Stout (Men of Lovibond 2)

Fuck. She’s straddling my face.

“I think you know what you were doing to make me come.”

She’s on her knees, but too far away for me to lick, so I dig my fingers into her ass and force her to come down over my mouth. I lick once. Twice. Three times. “I love the way you taste. And smell.”

I tickle her clit with my tongue as I wrap my arm around her thigh. My fingers glide through her slick slit from behind no problem. She rocks her hips in a back and forth motion against my mouth. Her body shudders and a moan is released when my tongue works her in a circular motion. “Omigod, you do some awesome things with that mouth.”

There is nothing on earth like this. Pleasing Adelyn. Hearing her moans. Licking her until she comes.

I alternate the suction and release of her clit until she arches her back and cries out. “Oh God! Right there. Just like that.” Her body spasms around my fingers in a rhythmic pattern at least a dozen times. One sign of a good orgasm. Another is her calling out my name.

And she does.

She goes lax and I know my girl is in post-orgasmic bliss. “As good as the dream?”

“Even better. But we’re nowhere near done. There was so much more to my dream.”

“Oh.” I don’t hate that.

She grabs behind my neck and summons me to move with her. She lies on her back and pulls me on top, between her legs. “We were like this.”

She kisses my lips and then moves her mouth over my jawline and down my neck. She nibbles the skin, lightly sucking on it.

“I need to get a condom before we get rolling too fast here.” Except I don’t have any. I left my supply at Adelyn’s house the night we fucked at her place. “Son of a bitch.”

She groans when I pull away. “What’s wrong?”

“Fuck. No condoms.”

“Oh.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “I guess I’m getting dressed and making a rubber run next door.”

“You may think I’m nuts but I sorta-kinda-wanna say fuck the condom.” She sucks her bottom lip as she runs her hands over my shoulders and down my chest. She grasps my cock and pumps it a few times. “I want you inside me right now. I don’t want to wait.”

She’s offering herself to me. Wholly. And it’s tempting as fuck.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure.” She parts her legs wide, giving me full access to her body. “I’m yours. Every part of me. If it’s what you want.”

IF it’s what I want? How the fuck can she think it isn’t what I want? “I do.”

She positions my cock at her entrance and I enter slowly. Deeply. Pure heaven. “Fuck, Max. I didn’t know it would feel this good.”

I move slowly.

Want this to go on forever.

Don’t want to come. Not right now.

I want to be between Adelyn’s legs all day.

May miss lunch with the family.

I grasp behind her thighs and push her legs back and apart. I continue to move in and out of her without hurry because the position is so intense. “Does this feel good for you?”

“Mmm-hmm. I love the way you feel inside me.”

“Tell me what you want. I’ll give it a try.” She’s silent. I think too nervous to say the words. “Show me; I want to.”

I lower my upper body and rest my weight on one arm so I’m able to free the other. She wraps her hand around my wrist and moves it to her neck. “Cup your hand around the side of my neck but don’t press on the front of my airway.” She puts her hand on top of mine. “Apply gentle pressure on the side this time so you can get a feel for it.”

I thrust in and out while my hand holds her neck. And it doesn’t feel at all like what I imagined. It’s so much better.

She’s giving all of herself to me and submitting to my control.

It’s hot as fuck. Erotic.

Adelyn was right. This has nothing to do with cutting off her airway or hurting her. I wonder if this is like collaring? I’ve read a lot about that, how it brings your woman pleasure.

This is about claiming her as mine. Taking care of her needs. Being the strong alpha man she wants, but with gentle hands.

And making her come hard.

Adelyn closes her eyes as she tilts her hips. I know what she’s doing. Positioning so my dick will hit her in that sensitive area beneath her pelvic bone. I’m hitting it. I see it on her face.

I thrust with fierce domination. “You are mine, Max. No one else’s.”

I feel the onset of my orgasm. I slow my speed in hopes of prolonging the pleasure but it’s too late. I’m too fucking turned-on by what we’re doing to not detonate.

I hold her in place and thrust deep as I explode inside her. Coming. So hard.

This surpassed any and all of my expectations.

She smiles when I release my hold on her neck. Because she’s perfectly fine. Completely unharmed. And utterly happy.

We both are.

I rub my fingers down the side of her neck. The pulse I feel beneath my fingers is beating so hard.

Adelyn pushes away the fallen hair covering my forehead and eyes. “See?”

I trace my fingertips over her neck. “It doesn’t leave bruises? Or marks on your skin?”

“It does if you applied enough pressure.” Hell, no. I’m not having that.

“Did I squeeze hard enough to mark you?”

“Absolutely not.”

She seems convinced but I’m not. I need to see the proof for myself. “Your skin is so fair. I’m already wondering if I’ve marked you.” I stretch toward the nightstand and turn on the lamp so I can inspect her body. “Everyone can see your neck. I don’t want it to ever wear the evidence of what we do behind closed doors. I won’t have people wondering if I abuse you.”

“I’m fine, Thorn. You haven’t bruised me.”

“I need to be sure.” The last thing I need is Mom seeing my handprint around Adelyn’s throat when we have lunch today. She would have a conniption.

I hold her chin and turn her face from side to side for inspection. “I think we’re good. I don’t see anything.”

“Because there isn’t anything there to see. You barely squeezed at all. It was nothing more than a gentle hold.” She cups the side of my face with her hand. “And I loved it. You made me feel like I’m yours.”

Adelyn is mine. Mine to own. Mine to protect. And maybe, one day, mine to love.

“I liked it too but you have to promise you’ll tell me if I’m ever doing it hard enough to discolor your skin.”

Both of her hands cup my face. “I will. Swear.”

She kisses me quickly before getting up. “Be right back.”

When she returns from the bathroom, Adelyn turns off the lamp and climbs over me. “Let’s get a little more sleep.”

She turns so her back presses against my front. Spooning.

And I don’t hate it.

I love it.

Adelyn Maxwell

Lawrence is teaching me how to make her special guacamole. She says it’s Oliver’s favorite. Or at least his favorite vegetarian option when she’s in charge of cooking.

I look up from the avocado I’m cutting to find all female eyes on me. “Is this not how you want it done?” I’m no amateur in the kitchen but this is the only way I know to do it.

“Go on, Law. Ask her while all the dicks are out of the kitchen,” Ivy says. Gotta love the things coming out of that girl’s mouth.

Lawrence looks in the direction of her living room and then back at me. “We know you and Ollie are doing it but we want to know if y’all are just fuck buddies or for real dating?”

I’m not sure which surprises me more. The part where Lawrence said fuck buddies in front of her mom or that Mrs. Thorn didn’t bat an eyelash when she heard that come out of her daughter’s mouth.

Wow. This is uncomfortable. Oliver’s mom is standing in front of me, waiting to hear if I’m her son’s girlfriend or the girl next door he screws when he’s

horny.

Rachel Maxwell would die if this conversation were happening in front of her. But I’m learning the Thorn household isn’t anything like the Maxwell’s. I still giggle when I think about Mrs. Thorn saying Mr. Thorn would probably get lucky after calling her his beautiful girl. And the things Oliver said about them going at it like teenagers. Adorable.