“And you as well, Oliver.”
Brother Maxwell shakes my hand. “It was nice meeting you. I’m glad we were able to have a private word.” I wouldn’t really call what we had a word.
I look at Adelyn. “Walk me out?”
She wrinkles her brow. “O . . . kay.” We’re halfway to the backdoor when she starts questioning me. “Is something going on?”
“We’ll talk outside.”
We sit side by side on her patio sofa. She reaches for my hand and laces her fingers through mine. “I really think my parents like you. I’m happy about that.”
“I like them too. Your folks are nice.” Mrs. Maxwell was very warm, and Adelyn’s dad wasn’t nearly as rigid as I imagined. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he told me he took his wife’s virginity when she was seventeen, before they were married.
“I wish you wouldn’t go. My parents were enjoying getting to know you. And I was enjoying watching them get to know you. I’ve never had that kind of experience before.” I wonder if that means they didn’t know Martin?
“They’re only here a few days. You should spend time with them.”
“I’m still spending time with them when you’re around. That part doesn’t change.”
“I know but you should have one on one. Or one on two. Whatever.”
“Okay. But I want a goodnight kiss first.” I look toward the French doors to make sure Brother Maxwell isn’t standing there watching us like a hawk. “They’re not watching us if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not so sure after the conversation your dad and I just had.”
“You’re being silly.”
Her hands go for my zipper just like they did in the pantry. “What are you doing?”
“If you don’t know what I’m doing then I didn’t do it well enough earlier.”
I have this vision of Brother Maxwell opening the door and catching us in the act. “Your parents—”
“Aren’t paying us any attention. I’m twenty-seven years old. They don’t spy on me like I’m a teenager with her boyfriend.”
She lowers the pull tab of my zipper. “I’m going to suck your cock dry.”
Whoa. Fuck.
She pulls my dick out of my pants and grasps her hand around it, stroking up and down. “You have a perfect dick. Perfect length. Perfect girth. It fits inside me the way a cock should. Other men dream of being hung like this.”
I need to make her stop. But what she’s doing feels so fucking good. So much better than what I’d be doing to myself at home later tonight. I don’t think I have the strength to tell her she needs to stop.
“You like the way my hand feels jerking you off?”
Is she kidding me? “Fuck, yes.”
“Do you like my hand or mouth better?” That is a tough choice.
“I like both.”
“Okay.” She crawls over and straddles me.
“Whoa, Max. Your parents could come out and catch us.” I look at the window and see them both in the kitchen. Literally, all they have to do is open the patio door to get a peep show of their daughter on top of me.
“We can see them because they’re on the inside with lights. We’re outside in the dark. If you’ll think about it, you’ll know they can’t possibly see us.” Doesn’t feel that way. I feel exposed for them to discover at any moment.
Adelyn bobs, riding me as she glides her hand up and down my cock. “I am so horny, Thorn. Please put your hand in my panties and make me come.”
I shut off my thoughts about the conversation with Adelyn’s father and slide my fingers up the leg of her shorts until I find her panties. But I don’t go straight for the clit. I stroke her pussy lips through her wet panties first.
“That feels good.”
“You’re already drenching wet.”
“Because of you. I want you inside me so badly I can’t stand it.”
I push two fingers inside her and turn my hand so I’m able to stroke that ridged dome in the arch of her pelvis. “Feel good?”
Her hips are moving in counteraction with my hand. “More toward the front.”
Clits are good for one thing. Clitoral orgasms. But the G spot? That’s where you build the big O.
Yeah. There’s a huge difference.
Or so I’m told.
I move my fingers in and out of her quickly, applying upward pressure. “Am I hitting it now?”
I’ve learned the female anatomy varies a little from one woman to the next. What feels good to one may do nothing for someone else. The only way to know is to ask.
“That feels amazing. Don’t stop.” Sounds like I’m right where I need to be.
Adelyn rides my hand while I thrust my hips into her fist. Not like being inside the real thing but it’s definitely getting the job done. “Max . . . I’m about to come.” I do not need to shoot cum on her clothes.
“How close?”
“Real close.”
“Got it covered.” She rises on her knees and moves my cock to the space between her legs so it’s aimed at the ground instead of her shorts. “All good. You can blow whenever you’re ready.”
She grasps my cock harder and moves it up and down my length faster. Until I spasm and explode.
I wrap my free arm around the back of her neck and pull her down so her forehead is pressed to mine. “So . . . fucking . . . good.”
She releases my dick and wraps both arms around my shoulders. Her turn now.
She’s still on her knees so I change my angle. “Still feels good like this?”
“Mmm . . . hmm. Almost there.”
I finger-fuck her faster, focusing all the pressure, and my attention, on that ridged nodule. She buries her face against my shoulder and grasps the neck of my shirt, pulling it so hard I hear threads pop. “Oh, fuck, Thorn. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Her hold on me tightens as her vagina grips my fingers with its contractions. Fuck, she’s wet. Soaking. And getting wetter with each spasm. “That’s it. I
want my good girl to come hard for me.”
Her body twitches several times before she plunges completely toneless over me. “Damn, I don’t think I even realized how badly I needed that.”
I kiss the side of her face. “Good, eh?”
“Spectacular. You give me the best orgasms ever.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
I squirm beneath her and reach down to shift my parts. “Baby, you’re crushing my nuts.”
“Oh, sorry.” She lifts her leg and swings it around so she can sit beside me.
“You didn’t have to get off me.” I like being close with Adelyn. Face to face.
She leans into me and pushes her shoulder against mine. “Straddling your cock like that had me considering things I shouldn’t, so this is a much safer position.”
“What kind of things?”
She buries her face against my arm. “I’m not saying.”
“Because you’re afraid it would scare me?” I feel prepared for anything she could ask of me.
She shakes her head against my arm. “No. Because it scares me.”
Must be something else if it’s enough to frighten this woman. “Tell me, Max. I want to know.”
“I was warring with myself about taking off my panties and shorts and sinking down on your dick until you are balls deep inside me. No protection. That’s how much you make me want you. I lose my mind with lust. And it’s scary as hell.”
Fuck. She’s going to make me hard again saying shit like that.
I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom. Not even with Eden. Looking back on my relationship with my almost-fiancée, consistent condom use was a good idea, considering she was fucking around on me.
“I know. Dumb. Don’t listen to me.” I asked her to tell me and she did. I can’t let her be embarrassed about this. Especially since I was thinking the same thing too.
I wish I could see her face. Her eyes. But it’s too dark.
I put my hand to her face and my thumb rests against the carotid in her neck. It’s pounding so hard. Thumping so fast against my finger. “I had the same thought, Max. Except it went a little more like ‘Man, I wish she’d let me pull her panties down and put my cock inside her right now. But I’ll take her hand if it’s all I can get.’”
“And I’ll take your hand as well. If it’s all I can get.”