Crazy, Stupid Love

by K. L. Grayson

  My nipples are throbbing, begging to be sucked and pinched and tasted. And my panties are soaked, and if he doesn’t get us naked soon, I’m going to combust.

  With one hand on my hip, the other shoved into my hair, he pulls me to him. There’s a bite of pain when he fists my hair at the nape of my neck, and I whimper.

  “I can’t wait,” he growls, the rugged sound shooting straight to the ache between my thighs.

  “Please.”

  I don’t know what I’m begging for.

  His lips.

  His hands.

  His cock.

  His heart?

  But Lincoln doesn’t need anything more than that one word.

  He scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall with purpose. “You’re mine, Adley.”

  9

  Lincoln

  I kick open the door to her bedroom and shove it closed behind us. Without breaking from my mouth, Adley wiggles out of my arms and reaches for my pants. We’re a frenzy of hands and lips and moans as we strip each other out of our clothes.

  The touch of her hands gliding over my body drives me insane, and if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to blow my load before I get inside of her.

  Grabbing her wrists, I secure them together in my fist behind her back. Her eyes flare to life.

  I shouldn’t be surprised that she likes having her wrists restrained. Adley has always been a free spirit in bed, open and willing to try anything, within reason.

  “You like that?”

  Her lips part, and she nods.

  “Not today, okay? But soon I’ll tie you up.”

  “Why not today?”

  Son of a bitch, she’s going to kill me. Hell if I fucking know why not today. Because I’m an idiot?

  “Because there’s something else I want to do, something I’ve wanted to do for a damn long time.”

  What I really want is to shove her on the bed, tie her up, and have my wicked way with her. But after yesterday, and watching her with my sister and the kids at Kid Connection, I need to go slow. Today, I’m going to savor her the way I’ve only dreamed of doing. I want to stroke and kiss every inch of her beautiful body, and I’m not going to stop until she begs me to.

  “On the bed.”

  She pulls her bottom lip gently between her teeth and crawls on the bed.

  As I look down at Adley’s round tits begging for my mouth, the delicate curve of her hips leading to the most perfect set of legs, all I can think is mine.

  I’ve seen her like this more times than I can count. I know her body like the back of my hand—a roadmap engrained in my brain. But I’ve never had her like this. She’s never truly been mine. Until now. And I’m going to worship her. I’m going to make her forget every man who’s ever touched her.

  “Everything okay up there?” Adley asks.

  “Perfect.”

  Adley reaches for me as I lower myself on top of her. She curls a finger through my hair, cupping the back of my neck as she draws my face toward hers. I slip my tongue between her lips, and when it touches hers, her hips lift off the bed. It’s such a turn-on, knowing I can drive her this crazy with nothing but a kiss.

  So I kiss her more deeply and mold my body against hers. My cock is cradled between her thighs, and when I flex my hips, it slides between her wet folds.

  With her fist clenched in my hair, she kisses me until my vision blurs. The little sounds she makes are slowly driving me over the edge—the moans and sighs and gasps. And I want to keep kissing her and touching her to see what other sounds she’ll make.

  Maybe I can get her to scream.

  Her breath comes in harsh pants when I pull my mouth from hers. I bury my face in her neck, burning a trail of kisses into her skin from her ear to her collarbone and then down her chest. When I suck a tight nipple into my mouth, she squirms.

  Adley is a tit girl. I could suck her tits all day long, and she’d happily let me. One of these days I’m going to see if I can get her to orgasm from nothing but nipple stimulation.

  I run my hand along her outer thigh before dipping it between her legs where I find her warm, wet, and ready.

  “Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart.”

  Her hooded eyes blink heavily as her knees fall completely open, allowing enough room for me to settle between her thighs. With an arm hooked under each leg, I tug her body in close.

  I can smell her arousal, taste it in the air, and what the fuck am I waiting for?

  She shudders with the first swipe of my tongue along her slit, and when I latch onto her clit, Adley gasps. She tosses her head back against the pillow and moans, rocking her hips against my face.

  “Yes.” She drags the word out before it turns into a long, drawn-out plea of my name. “Lincoln.”

  I love the way she says my name—love the way it sounds falling from her lips. I also love the tight grip she has on my hair.

  “Watch me, Adley. I want to see those beautiful eyes.”

  She peels her lids open, props herself up on her elbows. Our eyes lock. For a few seconds we’re silent, and I know she understands what’s about to happen between us.

  She rolls her hips. “I need you.”

  My cock is thick and hard and begging for release, but he’s going to have to wait because her pleasure comes first.

  “I need you too, baby.”

  And then I bury my face between her legs, sucking and kissing.

  Worshiping her.

  Devouring her.

  Loving her.

  I flick the tight bud with my tongue, and when I push two fingers through her soft wet folds, Adley cries out.

  I fuck her with my fingers as she grinds her hips up.

  I suck and lick faster, following the cues her body gives me. Her legs tighten around my head like a vise, along with her fingers in my hair, and I nearly come on the sheets.

  The walls of her pussy clench around my fingers and her sweet little clit grows thick in my mouth.

  I add a third finger and her body trembles. She’s close. So close. And so the fuck am I. I’m practically dry humping the bed because I want to fuck her so bad. I want these tight muscles squeezing my cock not my damn fingers.

  “Lincoln!”

  There it is—the scream I was looking for. Even better, it was my name.

  I lick and suck as her body convulses. And then she explodes on my tongue, her taste flooding my mouth, driving my arousal higher and higher.

  She continues to chant my name over and over until the contractions stop.

  Oh God, Lincoln.

  Lincoln, oh yes.

  Lincoln!

  When her body goes pliant beneath mine, I look up and meet her heady gaze. Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from her teeth, and I engrain this moment—this look—into my memory because I don’t ever want to forget it.

  I rise onto my knees, grip the base of my cock, and rub the head against her entrance.

  We used condoms for the first few months we were together and then decided to toss them since she’s on birth control pills.

  Nothing in the world feels as good as sinking into Adley. I pull my hips back and slide home.

  She’s so tight, even after having my fingers inside of her.

  I pull out and then push back in, pinning her hips to the bed with mine.

  We’re both silent as I thrust in and out in easy, long strokes—so different from the wild, heated sex we’ve grown accustomed to.

  She watches me, and I open myself up, allowing her to see the deepest, darkest parts of my soul. I pour years of pain and fear and insecurity into this moment, hoping she’ll realize what I’m giving her is much more fragile than I thought it was.

  And she does.

  Her bright eyes turn glossy, and I know she feels the difference.

  Lifting her hands, she runs them up my chest and around my back—a gentle touch that brings warmth to all of the cold places inside my soul.

  I won’t last long, not wit
h this slow, seductive pace and the way she’s looking at me.

  I begin to move harder, faster. She lifts her knees, opening herself up, allowing me deeper, and I whisper her name, “Adley.”

  I put up a hard fight, but that’s over now. I’m hers just as much as she’s mine, and I’m done holding back.

  Her body grows tighter and my cock thicker at my impending release. Refusing to go off before her, I grab her ass and tilt her hips up to hit her at the angle I know she loves.

  She cries out, her breaths coming in short bursts as she gives herself to me so openly, allowing me to move faster and thrust deeper.

  “Right there,” she pants.

  So, I do it again, keeping up that pace, and she moans louder and longer as the seconds tick by. And then her body quivers, her eyes pinch shut as a tear trickles down her temple, and her legs lock around my hips.

  My balls tighten, along with my heart, and my vision blurs. Our bodies explode at the same time. I come hard, spilling myself inside of her. She grabs at my hair, pulling my face to hers where she peppers me with kisses and heated whispers.

  Please. Please, don’t stop.

  Yes, right there.

  That feels amazing.

  With each thrust comes another contraction and another rush of cum as we fill each other up—her with my pleasure, me with hope and what I can only describe as love.

  “Adley.” I collapse against her and press my lips to hers. That’s when I feel it, another tear. I lift my head. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  She shakes her head and swallows, and I can tell she has that thickness in her throat—the kind that makes it hard to talk without crying.

  “Are you sure?” I ask, needing to know for sure.

  She nods, and I wipe the wetness from her cheek.

  “Talk to me.” My dick starts to slide out, but I’m not ready to be disconnected from her, so I shift my hips and slip it back in.

  “It’s just…” She sniffs and wipes a tear from her eye before it falls. “I’ve wanted this with you for so long. I tried to tell myself I didn’t, but I did, and now that it’s happening, I’m just a little overwhelmed.”

  “In a good way, right?”

  She nods and laughs, another tear escaping, which I catch with my thumb. “In the best way. And I’ve been overwhelmed with studying and worrying about my boards and looking for a job. I think all of that combined has me a little more emotional than normal. I can’t believe I’m crying.”

  I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “What can I do to help? I don’t know anything about cardiology or that other fancy stuff you tell me about, but I could probably help with anatomy,” I say, wiggling my hips.

  “I’m going to take you up on that,” she says, laughing.

  “You better. Several times. Until then, I’ve got a different idea.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Come stay with me for a few days, or weeks if you want. My house will be quiet during the day. You can get lots of studying in, and then I’ll get to see you at night.”

  She bites her lip and looks at me. “Tonight?”

  “Right now. Say yes.”

  A grin slowly forms on her face, and then she nods. “Yes.”

  10

  Adley

  The next morning, I roll over in Lincoln’s big bed; only this time, I’m not leaving.

  But I still could use a morning dose of my sexy cowboy. I slide my arm across the bed, reaching for Lincoln, but he isn’t there. Lifting my hands over my head, I stretch like a cat and roll out of bed. Lincoln’s T-shirt is the only thing on the floor, so I scoop it up and pull it on.

  He’s so much bigger than I am, so the shirt hangs off one shoulder and down to my knees. The faint smell of bacon floats through the air, and I follow my nose to the kitchen.

  Lincoln is standing at the stove in a pair of low-slung sweats. His hair is a mess from last night, sticking up in a million different directions. His back is bare, and his muscles slide beneath smooth skin as he works.

  A girl could get used to this.

  Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I prop a hip against the door frame and settle in to watch him for a second. The bacon sizzles and pops, and after a few minutes, he says, “Are you hungry?”

  “How did you know I was here?”

  He glances over his shoulder. His smile is potent enough to fry a few thousand brain cells. “I can feel you.”

  Interesting. I thought maybe I was the only one with that superpower. “What do you mean you can feel me?”

  He shrugs and turns back to the stove. “Anytime we’re in the same room, my spine gets this weird prickly sensation.”

  I push away from the door frame and walk across the small room. “And does the hair on the back of your neck stand up?”

  “Yeah. How’d you know?”

  I splay my hands out on his lower back and smooth them up his broad shoulders before gliding back down and wrapping them around his stomach.

  “Because the same thing happens to me when you walk into a room,” I say, resting my cheek on his back. He smells so good. I close my eyes and spend a second just breathing him in. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long.

  He turns around, a piece of bacon in his hands.

  “Really?” I nod. “How long has that been happening?” he asks.

  “Since the night I met you.”

  “That was years ago.”

  “Trust me, I know.”

  He studies me for a second and then blows on the bacon and holds it up for me to take a bite. “Hungry?”

  “Starved.” I take a bite of the bacon, and he pops the rest in his mouth. The hickory flavor explodes on my tongue. “Mmm. Perfect. But this isn’t exactly what I was hoping for this morning.”

  “Would you rather have eggs?”

  “Nope.” I skate my fingers over his abdomen and then along the waistband of his pants.

  “Biscuits and gravy?”

  Pushing up on my toes, I press a kiss to the side of his neck and then another over his left pec. “That sounds good too, but no. I was thinking of something a little more…meaty.”

  “Like sausage?”

  “Now you’re talking.”

  His dark eyes stay pinned on mine as I shove his sweatpants down his legs.

  Lincoln wraps an arm around my back and pulls me against his chest. His heated erection presses between us. It hasn’t taken me long to learn that he doesn’t have much control around me, and I expect him to devour me at any second. Instead, he nibbles my neck, takes a few deep breaths, and looks at me.

  “You have a lot of studying to do. I need to feed you. You need sustenance.”

  “You are going to feed me.” I drop to my knees in front of him. His thick cock bobs heavily between us, and I kiss the tip. “Now shut up and let me enjoy my breakfast.”

  His groan is enough to spur me forward, and my tongue darts out to lick the bead of cum weeping out of him. Lincoln weaves his fingers into my hair and grips it tight.

  “Did you just tell me to shut up?”

  I try to nod, but his tight grip restricts my movement. He’s never rough with me. If anything, he’s too gentle. But I like this side of him. I like the bite of pain at the back of my scalp and the hungry look in his eye.

  “I did. What are you going to do about it?”

  His nostrils flare. He’s on the edge of giving me what I want—and what I want is for him to let go. I want to drive him crazy so he can’t hold back.

  “I’m yours, Lincoln. Take what you want.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I grin and trace the thick vein lining the underside of his cock. “You won’t hurt me.”

  Whatever control he was holding on to snaps. His pupils dilate, his jaw ticks, and I know I’m about to see a side of Lincoln I’ve never seen.

  “You want me to fuck this sweet little mouth?” he asks, tracing my bottom lip with the tip of his finger.

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  “I never could tell you no.” With his fist tight around the base of his cock and the other hand still fisted in my hair, Lincoln guides himself to my mouth. “Open up, sweetheart.”

  11

  Lincoln

  The sight of Adley on her knees in front of me, begging for my cock, nearly levels me. She’s every man’s fantasy come to life.

  She parts her sinful lips, and I watch her tongue dart out and lick the crown. Fuck the fantasy, this is so much better than any damn fantasy, and if I don’t get control of myself, I’m going to come before I sink my dick between those soft lips.

  Her hand brushes mine out of the way and wraps loosely around my erection. She swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me to the back of her throat. Slow and teasing and with soft, hungry noises, she lavishes me.

  With just a few swipes of her glorious tongue, and I’m already close to the edge, ready to blow. The smell of burned bacon fills the room, but I don’t even care because fuck, this feels good.

  At first, I let her take control, set the achingly slow pace, but then I remember her words: Take what you want. What I want is to claim her.

  My dick hits the back of her throat, and I palm her head, preventing her from pulling away. “Swallow.”

  Her soulful brown eyes look up, and she follows my command like the good student I knew she would be.

  A surge of moisture envelopes me while her hands wrap around the back of my thighs. Next thing I know she pulls me forward and tries to swallow. There’s a tight pinch against the tip of my dick, and then Adley gags.

  I pull out, but not all the way, and stroke the side of her face. “Breathe through your nose and keep trying to swallow while I fuck this mouth.”

  She nods, and I hold her hair with both hands as my hips start to thrust. It’s not deep at first, but with each movement I push harder and farther, and when I bottom out at the back of her throat, Adley swallows, and my vision blurs.