Page 37 of Keep You Safe
Adler was still visiting with Maverick and the other guests when I made it back to my place and let the dogs out. The dogs had settled into a routine with me by now. While Rory had typical puppy energy, she hadn’t had an accident in weeks, and the dogs were long finished with their antibiotics. Jude had them scheduled for spaying in early December. He’d offered to comp the surgery, but I’d waved the notion off. The longer they stayed, the more I couldn’t see parting with one or both. Supposed they were mine now, not that I was going to go admitting that to Adler.
After the dogs were back inside, I took a fast shower, another admission that Adler wasn’t coming over for the dogs or the game show. Adler, however, took his sweet time showing up, so I flipped on the latest episode and tried not to get impatient. Finally, his knock sounded at my door, and the dogs predictably lost their minds at his arrival. I hit pause on the show before letting Adler in.
“Hey. Brought you some leftover apple pie.” He pulled off his knit beanie to reveal damp hair and tossed that and his coat on my couch before setting what looked to be half a pie on my small dining table. He’d changed from the dress shirt and silver pants he’d worn to the dinner into jeans and yet another band T-shirt. Stooping to pet the dogs, he shifted his voice to the singsong that always got their tails wagging. “Who’s hungry?”
“Already put the chow down,” I said before he could go check the bowls. “Rotated the water too.”
“I see.” As he slipped off his boots, he offered me a heated once-over. “Seeing as how you handled the dogs yourself and startedJeopardywithout me, what precisely were you inviting me over for?”
“This.” I pulled him toward me for a possessive kiss. First one since I’d kissed him in such a fevered rush, and the first one where I felt in control enough to slow down and enjoy a slow tease. I traced his lips with the tip of my tongue until he made an impatient noise and clutched my shoulders. I noticed more this time as well, like the subtle tremor racing through his slim torso and the eager way he sucked on my tongue while also letting me lead. Outside, a late November cold snap raged, but inside my trailer, Adler radiated summer sunshine with every kiss.
I held him close as the dogs danced around us, eventually giving up and heading to other parts of the trailer. I couldn’t get enough of having Adler in my arms after weeks of wanting,kissing him until he sagged against me, grinning up at me as he caught his breath.
“That’ll do.” He did a passable imitation of my voice before motioning behind us at my TV. “Are we watching your show, or are we fucking?”
He glanced meaningfully toward my bedroom.
“Both.” I stalked over to my chair. He’d given me plenty of time to plot what I wanted, and I’d already stashed the lube, condoms, and a towel near my recliner. I’d only bothered with faded jeans so soft they might as well be flannel after my shower, and I let them drop right in front of my chair. I sat back before motioning at him. “Go on and strip.”
Adler being Adler, he didn’t simply peel off his clothes. Instead, he gave a shimmy with a sly grin, lifting and lowering his shirt and toying with the button on his jeans. I let him have his fun dancing to music only he could hear, but I could only take so much teasing.
“Come on over here,” I ordered. He obediently finished stripping off his pants, but didn’t stop with the dancing even after he straddled me in the chair. I was only too happy to serve as his stripper pole. Our hard cocks brushed together, an electric sensation I still wasn’t used to. I liked it, though, same as I liked his slim body in my lap, the hard planes of his chest, the softness of his flat stomach, the strength in his thighs.
“Want me to get myself ready?” he asked as his gaze landed on the condoms and lube behind the lamp on the end table next to us.
“For someone beggin’ for a repeat, you sure do like to rush.” I chuckled. My body was as impatient as his, but I was also determined to draw this out, make it last, squeeze in all the kissing and touching I could.
“It’s that or let you edge me to death.” He stuck his tongue out at me.
“Just for that back talk, you’re not coming until after I do.” I made my voice all stern, loving his answering shiver.
“And how many episodes will that be?” He continued right on being defiant, and I manhandled him around, easily flipping him across my thighs.
“Watch your sass.” I squeezed his ass.
“I will.” He gave a satisfied groan.
“You seem awfully happy to be ass up over my lap.” I fondled his ass some more, alternating between light caresses and firm squeezes. “Reckon I might need to teach you a lesson.”
I reached for the lube, intending to take my time fingering him open until he remembered the value of waiting and was begging me to fuck him, but to my surprise, he made a frustrated noise.
“Thought you were going to spank me.”
“That a complaint or a request?” I cupped his ass again with my free hand.
“Both.” Adler turned his head to stare up at me with big, eager eyes as he licked his lips. “Never been spanked. I might like it.”
Me too.I’d played around a little before, but I’d always been hyperaware of my own strength, torn between liking the spanking and worrying I liked it too much. Taming a brat was one thing, while putting a hurt on someone was a whole different beast. Enjoying handing out pain, even consensual, made me a mite uneasy. And yet, want coursed through me. Adler had been begging me to punish him for weeks now, and my resistance was wearing thin.
“If you’re any good at it,” he taunted.
Crack.I didn’t give him any warning before dishing out a measured swat on his ass. He yelped, but he sounded more surprised than pained.
“Still curious?” I kept my voice indifferent.
“Very.” He thrust his ass toward my hand as if I might miss the message. I went ahead and set the lube back down so I had both hands free to play.
“Gonna give you ten.” I groped his ass. The way he wriggled around had me hard as fuck, but I also hadn’t lost my determination to draw this out. “You decide otherwise, you say red or pinch my leg.”
