The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
“Don’t. Two more minutes.” He sucked on— God, yes.There.“I’m—sorry.”“One more.”“I can’t—”“Focus, Olive.”In the end, it was his voice that ruined everything. Thatquiet, possessive tone, the hint of an order in the low rasp ofhis words, and the pleasure broke over her like an ocean wave.Her mind snapped, and she was not wholly herself forseconds, and then minutes, and when she had a sense of theworld again, he was still licking her, except more slowly, as ifwith no purpose but to savor her. “I want to go down on youuntil you pass out.” His lips were so soft against her skin.“No.” Olive fisted the pillow. “I—you can’t.”“Why?”“I have to . . .” She couldn’t think straight, not quite yet.Her mind was addled, stuttering.She almost screamed when he pushed one finger inside.This time it sank like a rock into water, smooth and withoutobstacle, and her walls clamped on it as if to welcome Adamand hold him inside.“Jesus.” He licked her clit again, and she was too sensitivefor this. Maybe. “You are”—he hooked his finger inside her,pressing against the roof of her channel, and the pleasurewelled in her, washing against her edges—“so small and tightand warm.”The heat flooded within her once more, knocked the air outof her lungs, leaving her openmouthed, bright colors burstingbehind her eyelids. He groaned something that was not quitecoherent, and slid in another finger on the tail end of her
orgasm, and the taut stretch of it, it was ruinous. Her bodybloomed into something that didn’t belong to her anymore,something made of bright, high peaks and lush valleys. It lefther heavy and boneless, and she was not sure how long wentby before she could bear to raise her palm to his forehead andgently push him away to get him to stop. He shot her a sullenglance but complied, and Olive tugged him up—because helooked like he might start again any moment, and because itwould be nice, to have him next to her. Maybe he was thinkingthe same: he lifted himself above her, leaning his weight on hisforearm; his chest pushed against her breast, one large thighlodged firmly between her legs.She was still wearing her stupid knee socks, and God,Adam was probably thinking that she was the lamest lay he’dever—“Can I fuck you?”He said it, and then he kissed her, unconcerned with wherehis mouth had been just seconds earlier. She wondered if sheshould be put off by that, but she was still twitching withpleasure, contracting with aftershocks at the memory of whathe’d just done. She couldn’t make herself care, and it was niceto kiss him like this. So nice.“Mmm.” Her palms came up to cup his face, and she beganto trace his cheekbones with her thumbs. They were red, andhot. “What?”“Can I fuck you?” He sucked the base of her throat.“Please?” He breathed it against the shell of her ear, and—itwasn’t as though she could say no. Or wanted to. She noddedher permission and reached for his cock, but he beat her to itand pulled down his pants, closing his fist around it. He wasbig. Larger than she’d thought he’d be, than she’d thoughtanyone could be. She could still feel his heart pounding
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orgasm, and the taut stretch of it, it was ruinous. Her body
bloomed into something that didn’t belong to her anymore,
something made of bright, high peaks and lush valleys. It left
her heavy and boneless, and she was not sure how long went
by before she could bear to raise her palm to his forehead and
gently push him away to get him to stop. He shot her a sullen
glance but complied, and Olive tugged him up—because he
looked like he might start again any moment, and because it
would be nice, to have him next to her. Maybe he was thinking
the same: he lifted himself above her, leaning his weight on his
forearm; his chest pushed against her breast, one large thigh
lodged firmly between her legs.
She was still wearing her stupid knee socks, and God,
Adam was probably thinking that she was the lamest lay he’d
ever—
“Can I fuck you?”
He said it, and then he kissed her, unconcerned with where
his mouth had been just seconds earlier. She wondered if she
should be put off by that, but she was still twitching with
pleasure, contracting with aftershocks at the memory of what
he’d just done. She couldn’t make herself care, and it was nice
to kiss him like this. So nice.
“Mmm.” Her palms came up to cup his face, and she began
to trace his cheekbones with her thumbs. They were red, and
hot. “What?”
“Can I fuck you?” He sucked the base of her throat.
“Please?” He breathed it against the shell of her ear, and—it
wasn’t as though she could say no. Or wanted to. She nodded
her permission and reached for his cock, but he beat her to it
and pulled down his pants, closing his fist around it. He was
big. Larger than she’d thought he’d be, than she’d thought
anyone could be. She could still feel his heart pounding
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