Porter: Men of Lovibond (Mend of Lovibond Book 3) by Georgia Cates (8)

I’m on pins and needles for the next four hours. I cycle through an array of emotions. Nervous. Excited. Frightened. Anxious.

And happy. Can’t forget happy.

Oh my goodness. My stomach is in huge knots.

I wonder where he’s taking me today. I wouldn’t mind that vegan cafe again. The food was delicious. And the atmosphere was calm and quiet. Being in that tall booth made it feel like we could have a private conversation without everyone around us hearing what we had to say.

I nearly come to a screeching halt when I meet Molly in the hallway on my way out the door. “Going out for lunch today?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“My phone says it’s eighty-six degrees so try not to melt while you’re gone.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Porter’s probably got the air turned up, so it’ll be cool when you get in his truck.” Molly winks and I nearly shit my shorts.

I say nothing, neither confirming nor denying that I’m leaving with him. But she knows something is happening between us. I know she knows. And I hope she keeps it to herself.

I dart to Porter’s truck and climb inside. “Sorry you had to open your own door. I thought it might bring unwanted attention if I got out and opened it for you.”

I almost feel like I need to duck down before we’re seen. “We don’t need any extra suspicion.”

“Extra?”

“Is Molly a busybody?”

Porter grins. “No. I feel certain she knows just about everything that goes on in that brewery, but as far as I know she keeps it to herself. But she did give me a warning in regard to you this morning.”

“What kind of warning?”

“She told me that she was watching me.”

If she’s issuing warnings, then she’s probably aware that my dad won’t approve. “She knows we’re whatevering. Do you think she’ll keep that to herself?”

“Whatevering. I love that word; it could mean so many different things.”

Porter doesn’t seem near as worried as me. “Back to Molly. Do you think she will keep our secret?”

“I think so.”

“God, I hope.”

“Don’t worry about Molly. She’s like a second mother to me. She isn’t going to be a problem.”

“That reminds me. How is your mother?”

“Her first treatment is today. They’ve probably already started the chemo.”

I remember that first treatment. I think it was the hardest one. “Is she scared?”

“Yes, but she’s putting on a brave face to make everyone else comfortable. That’s how my mom is about everything. I told her I would come, but she says driving down and missing work is unnecessary.”

“She has your dad, so I tend to agree with her. At least for this one. She might need you later, so you shouldn’t take off too much this early in her treatment.”

“Thank you for that.”

“For what?”

“Making me feel less guilty about not being there today.”

“You can show me gratitude by feeding me. Where are we going?”

“My place. I ran by and picked up a couple of dishes from the vegan cafe.”

“Oh.” The knot in my stomach tightens.

“I hope vegan is okay again. I was under the impression you really liked it when we ate there last week.”

“I loved it, so that works for me.”

Oh my God. Someone needs to explain to me how I’m supposed to eat when I’ll be alone with Porter in his condo. When I know for a fact that he’s going to kiss me. He’s said as much. And there won’t be anyone around to keep us from doing a lot more whatevering.

Porter opens the door and catches me around the wrist as we enter the condo. He’s going in for the kiss first thing.

He pulls me close and then turns us so my back is pressed against the door. “I can’t wait another minute for this.”

His hands cup my face the way they did during our first kiss. Although it’s a repeat move, it’s no less romantic this time around.

I quickly lick my lips and Porter presses his mouth to mine before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and holding it between his teeth.

So hot and sexy.

I place my hands on his chest and the pec muscles I feel beneath the fabric are rigid. This man works out. A lot. I would love to see all the goodies that are hidden beneath this shirt.

We make a game of biting and sucking each other’s lips. It’s fun and playful.

Until it’s not.

Our kiss is no longer teasing. It’s heated and demanding with increasingly harder handgrips and squeezes.

His hands move to my hips and he uses them to steer my body to the sofa while kissing me en route.

He walks backward and sits on the sofa, leaving me to make my own decision about how I want to be positioned.

Beside him?

Across his lap?

On top, mounting him?

I place a knee on each side of him and lower my body to straddle his. His hands move to my hips and he grips the sides, moving them so I’m rocking against his hard cock pressing against my crotch.

One of his hands leaves my hips and comes up to wrap around my nape, pulling me down so his mouth can reach the side of my neck. His mouth is sucking hard. I’m certain I’ll wear a love bite there for all to see. Not sure how I’ll explain that one, but I let him continue.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Just say the words.” He’s talking about stopping but his mouth is kissing and sucking and nibbling harder.

I grasp the sides of his face and press our foreheads together. “I like what we’re doing. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t know your limitations.”

“I’ll tell you when you’re there. For now, keep going.”

“Fuck… Frankee. The way you make me want you… it’s irrational. Makes me lose all sense of self-control.”

Porter lifts my body and flips us so I’m beneath him. His face is pressed against the side of my neck, his lips leaving kisses in their path. One hand slides under my shirt and dips into my bra. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger and it instantly hardens. And it’s like a control center for everything between my legs.

I want his hands on me.

I want his mouth on me.

I want him on me, period.

I bend my knee and bring my leg up so it’s wrapped around his waist. His body conforms between my legs like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that connect together perfectly.

We just fit.

I gather the fabric of his shirt in my hand and push it upward. “I want this off of you.”

He puts his fingers inside the neck of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. And there it is. The answers to the questions in my head; his entire chest is inked in black tribal tattoos, matching the ones wrapping around his upper arms.

I reach out and rub my hands over the taut muscles. “I hoped your chest would be tatted.”

“Like that, do ‘ya?”

“It’s art on your body. I love it.”

I grab the back of his head and pull him down—hard—so his mouth is pressed against mine. I love kissing this man. Love the feel of his tongue against mine. Love the taste of his mouth.

Everything about being this way with Porter feels different than it has with any man before him. He makes me feel special. And he makes this feel right. Like I won’t regret taking it further. All the way.

No man has ever made me feel this way. Hence, the reason I always put on the brakes before things go any further.

I don’t want to stop this with Porter. But I also don’t want him to not realize what he’s getting with me.

Not all men want virgins. They want experienced women. Partners who can bring them to the ultimate ecstasy. I’m inexperienced. I won’t be like the other women Porter has had. And I’m afraid he won’t want me because of it.

He pushes my shirt up and nibbles the skin on my stomach and waist. I squirm almost violently beneath him. “Oh God.”

“Someone is very ticklish.” He pushes my shirt higher and stills when he sees the tattoo wrapping around the side of my torso and ribs. “That ink is hot as fuck, Frankee.”

“Glad you like it.”

He pushes down the waistband of my shorts and kisses and licks the skin on my lower belly. Feels so good. I don’t want to tell him to stop, but we have to talk. “Hey, I need to tell you something.”

“Okay.” His hooded caramel eyes look up at my face, but his mouth doesn’t stop. God, I can’t think straight with him kissing my body down there while looking up at my eyes like that.

I push my fingers into the top of his hair. “Put the brakes on a minute. I need you to hear what I’m saying. It’s important.”

Porter places one last kiss against my stomach and crawls up my body until we’re face-to-face. He places a sweet closed-mouthed kiss against my lips. “You have my full attention.”

“You knew me as a teenager. What I looked like. How backward I acted. I don’t have to tell you that boys weren’t interested in me.”

“You didn’t need boys being interested in you.”

“I changed during college. Guys started noticing me. And liking me. A lot.”

“With good reason.”

“I knew going into college that I needed to graduate as soon as possible. Dating was a distraction from my studies. I rarely went out with guys. And I sure didn’t sleep around.”

“I know you didn’t; you’re not that kind of girl.”

“I’m not at all that kind of girl.” I wish he would pick up on what I’m hinting at and just ask me if I’m a virgin. I hate making a production out of this. “Do you understand what I mean when I say that I didn’t sleep around at all?”

“You don’t have to tell me this. I know you’re not a slut. I’m not worried about how many men you’ve been with.”

“I haven’t been with any men. Not one.”

His eyes widen and a space grows between his top and bottom lip while he processes my words. “You’re a virgin?”

I nod.

“Fuck. I knew you were different—and it’s one of the reasons I like you so much—but I never imagined that you were saving yourself.”

“I’m not saving myself. I’ve just never found a person I thought was deserving of my virginity.” I stroke my fingers down his cheek and touch his lips with my fingertips. “Until you.”

Silent and unmoving, his eyes search mine. Warm caramel on soft blue.

“I understand that anything between us would be just for fun. And that’s okay. I don’t need you to make promises of forever or declarations of love. But if we do this, I don’t want you to be with anyone but me. At least until I leave for Austin.

Shit. He’s not saying a word.

“I need to know what you’re thinking.”

I’m terrified that Porter sees my virginity and inexperience as a shortcoming—as many men would—and not an asset. A hassle that’s more trouble than it’s worth.

He pushes some stray hairs away from my face. “I’m thinking that I have never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

Porter’s mouth comes down on mine gently, and we pick up with our previous kiss—except we’re back to soft and slow and sweet.

His mouth leaves mine and moves lower. Down my throat. Down my chest. Between my cleavage in the deep V of my T-shirt. He cups my boobs from the bottom, pushing them upward, and drags his face back and forth over my soft mounds. “I love your tits. I’ve been wanting to bury my face in them since the day you came into my office for your interview.”

He presses his face between them and inhales deeply. “You bent down in front of me, and I saw your black lace bra. Fuck, you looked sexy in that outfit. I was sitting behind my desk hard as steel while I watched you make your presentation.”

“Is that why I got the position?”

“No, but being sexy as fuck sure didn’t hurt your chances.”

Porter places a quick kiss to my mouth and gets up. He grabs my hands and tugs me to follow. “I want you in my bed.”

Oh shit. Moving to his bed means this is happening. Now.

We enter Porter’s bedroom, and he points a remote toward the television. Pink Floyd’s ‘Wish You Were Here’ begins playing. Not a song I’ve ever considered romantic, but damn if it’s not perfect.

“In case you’re wondering, this is going to be a very long lunch break.”

Hickeys on my neck. Gone for lunch far too long. Leaving with Porter. I may have some difficult questions to answer when we return, but I’ll worry about that later.

We move next to the bed and he cradles my face. “I swear I’m going to make you feel so good, Frankee. A kind of good that I know you’ve never felt before.”

I hear his declaration, and all my fear and anxiety dissipate. I’m not afraid. I want this. I want this with Porter.

He pushes my shirt up, and together we pull it over my head. I had no idea we’d be getting naked together today. I lucked out on choosing a sexy bra and panties set this morning.

I’m wearing my lacy deep-crimson bra. I know how great my boobs look in it, so I have zero confidence issues with him looking at them.

He gently squeezes and releases both before pulling down one cup and then the other. Both of my breasts topple out of the top and push upward. He studies both intently as he palms them with care and adoration. “So damn perfect.”

He cups one from the bottom and lowers himself to suck it into his mouth. He licks and tugs on the sensitive bud and the vibration of his mouth on my breast when he moans sends tingles throughout my body.

Porter is in no hurry to stop or move on to something different. He’s taking his time and giving equal attention to both of my breasts. I don’t mind it a bit, but I find it surprising. I had no idea a man could take such pleasure in touching and rubbing and sucking a woman’s breasts.

He stands tall when he finishes and tugs at the button on my shorts. They unfasten, and he lowers the zipper. His palms glide into my shorts and panties, and he pushes both down my legs. They land on top of my feet, and I kick out of them.

“Your tits look so pretty jacked up like that, but I want you naked.” He unhooks the bra and slips it off, tossing it on the bed.

With my bra gone, I’m completely bared to him. He licks his lips and his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “You are breathtaking.”

Porter goes down on his knees in front of me. “I’m going to show you what it feels like to have your body worshipped.”

I don’t know what that means. But I want to find out.

He reaches around and grasps my butt, surprising me when he pulls me toward him. I’m forced to put my hand on top of his head for balance.

He pokes his nose into the Y where my legs meet my slit and inhales deeply. Heat floods my face. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting so turned on or because I’m afraid he won’t like the way I smell down there.

“Mmm… your pussy smells delicious. A perfect combination of sweet and musky. Let’s see if it tastes as good as it smells.”

Oh fuck.

His tongue darts out of his mouth and licks the top of my slit in one upward swipe. I’m not sure what kind of squawk it is that comes out of my mouth, but I know it is triggered by nothing but ecstasy.

He’s only licked me once, but my legs are already going weak. There’s no way I’ll still be standing if he continues doing that.

I lean against the bed and grasp the edge of the mattress for support. Porter moves closer and lifts one of my legs to place my foot on the box spring. “You’re going to like this. A lot.”

He spreads my slit apart with his fingers, and his tongue does this fast vibration-flicking thing against the top. “Ohhh… ohh… ohh.”

I look down because I want to see his mouth on me. I consider shutting my eyes when he looks up at me. Having his eyes on mine while he licks me that way… it’s almost too erotic. Almost.

He turns his hand palm side up and inserts a finger inside me while he sucks and pulls on the top of my slit. The suction of his mouth starts and stops in a rhythm that matches his fingers sliding in and out of me.

I’m already rocking my pelvis against his mouth when I realize what I’m doing. Pure instinct. That’s all it can be called because this has never been done to me.

A need I’ve never known is triggered low in my groin. A need for more. More suction. More friction. More motion.

I rock against Porter’s mouth harder and faster and with more pressure. “Ohh God. Porter. Something is happening. And it feels so good.”

He sucks harder and I have this strange, rhythmic squeeze-and-release thing happening inside me. A warm rush fills my face and chest and arms and legs. Ecstasy. Elation. Rapture. Euphoria. Call it whatever but it’s wonderful. And I don’t want it to ever end.

I fall on his bed when the rhythmic contractions stop, and I hear the sound of a zipper. I forgot he was still wearing pants.

I was planning to explore his body, but it’ll have to wait. I’m a boneless mess with trembling legs.

Porter crawls over me and lowers his naked body on top of mine, so we’re face-to-face with our bodies pressed together. He’s smiling as he kisses me. Proud of himself, I can tell. “I made you come hard?”

“You sure did, magic mouth.”

He chuckles. “Magic mouth?”

I nod while I nibble on my lip, a little embarrassed to admit the truth. “That’s the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm.”

His smile widens until dimples form in both cheeks. “Did you like it?”

Is he kidding? “Of course, I liked it. I want more. Lots more. Just like that one.”

“I’m not a bit opposed to that. Your pussy tastes good.”

“Porter…”

“Whaaat?”

He knows what. “You have a filthy mouth.”

“Your pussy didn’t mind my filthy mouth just now, so neither should you.”

He kisses me and I smell myself. “I’m not sure how I feel about kissing you with that on your breath.”

“It’s a part of you, Frankee. Get used to it; you’re going to be smelling that on my breath a lot.”

Porter bends my knees and pushes my legs apart. He rotates his hips and the length of his erection rubs against me. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Porter sits back on his feet so he’s kneeling between my legs. He reaches down and traces the strip of hair on my mound. “I like this.”

“I didn’t know we’d be doing this today. I probably would have taken it all off if I’d known.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t do that.”

“I thought guys liked it smooth.”

“Not me.” He cups his hand between my legs. “I want this to look like it belongs on a woman, not a little girl. Hairless is weird to me.”

“Okay.”

He leans over to the nightstand and takes out a condom from the top drawer. He’s prepared, a reminder that I’m not the first woman he’s had in his bed. Hell, I’m probably not even the first one this month.

He tears the foil packet and tosses it on the nightstand before rolling the condom over his impressive erection. I may be a virgin but even I know this man is hung. “Your cock is huge. This is going to hurt.”

“You might not appreciate my massive cock this first time, but I promise you that after your virginity is gone, you will love my arm-size dick inside you. You’ll beg me to fuck you with it.”

“I don’t know that it’s arm-size.”

“It’s arm-size.” He chuckles. “I just didn’t say whose arm.”

Porter lowers his body so he’s lying on top of me. “It’s going to take some self-control not to lose myself and fuck you into the mattress.”

“Is that what you’ve been fantasizing about doing?”

“Every fucking night, Frankee. In this bed… pumping my cock… thinking about you.”

“That’s sort of sweet. And dirty. But mostly sweet.”

“Things are about to get real sweet.”

He glides his hand between our bodies and pushes his fingers through my slick center. “Fuck, you’re wet. You have no idea what a turn-on that is.”

Porter rubs the tip of his condom-clad cock up and down through my wet slit. Feeling it at my entrance turns me on in a whole new and different way.

Amazing. I know Porter’s dick is going to stretch my body and tear something deep inside me. Despite knowing there will be pain, I still want him inside me. I crave it. I need it.

Porter positions the tip in my center and slowly eases the head inside. He covers my mouth with his and pushes the remaining length inside me, tearing through my virginity. There’s a stingy-achy-pleasure-pain sensation but it isn’t bad. The discomfort quickly subsides, and I’m ready for everything he has to give.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.” I bend my knees and tilt my hips upward. “I’m ready for you to fuck me into this mattress.”

He pulls back, almost to the point where it feels like he’s going to slide out, and then quickly thrusts. He grasps the backs of my thighs and pushes my legs up and apart, using them as leverage to pound into me deeper and harder. “I can’t believe how tight you are. The grip your body has on my cock feels so fucking good.”

Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Simple Man’ begins playing and Porter’s pace slows to echo the tempo in perfect synchronization. Again, not a traditionally romantic song but somehow it’s perfect.

He releases my legs and lowers his body, so his chest is pressed against my breasts. His forearms are pushing into the bed around my head, trapping me inside his cage of muscular, tattooed arms. I can’t think of anything any sexier. But then one of his hands leaves its place beside my head. It follows the length of my arm until he finds my hand. He laces his fingers through mine and squeezes. I squeeze back in response, and he brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss. It feels so romantic, a gesture of affection.

The song reaches the crescendo, and Porter moves our clasped hands above my head and pumps faster. He presses his forehead to mine, and his breath increases. A grunt/groan/moan accompanies the last few thrusts, but it’s the last one I love hearing the most. “Uhhh… Frankee.”

Hearing my name on his lips while he’s coming is a special kind of thrill.

He pulls out slowly, rolls off of me, and lies on his back. His breathing has slowed but deepened. “Oh fuck. That was the best lunch break I’ve ever had.”

Porter reaches for my hand, bringing it to his mouth for another kiss. “Thank you for letting me be the one.”

I didn’t do anything but lie there, but that seemed to be what he wanted. “Was it good for you?”

“Baby, calling that good would be an insult to your pussy.”

“You love saying that word, don’t you?”

“Pussy?”

“Yes.”

“I love everything about pussy. Not just saying the word. Does that bother you?”

“Depends.”

“Upon?”

“If you want my pussy, you can have it whenever you want it. But you can’t have anyone else’s. I’m not going to play that game. And if that’s going to be a problem then we need to only be boss and intern.”

Porter rolls and climbs on top of me. He grabs my wrists and pushes my hands over my head. He bites my bottom lip and tugs on it. “Same goes for you, Frankee. If you want my cock, you can have it whenever you want it. But you can’t have anyone else’s.”

“Don’t want anyone else’s.”

“Okay then. I think this is settled.”