40. Calista
FORTY
CALISTA
L incoln’s sweet kisses soon turned hungry.
The worry he had about me encountering his father soon transformed into need.
A need that had gone unchecked since before the break.
His fingers dug into my waist, pushing me against Ella’s desk.
The sound of items sliding across the surface filled the cramped room, but neither of us broke away.
Lincoln’s teeth grazed my bottom lip, and I tried to fight back a groan but failed miserably.
A flash of heat ignited my skin. The oversized sweater I was wearing was constricting.
I squeaked when his firm hands swept under me, planting my ass on the top of the wooden desk.
His mouth found mine again, this time taking a little more initiative, demanding I open for him.
My breath caught as Lincoln nipped at my bottom lip and tugged it gently between his teeth. “This is all I thought about during winter break,” he murmured. His hot breath fanned my cheek. “Kissing you. Tasting you. Having you beneath me.”
His words sent an electric current down my spine.
My nipples tightened under the fabric of my bra, begging for attention.
I could feel Lincoln’s hard length pressed against my stomach, the heat from it seeping through the thin material of my leggings.
While my body was on fire, my mind was reeling.
Claudio’s threats faded into the background.
Maybe it was foolish of me, but for once, I knew what I wanted.
Picking Lincoln wasn’t like all the stress I had endured while deciding what I wanted to do with my future. It was easy, like breathing.
“I missed you,” he continued. His voice was raw, his throat working overtime. Dark eyes analyzed every inch of my face. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“I missed you, too.”
My body ached to be touched by him. All December long, I’d been dreaming of being in his arms again, but those dreams never held a candle to the real thing.
Lincoln slid me to the edge of the desk, pulling me flush against his chest. My breasts pressed against him.
He growled low in his throat, burying his nose against my neck.
There was no air between our bodies, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I needed to touch him, even if just for a second.
Without thinking, I moved my hand to run it along the side of his jawline.
It was textured with the growth of morning stubble.
Hard and rough. The way I hoped he'd take me now that we were familiar with each other’s bodies.
The pads of my fingertips skated along his neck, teasing the skin.
“Cali,” he moaned.
My other hand found its way to his hair. Lincoln was silent as I ran my hands through his silky, dark locks. He let out a deep breath and pulled back, searching my face. The hunger in his eyes was my undoing.
Planting my hands on his chest, I brought them down the hard plains beneath his sweater until I reached the waistline of his sweatpants.
He tensed, waiting for me to continue. Every nerve ending in my body fired as Lincoln’s pupils dilated.
Desire pulsed through my veins. I slipped my hand inside.
The heat of his skin engulfed me. His erection was thick and warm against my palm.
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he tilted his head to the side and captured my mouth again, kissing me like I was the most important thing in the world to him.
My hand stayed firmly wrapped around his shaft, stroking him.
Each motion made Lincoln moan. But it wasn’t enough.
Gripping the hem of my sweatshirt, Lincoln tugged the material over my head and tossed it to the floor.
Before I had a chance to react, he was shoving the cups of my bra away.
His mouth covered my breast, tongue circling my nipple.
He bit my sensitive flesh, and pleasure jolted through my body.
Moaning, I slid my hands under the hem of his shirt, dragging my nails along his bare skin. His grip on my hips tightened. It was almost painful, but my body screamed for more.
As if sensing I was ready, Lincoln lifted me off the desk and set me on the floor in front of him.
I turned my back to him and leaned forward, bracing myself against the hard edge of the desk.
Ella’s organizers and textbooks had all been pushed to the other side in our hurry, teetering and threatening to crash to the floor.
I made a mental note to reorganize things for her later.
But I had much more important things to deal with.
I lowered myself onto my forearms, swirling my hips in invitation. Lincoln’s gaze was heavy with lust as he took me in. He stood behind me, eyes glued to my ass. Dampness pooled around my core, and I wondered if he could see it. I definitely felt it.
Lincoln’s hand slid across my backside before giving it a firm slap. He leaned over me, fingers teasing my entrance through the material of my leggings. “You’re intoxicating, do you know that? When I’m with you, I’m an addict. I lose all self-control.”
His lips teased my ear, and a shiver ran up my spine. “I thought you were a control freak?” I whispered.
“Not when it comes to you.”
The heat from Lincoln’s chest disappeared from my spine.
He was on one knee, his strong hands on my waist, removing my leggings at a tantalizing pace.
He was teasing me, making me wait. I could tell by the mischievous glint in his beautiful, dark brown eyes.
The material only made it to my knees before his tongue brushed along my opening.
My breath caught in my throat. His fingers massaged into my skin, and I couldn’t fight back the moan that tore through me.
I prayed my neighbors weren’t on the other side of the thin dorm room walls.
His hot breath bathed me in his spicy scent as he parted me and dove inside.
I gasped, my body tightening around his talented tongue as it plunged deeper into my center.
The swirling and flicking patterns left me aching.
The more his tongue danced, the faster my heart raced.
The burning he built deep inside begged for release.
But Lincoln continued to tease me, and I was ready to combust under his touch.
When I didn’t think I could take anymore, Lincoln removed the warmth of his mouth from my entrance. He placed a delicate kiss on the skin his hand had collided with earlier. My body shivered in anticipation, knowing what was to come next.
His fingers brushed the hair off my neck, allowing it to gather over one shoulder.
“You wouldn’t mind if I took you right here on this desk, would you?” Lincoln’s warm breath was back, caressing my ear.
I whimpered. “I’d be mad at you if you didn’t.”
Lincoln didn’t move his strong body away from mine. He wrapped one arm around my waist, anchoring himself as he positioned his member at my core.
“Say your mine,” he demanded, teasing my clit with the slick head of his arousal.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, needing him to fill me.
The next second he was fulfilling my wish.
His thick erection pushed into me, causing me to gasp.
This time was the complete opposite of the last time we had sex.
Lincoln thrusted into me, a strong and steady rhythm that had my knees going weak.
His fist was like a vice grip in my hair.
The other was on my hip, pulling me into him.
My back arched, wanting more. No, needing more.
I cried out in pleasure.
Lincoln’s hand left my hair to wrap around my mouth. My groans mixed with the slapping of our skin and haggard breathing. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed this, how much I needed him .
Tremors racked through my body as I met my climax. My center constricted, tightening around Lincoln’s shaft.
“Where should I come?” His voice was husky, dragging me from my foggy thoughts. Then it hit me. We hadn’t used a condom.
“On my back,” I told him.
My voice sounded alien, even to my own ears. But Lincoln heard me.
“Fuck,” he growled, giving me a few more thrusts before he abruptly removed himself from inside me.
Warm cum spewed across my back. Gravity threatened to make a mess, and I had to reposition myself so that it didn’t drip onto the floor.
While she wasn’t the epitome of cleanliness, Ella might kill me if I got cum on the carpet.
Up until Lincoln, I had never had a man come on me.
With past partners, I had only ever used condoms. But there was something about it that felt raw. Primal. Satisfying.
Lincoln stood behind me for a moment, the head of his arousal tapping my lower back. “I don’t suppose you have any wet wipes in here, do you?”
I peered over my shoulder at a boyish-looking Lincoln. His cheeks were rosy, from the physical exertion or the predicament we found ourselves in, I’ll never know.
“You can use my makeup wipes,” I offered. “They should still be in my suitcase.”
“Always prepared,” Lincoln teased, his hand meeting my ass again.
I couldn’t wipe the blissful smile off my face. “One of us has to be.”