6. Lincoln
lincoln
. . .
I’d never considered myself a smart man. I’d made a lot of mistakes and fucked up more times than I could count, but the smartest thing I’d ever done was kiss the beautiful dark-haired tornado that swept into my bar.
Not only had it been the best kiss I’d ever experienced, but I’d be playing the sound of her sweet little whimpers on repeat for the rest of my life. I wanted to record them, to memorize the feel of her skin. I wanted to immortalize her beauty and capture our moment of need. One day, years from now, I could replay it when I was nothing more than an aging man with a fading memory and my hand wrapped around my cock.
And as I stared up at her stormcloud eyes from between her parted legs, I silently thanked whatever universal force drove her into my arms.
She tasted like liquor and temptation, like sin wrapped in a perfect silky bow. My fingers dug into her thighs, reveling in the way she gripped my hair and tugged as I drug the pad of my tongue over the seam of her pussy.
“ Lincoln ,” she breathed, tightening her hold as I brought my finger up and played with her entrance. I liked when she said my name. Liked it even more that she was begging for pleasure only I could give. “More.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her thigh as I pulled back. “Greedy girl. Give me a letter first.”
She lifted her head, staring at me like I’d suddenly grown two heads. “The fuck do you mean?”
I shrugged. She’d made it clear she didn’t want to just give me her name. I may not have known her reasoning, but I’d play her games so long as I got what I wanted. “You told me to get creative, so give me the first letter of your name, and I’ll give you what you want.” Without waiting, I slowly slipped my finger inside of her, relishing in the way she gasped as I pushed inside.
The sounds she made… God, they were fucking addicting. If I hadn’t already been sporting an erection, hearing the noises that left her lips would have done it.
“J,” she said without hesitation, laying back against the old wooden table with a thud. She let me play her body like an instrument, and I, like the bastard I was, greedily took anything she gave me. I could’ve pushed for more, but I liked the idea of withholding her orgasm the way she’d withheld her name.
Tit for tat, right?
“Let’s go for letter two, then,” I said, pressing my thumb against her clit. My other arm remained firmly in place—wrapped around her soft thigh with my hand resting atop her belly.
She didn’t say anything as I dipped my head between her legs once more. I’d gone easy on her before, not knowing what she liked or how rough she wanted me to be, but I was done waiting.
I dipped my head back to her center, sucking her clit into my mouth and curling my finger inside her. As she cried out, I let my tongue roam across her pussy, making a mental note of every little sound she made and what I did to cause it.
It didn’t take long before her hands found their way back into my hair, pulling me closer and wrapping her shaking legs firmly around my head so I could barely breathe. I didn’t care. I’d gladly die with my head between her thighs.
The moment I felt her body tighten, barreling toward release, I pulled back.
“No, no, no,” she pleaded, raising her head to stare down at me. “I was so close.”
“Give me your name, and this can all be over,” I said, a crooked smile on my lips.
I shouldn’t have liked torturing her as much as I did. I’d never been with someone as mouthy as she was, but goddammit, there was something about her that had me toying with every line I’d ever set.
She glared, balling her hands into fists as she said, “O.”
“How many letters are we going for, darlin’?” I asked, slowly working in and out of her wet heat.
She blew out a breath, and I watched in glee as her patience began to wane. “Well, I’m sure as hell not going with my full name if this is the game we’re playing…”
Her words ended with a sigh as I leaned forward and blew on her clit. Her eyes met mine with a challenge I relished.
“I can do this all day and night, darlin’. I can wind you up so tight you’ll be begging and pleading for me to fuck you, but I won’t. Not until you give me your name.”
Her defiant gaze didn’t waver, didn’t break for a second.
I sighed, trying and likely failing to hide how giddy her choice not to give in had made me. “I guess we’ll have to do this my way…”
Over and over again, I brought her to the brink with my tongue, earning every bit of her ire as she bit out the remaining three letters.
S.
I .
E.
Josie .
Her name was Josie, and I’d never heard a name so sweet—almost as sweet as her perfect pussy.
It was on the last letter that I dove back in, fucking her fast and hard with my fingers. I stood, pulling her up and pressing my mouth to hers as she ground against my hand, chasing the orgasm that came only seconds later.
I’d never kissed anyone with my eyes open, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to watch every beautiful, euphoric moment of her pleasure. She screamed and thrashed in my arms, clinging to my body like I was the sole thing in this world keeping her from floating away until, finally, she slumped forward and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Josie, huh?” I asked, feeling the curve of her smile on my skin. “Was that so hard?”
She pulled back, revealing the full flush of her cheeks. “No, but it was fun.”
I quirked a brow. “Really? Because at one point, I was getting flashbacks to the Exorcist and thought I was close to losing my life.”
Josie rolled her eyes, readying to volley back the same smart-ass comments we’d been trading, but I was done playing. I was done with the games.
I wanted this woman, and I wanted her now.
She let out a breathy gasp as I removed my fingers and gripped her bare ass, and brought her closer, dragging her drenched cunt along the rough denim covering my erection. “Please tell me you have a condom,” she pleaded, looking down between our bodies.
“In my truck,” I said, kissing her forehead. “You okay with staying right here?”
Josie nodded, but I sensed apprehension on her part. “There aren’t, like, cameras in here, right?” she asked, looking around .
I shook my head, stifling a laugh. “Uh, no. Frank isn’t a big fan of change and thinks the government could track him through security footage. I had to buy a card reader and computer myself so we could accommodate tourists during the summer.”
That’d been one hell of a fight. For damn near a month, every day when I came in, the computer had been unplugged and the charging cord hidden. Only when I threatened to install the cameras he’d been so adamantly against did he come clean and show me where he’d stashed it.
I looked around, grabbing my shirt off the floor and tossing it to her. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable, and while she still had her top on, she was exposed from the waist down.
Josie draped it over her lap, calling out her thanks as I turned and jogged to the passenger side of my truck and rifled through the glove compartment.
“Please don’t be fucking expired,” I muttered, grabbing the box of condoms I’d stashed away months ago. Or was it longer? It’d been so long since I’d used one.
I checked the date, noting I was well within the time frame of use, and sent up a silent prayer. I remembered reading something in college about how they were technically good for three to five years, but questioning the integrity of condoms wasn’t something I was willing to gamble on.
“We’re all set,” I said, running back inside and shaking the box for her to see.
Josie smiled, and the sight damn near took my breath away. “Thank god,” she laughed. “I don’t know if I could’ve waited for a store run.”
“A store run, huh?” I leaned in, trying to steady my pulse. “You desperate for my dick, darlin’?”
She rolled her eyes, reaching for my belt loops and pulling me closer. “Maybe I am, cowboy. Or maybe I just want to know just how well you ride.”
I went willingly, settling myself between her legs as though I belonged. “Is that a challenge?”
“I’m just saying that your mouth has been writing a lot of checks, but it’s time to cash them in?—”
“I think you know my mouth can cash all the checks it’s written, and believe me, darlin’,” I said, leaning in close, “any other payout will be just as grand.”
Josie’s hands were working the button of my jeans before I could reach it. She fought against the worn fabric until it finally popped free, not waiting for my zipper to slide the denim down.
I hissed as she ran the heel of her palm along my erection, trying like hell to toe off my boots and shimmy out of my pants. All remaining effort went toward not coming in my briefs like a fucking pubescent teenager who’d never touched a woman before.
“Condom,” I said through gritted teeth.
She reached toward the box as I slipped any remaining clothes off. When she turned her attention back toward me, her gaze slid slowly down my body to where I slowly stroked my cock. “See something you like?” I asked.
Josie ripped into the packet and pulled out the condom. She reached out, slowly rolling the latex over the head of my dick until it reached the base. When her gaze met mine, all pretenses were gone.
This was real. We were going to do this.
“Hold on,” I told her with a wink.
“Wait, what?” she asked, squealing as I scooped her into my arms and carried her toward the pool table in the corner.
Frank had bought it brand new when he opened this place, and it’d quickly become a staple of the old bar. I’d recently refurbished the antique with brand new green felt as a birthday present, though he stopped me from sanding and restaining the oak wood. It was still scuffed and dented from the years gone by, but he’d said it’d just given it character.
I sat Josie down on the edge, but she placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back. She hopped down, and I cringed as her bare feet touched the floor. Sure, I tried to keep the place clean, but I hadn’t done any of that shit yet since my focus had been entirely on her.
But as I opened my mouth to tell her to stop, Josie turned toward the pool table. With careful hands, she drew the hem of her shirt over her head and made quick work of her bra. All thoughts eddied from my mind as she looked over her shoulder, her hands sliding along the scarred wood as she bent over and waved her ass in a dangerous taunt.
I closed the distance between us in two strides, running one hand down the center of her back as I used the other to drag my cock along her drenched core. The sight of her on display for me was the most sensual thing I’d ever seen. This woman didn’t know me, yet here she was, pushing back and seeking the relief she desperately craved.
Josie was at my will, my mercy, and?—
“Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me.”
And just like that, our roles had changed.