Jenny
“ J esus Christ!”
Lincoln jolts back against the kitchen counter, thumping against a drawer, his gray eyes wide with alarm. He’s got those stick-em-up hands again, his toned stomach pressing against his shirt with each harsh breath. It’s like he spotted a venomous snake by his feet, not an awkward girl trying to give her stupid crush a blow job.
I flatten my palms against my leggings.
Honestly. I’m not going to maul the big jerk.
“You asked me what I wanted.” I lift one shoulder, acting far more casual than I feel. If I put myself out there like this and he rejects me… well, let’s just say there’s not enough bourbon-soaked ice cream in the world. “This is what I want. If you’re up for it.”
“If I’m up for it?”
I’ve never heard Lincoln sound so strangled. It’d be pretty funny if my chest weren’t flayed wide open right now. Being brave is the worst.
“Yeah, I mean. I might suck at it. Pun intended.”
“ .”
“What? Come on, this can’t be a huge surprise for you. Every time I look at you, I have dumb little cartoon hearts floating in my eyes.”
My words are sweet but my tone is grouchy as hell. Already, my knees ache from the hard kitchen floor, and Lincoln’s looming over me, so tall and muscly and baffled. How long is he gonna leave me hanging down here? Is he just going to step over me and walk away?
I would die. I would flop over, roll under the fridge, and make a new life with the dust bunnies.
The digital clock on the oven flickers, a minute passing. Then two.
My bones creak as I push to my feet. I feel one thousand years old.
“Forget it. The ad is fine.”
Squeezing past, I can’t meet his eye. May never look at Lincoln properly again. And my cheeks are hot, my stomach hurts, and I can’t believe I did that. Can’t believe I ever thought my gorgeous roommate would want that from me.
Because he knows I have no experience, knows it would be clumsy and awkward as hell—and more than that, he surely knows it wouldn’t be a meaningless encounter to me.
It wouldn’t be a dare.
Wouldn’t be a personal challenge.
It would be everything.
“Wait.” Lincoln catches my elbow, and his gentle grip makes me want to cry. I press my lips together and stare at the wall. “, wait a second. Do you…”
He trails off. Sucks in a ragged breath.
“Do you really want to do that? With me?”
Yes. No.
Depends if he’s going to be this freaking horrified by it.
I shrug, still miserable, and Lincoln’s thumb strokes back and forth on my arm. The soft fabric of my sweater slides over my skin.
“I didn’t know, sweetheart.”
My vision blurs, and it’s like my chest is caving in. How could he not know? I’ve been walking around for the last few weeks with my bloody heart stitched to my sleeve. I eat, sleep, breathe thinking about Lincoln.
The soft brush of his lips against my neck makes me jump. Without thinking, I clutch at his arm.
“Okay,” Lincoln says, his deep voice in my ear. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s do this. But not in here, alright? I won’t have you kneeling down there on that horrible floor.”
I beam at the wall, my sudden laugh watery.
* * *
Lincoln fusses an awful lot for such a confident man. He leads me into the living room, touching my arm and back and checking up on me the whole way, then pushes the coffee table away from the sofa.
The clock ticks on the wall, and the traffic rumbles outside. He clears his throat, then drops a cushion on the rug.
I burst out laughing.
“This is fucked up,” Lincoln mutters, collapsing on the sofa with his powerful thighs spread, but his mouth tugs up in a rueful grin. “ I should be kneeling for you , . Or laying you down on my bed and licking you all over. Not… not…”
My knees crack as I drop to the cushion. Jeez, I really am turning into an old woman. Nerves fizz in my belly as I rest my palms on his knees.
And Lincoln is so solid. He’s a piece of architecture, not a man, and as soon as I touch him, a sense of calm swoops through me, warming me to my fingertips.
“But you want this, right?”
My roommate barks out a harsh laugh. “Yes, I fucking want this. You know how many times I’ve thought about your lips wrapped around my cock? How many times I bit my wrist in the shower and thought about sinking into the wet heat of your mouth?”
Oh, lord.
“I’ve thought about it too.” I reach for his buckle, so eager, but Lincoln catches my hand and when I glance up, those gray eyes pin me to the rug.
“This had better not be a dare, . You hear?” Stern lines bracket Lincoln’s sensual mouth, the corners turned down. He looks unhappy. “Because I’m not posting that room listing if we do this. I’m not going fucking anywhere. If you put your hands and mouth on me like this—that’s it. Okay? You can’t hide from me anymore. You’re mine.”
His.
Delicious tingles rush through me. Heat coils below my belly button.
Oh I’m his, alright. I’ve been Lincoln’s for a long time now, I’ve just been too much of a coward to tell him.
And happy fireworks are bursting in my chest, but I bat his hand away like I’m totally unruffled. Cool as a cucumber, that’s me.
“I agree to your terms.”
Lincoln snorts, and I shoot him a grin. Then neither of us are laughing anymore, because I’m tugging his buckle open, leather creaking and metal clicking.
His denim-clad thighs bracket my sides, rock hard and so still. When I place one palm on his leg, feather light, the muscle twitches under my touch.
“I’m, uh. I’m going to take your cock out.”
Lincoln screws one eye shut. “Please do.”
This is weird. This is so, so weird. And it only gets stranger when I reach into the soft cotton of his boxers and draw out the hard length of my roommate’s cock.
It’s long and thick. Ruddy and hot against my palm, and when I wrap my fingers around the base, the open zipper of his jeans scrapes against my wrist. His cock is so alive , and I know that’s a ridiculous thought, but I’m staring at it, hypnotized. My tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth.
“Shit.” I’ve barely touched him yet, but Lincoln scowls like he’s in pain. He shifts against the sofa, spreading his thighs wider, urging me closer. “ Shit. , your little hand is so soft.”
In a good way? I squeeze him tighter, thrilled to hear his breath catch.
You know, it’s powerful down here. I may be the one on my knees, but Lincoln is at my mercy.
…Or he would be, if I had any clue what I’m doing.
“So I just lick it?” I stare at the cock in my hand, doubtful. It twitches under the weight of my inspection. “Like a lollipop?”
Lincoln groans, head tipping back toward the ceiling, and buries his face in his hands. I wait, his pulse thudding in his cock against my thumb, but he doesn’t come out again. “Lincoln?”
“Yeah.” Abruptly he’s back, dropping his hands and leaning forward. His pupils are blown wide, those eyes barely ringed in gray, and I shiver as he rakes his gaze over me, hungry and possessive. Like he could singe my clothes off with his eyes alone. “Yeah, you lick it. Or suck it. Do whatever you want to it, sweetheart. Bite it off if that’s what you feel like doing, just—put your mouth on me.”
With a laugh trapped in my throat, I lean forward, floorboards creaking. This close to Lincoln’s bare skin, I recognize the scent of his soap from the shower. He smells spicy and clean. So freaking good.
The first lick is salty. I lap at the head of his cock, at the moisture beading at the slit, and I’m not sure if I like it at first—until Lincoln lets out a broken groan. Then heat ripples through my veins, and god, okay, I definitely like it. I lick his cock again. Circle the tip with my tongue.
“That’s it.” My roommate hisses, scowling down at me from above. One hand wraps around my ponytail, and though he doesn’t try to move me, the hold is so possessive that I forget how to breathe. “Yeah, lick it. Just like that, . Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
Oh my god.
If he said that to me in a normal situation, I’d punch him on the shoulder. But right now, with the heavy weight of his cock resting on my tongue? I moan loudly, sucking the broad head of his cock past my lips.
The sofa creaks as his hips twitch. He’s holding back, trying not to fuck my mouth, squeezing my hair but not pulling me around, and a tendon stands out in Lincoln’s throat from the effort.
I inhale sharply, then take him deeper. Bob my lips up and down along his shaft.
And I’ve never worn bright red lipstick before, but I might need to buy one. It would be worth it, to paint his cock in my shade. Like leaving a signature: was here.
My mouth pulls off with a pop, a string of spit hanging between my lips and his cock, and it’s so freaking obscene that I flush crimson. Embarrassment crawls up my neck, and I’m frozen, horrified, but Lincoln grunts and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, spreading the wetness around.
“God. You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
My horror melts away, and I hum. Basking in his praise.
His thumb nudges past my lips and I suck him deeper, all the way to the second knuckle, cheeks hollowing and eyes fluttering closed. Lincoln curses somewhere above me, but the sounds are hazy. I’m floating. Dreamy.
“You want to keep going?” Lincoln rasps.
I nod and release his thumb, then, with my eyes still closed, open my lips and wait for the touch of his cock.
That’s how it goes. It’s lazy and decadent; it’s heated and hungry. I’m not sure what I expected from a blow job, exactly, but though I wanted to give one, I didn’t think I’d enjoy it so much.
But every time Lincoln groans, pleasure shudders through me in reply. Every time his breath hitches, a pulse thuds heavier between my thighs. With every lick of my tongue, every shameless slurp, I get wetter too, and needier, until I’m shifting against the cushion and whimpering against Lincoln’s cock.
When he starts guiding me by my hair, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
When he mutters filthy praise, my toes curl in my fuzzy socks.
And when he finally stiffens, tapping me on the shoulder and warning, “,” I don’t sit back. Whole armies couldn’t drag me away.
I hum as salty wetness spills over my tongue. I swallow him down, spurt after spurt, and maybe it’s shameless but I don’t care.
I want all of him. I want him imprinted on my skin, and coating my insides.
“Fuck.” Lincoln collapses against the back of the sofa, his stomach muscles twitching. He’s still holding my ponytail with one hand, the other cradling my jaw.
Lincoln stares over my shoulder at the wall, expression bleak. “You’re going to ruin me, . You could destroy me with a flick of your hand.”
Well, I won’t, then.
Seems simple to me.
I kiss his thigh through the denim, and then I’m lifted into the air. Cradled on my roommate’s lap.
“I’m not posting that ad.”
“I know.” He did warn me, and I don’t want him to. If Lincoln wants to claim me, I’m not crazy enough to stop him. Because he’s all I want, he’s so bold and untamed, and I’m…
Not.
I sink down against Lincoln’s chest, frowning. His heartbeat is rapid, audible through his t-shirt.
Maybe he doesn’t want to leave right now, but he’s adventurous to his core. He travels the world and takes risks and is building a star photographer career. He’s really going to stop all that for me? Would I even want him to?
Lincoln’s lips press against my hair, and I burrow closer to his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down.
I…
God. I really don’t want to let this man go.