Chapter 16
HUNTER
Lincoln came all over my tie, his breathy whimper sounding a lot like the first syllable of my name, and I prayed he didn’t edit that out when he pieced the clips together.
I waited until after his cock stopped pulsing before ending the recording, then I set the phone down on the floor beside my leg and laced my fingers together at the base of my skull.
My body vibrated with the need to get inside of this man, but there was something to definitely be said about the anticipation that came from being on my knees.
On the bed, Lincoln groaned again, then sat up, stripping out of his shirt awkwardly with one hand.
My cum-covered tie still wrapped loosely around his other fist.
“How do you feel about gags?” he asked, sitting upright and bracing his bare feet against the floor.
I was so overdressed, but I’d never felt more exposed.
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
“Pull down your pants,” Lincoln said, chin raised. “Just down to your knees and then come get on my lap.”
“I’m too big, I’ll—”
“Come get on my lap,” he said again, licking his lips. “Sir.”
It was impossible to tell him no when hearing that three-letter word made me desperate to only tell him yes.
I pulled open my belt and tugged down my fly. I shoved my pants and my underwear down to my thighs, then fanned myself out over the top of his lap. It was awkward until he adjusted my position so my erection was tucked between his thighs, and I groaned for how tight his muscles held me.
“Open,” he murmured next, pulling my head up with a tight grip on my hair.
I swallowed and parted my lips, grunting when he used sticky fingers to shove the balled-up—and probably ruined—tie into my mouth. The salty taste of his cum immediately filled my mouth, and I groaned, the sound turning into a moan when he dropped my face back onto the sheets.
“I’m not holding you down,” he said, stroking his fingers over the small of my back. “If you hate this, just get up and I’ll stop.”
There was no way to tell him that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, I’d never hate this.
I nodded, my lashes fluttering when he dug his fingertips into my ass cheek.
One hand pressed between my shoulder blades, more affirming than restricting, and then Lincoln’s hand landed against my ass with a deafening crack.
My body tensed, and he went still, and then without any prompting from my brain, my hips thrust downward, pushing my cock toward the sheets. Lincoln let out a quiet laugh, drawing swirls over the place he’d just spanked me.
“Sir likes it,” he said softly, then he spanked me again.
It was easy to get lost in the steady and expected cadence of Lincoln’s hand against my ass.
The calming strokes of his fingers up and down the length of my spine.
Even the tight squeeze of his thighs around my cock as he continued to strike my ass.
He moved his attention lower, alternating between firm slaps against my already tender ass and the extremely sensitive backs of my thighs.
Every nerve in my body lit up like a live wire, the only thing stopping me from getting lost in it entirely was the embarrassing amount of spit rolling down my chin.
Lincoln wouldn’t have been embarrassed if it were him.
I didn’t think he would be, at least, but he had a lot more experience with this kind of thing than I did.
My know-how was limited to an hour here and there spent reenacting porn I’d seen on the internet.
Suddenly, being over his lap felt more like role play than anything I’d done with any men before him.
Kneeling had been okay, kneeling had been more than okay, but this…
Rocking my shoulder, I moved enough to dislodge his hand from between my shoulders.
“Enough?” he asked quietly.
I climbed off his lap, the balled-up and soaking tie still in my mouth.
Lincoln flung himself backward on the bed and spread his legs, almost the same pose as when he’d been jerking off earlier except now he cradled his balls in his hand, lifting his sac and cock up to show me his asshole.
My mouth went dry, and with a surprising flash of reluctance, I yanked the tie out of my mouth.
“Want to fuck you,” I said, tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.
“You better.”
It was easy to cover Lincoln’s body with mine.
Easier still to slick my fingers with lube and shove them between his legs.
His body was hot and tight, but he made room for me like I was made to be inside of him.
Maybe I liked the spanking more than I thought because, on top of Lincoln, I moved like a man possessed.
My fingers thrust and scissored him open, and I only used my hand until the fine lines around the corners of his mouth went slack.
“Take me bare,” he said on a gasp, the tip of my dick already notched against his slippery asshole.
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
He barely needed to tell me once.
I thrust into Lincoln with enough force it slid us both up toward the headboard, and I had to force myself to go still inside of him so I didn’t come on the spot.
With my head hanging low and the curled ends of his hair tickling my nose, I fought my way through a tremble that threatened to knock all of my joints out of place.
“Oh,” Lincoln exhaled, his hands coming around my waist with an exceedingly noticeable sort of delicacy, especially considering the fact those hands had most definitely left purple bruises on my ass.
“Hmn?” I pushed forward, making sure every inch I could fit had sunk inside of him. Needing more of a pause, I pressed my mouth against the side of his neck, kissing and sucking and baring my teeth against the thin skin behind his ear.
“Oh,” he said again, fingernails sharp blades against my waist.
I was still dressed. I realized too late, my slacks down around my knees and my dress shirt still buttoned and hanging too low for my liking.
I wanted more of Lincoln. I wanted all of him, but there was no way in hell I was going to take my cock out of him until we’d both finished at least once more each.
“Take off my shirt.”
I shoved into him again, only so I could rock back enough to toe off my shoes and shake one leg out of my pants, and then the other. I got my underwear down to one ankle, and then Lincoln had finished with my shirt and it was enough. It was enough.
“If you don’t move, I might die.”
“I might die if I move,” I whispered, still fighting to catch my breath.
“Okay,” he said quietly, hands finally settling in the dip of my waist. “Alright.”
Lincoln gave me space to breathe, not just in bed, but out of it as well.
It was easy for me to kneel in front of him and easier still for me to put him onto his knees.
There was no thought involved, only muscle memory, which was absurd considering we barely knew each other.
But somehow, my body knew his, like for a thousand parallel lives this was a dance we’d learned and rehearsed and perfected.
“Hunter, I…” Lincoln blinked hard, voice trailing off into nothing louder than his next breath.
“Sir,” he said next, swallowing hard, and then I kissed his throat, tilted his head back to make room for myself, and he whimpered, “Daddy.”
There was something electric about the word, sending gooseflesh down the back of my neck at the sound of it.
I kissed my way up the underside of his chin and slanted our mouths together, kissing this man that I had somehow fallen in love with overnight.
He dug his nails into my waist and parted his lips for me, moaning when my tongue twisted with his, and the only thing I could hear was Daddy.
Daddy.
“I’m here. I’ve got you,” I promised him, and then I started to move.
Lincoln came apart beneath me, his entire body shuddering with pleasure as I pulled my cock almost all the way out of him. Thrusting back in, I set a pace that didn’t make my brain want to explode, and just like everything else…
It was enough.
It was enough.
Reaching down, I hiked Lincoln’s legs up and buried myself deeper into him, pumping down hard on top of him, pushing him into the mattress.
I groaned when Lincoln took his dick into his hand and stroked himself, all of his muscles going taut, especially the ones that gripped my cock on every thrust.
Lincoln cursed under his breath and tried to cover his face with his free hand, but I grabbed it away from him and pinned it to the mattress. His cheeks were flushed red and his lashes were clumped together, his stare focused on me even when he blinked long and hard.
“What the…How the…” Lincoln screwed his eyes shut, arched his back, and then came all over my chest. The heat of his pleasure and the tight friction of his knuckles against my stomach while he kept stroking himself off was more than enough to push me the rest of the way over my own edge.
Trying to not come inside of him had been a struggle from the start and letting go of that control had pleasure rolling through me like a tidal wave.
Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I thrust into Lincoln until my balls were wrung out and empty, the final exhale of my orgasm leaving me with a shudder.
“Hey.” His voice was hoarse against my ear, his lips damp. “Kiss me, please.”
I’d never make him ask twice for that, leveraging my way back up to bring our mouths together.
Gentle at first, then with more feeling, until I was thrusting against him again, groaning with arousal when Lincoln fought against me and flipped me onto my back.
On top of me, he arranged himself neatly between my legs, breaking the kiss to sit upright and play with his nipples.
“You’ve seen me come twice today,” he told me, fitting his body between my spread thighs…finally getting my underwear the whole way off. “I’ve only seen you come once.”
“I’ll come for you again if that’s what you want.”
“I know,” he murmured, sliding two fingers into his mouth.
I gasped, watching him fellate his two longest fingers and then press then down between my legs. My hole was so sensitive. It would have been even if my entire body wasn’t absolutely primed for pleasure, but Lincon’s slick and swirling fingers didn’t do me any favors.
“Did you like when I called you Daddy?” he asked, plucking one nipple and twisting it to the point that watching it made my own nipples ache.
“I like when you call me anything,” I admitted.
“Sometimes Daddy feels right,” he said, sliding his hand down lower and stroking his cock. His damp fingers still toyed with my asshole, and it was a wonder I hadn’t already shot my load all over us both. “Sir feels better.”
“What about Hunter?” I asked.
A second later, Lincoln twisted his finger and slid it all the way up to the knuckle. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, bucking us both up off the bed.
“Hunter is nice,” he teased, sliding his finger out before pressing it back in. “Outside of the bedroom.”
I huffed out a desperate little laugh at just how astute that observation truly was.
Lincoln made a soft mewling sound, reaching behind his back and dragging his fingers across his ass.
“You’re leaking out of me.”
“I should have asked if it was okay to come inside of you.”
“We’ve already had these conversations.” He grunted, and it didn’t take a stretch of the imagination to know he’d shoved his fingers up his own ass. “I want you to take me whenever you want me.”
I had to close my eyes because the sight of Lincoln on top of me, his chest flushed and his cock swollen was almost too much for me to bear, all things between us considered.
Reaching forward, I dragged my fingertips up his stomach toward his chest, and without prompting, he scooted a little closer so I could reach him.
“You like these to hurt, don’t you?” I murmured, flicking one of his nipples.
In response, he groaned and pulled his fingers out of his ass.
“I do.” He showed me his fingers, sticky with lube and cum, and then he reached down again between my legs and shoved my own spend right into my asshole.
“Oh fuck.”
“Stop fighting it, Daddy,” Lincoln coaxed.
I didn’t even need to look at his face to see the playful smile that split his lips, but I did anyway.
“Lincoln,” I murmured his name because, in that moment, it was the only thing I knew.
“Be a good boy and come for me, Daddy.”
His mouth spread into a smile so bright it could have eclipsed the sun, and I had no choice after that, except to give him exactly what he wanted.