Chapter 1 #4
He wondered if Lincoln would straddle his hips, allowing Shayne to set the pace.
In Shayne’s head, he did. Lincoln’s tight ass tugged Shayne’s cock, greedily milking him toward orgasm.
Tightening his grip on his dick, Shayne tried mimicking his fantasy.
Lincoln’s name left his lips. Shayne spread his knees, cupping his balls with his free hand, he rolled them between his fingers before moving lower.
He toyed with his puckered hole. The clawing need to fuck Lincoln in any way he could have him was tearing at Shayne’s skin.
He had to have the man. There was too much heat between them.
Shayne had every intention of fucking Lincoln, but he already knew it wouldn’t end there.
The man had taken care of him in his time of need.
That was more than anyone had done for him in years.
He could easily become addicted to someone who treated him that way. It didn’t hurt Lincoln was hot as hell.
Sweat ran down Shayne’s chest, making Lincoln’s shirt cling to his skin, as he pumped faster.
His fingers found their way inside his ass.
He fucked himself in time with the pull of his cock.
Barely a second passed between the first wave of building pressure and his explosion.
It was twice as powerful as anything he could remember.
A wave of ecstasy rolled over him as a jet of semen shot out with enough force to hit him in the chin before coating his chest and abs.
It was possible Lincoln would never get his shirt back now.
Once Shayne got his hands on Lincoln, cracked ribs or not, this wouldn’t be the only ruined article of clothing. Shayne would rock Lincoln’s world.
Another drop of cum leaked from his cock, making it hard for Shayne to catch his breath.
If Lincoln had this strong of an impact on Shayne with only the fantasy of him, Shayne might not survive the real thing.
His ribs screamed in protest as Shayne’s high melted away.
Maybe he should wait until he healed a bit.
The sharp pain threatening to collapse his lungs as Shayne came to his feet solidified his thoughts.
He didn’t want to disappoint. Shayne’s head spun while he stripped.
Without bothering to dress, Shayne made a quick detour to the bathroom before going in search of more pain medication.
Most likely he should check the time, ensuring it was safe to take more, but he didn’t bother.
A scrap of paper on the table caught Shayne’s eye as he tossed back another pill.
It was Lincoln’s number. With his body still humming from the orgasm, Shayne snatched up his phone and finally checked the time.
It was 2 a.m. To give himself something to do, and fight off the temptation to text Lincoln, he programmed the man’s number into his phone.
He checked the time again. Two minutes had passed.
Scrolling back to Lincoln’s number, Shayne stared at the man’s name now saved to his contacts.
It hit him. Sometime between being on the side of the road and now, Shayne had retrieved his phone.
Damn. The guy was a miracle worker. The air clicked on, blowing across Shayne’s skin, reminding him again Lincoln hadn’t stayed, and he was alone. Shayne was weak. He texted Lincoln.
Shayne: You left.
Five minutes passed. He was probably asleep. Shayne didn’t stop staring at his phone. Still he almost jumped out of his skin when it vibrated in his hand.
Lincoln: You needed your sleep, but I see you’re not getting it.
Shayne: Neither are you.
Lincoln: Can’t sleep.
His admission made Shayne smile. He spent a minute hoping he was the reason Lincoln couldn’t settle down. The idea he could keep Lincoln awake caused something impulsive to rise inside Shayne.
Shayne: Shake one out.
Even as he typed the words, Shayne snorted with laughter.
To be fair, the man hadn’t held back in his flirtations.
He doubted a few crude words would run Lincoln off now.
If what his nurse had told him was true, Lincoln wasn’t prepared for someone like Shayne, someone who spent his days surrounded by the roughest of men.
When his phone shook again with Lincoln’s incoming text, Shayne stared at the message with a mixture of surprise and hunger pulsing through his veins.
Lincoln: Did that the moment I got home. It didn’t help. You’re still in my head.
Shayne: I know the feeling. As soon as I woke up, I found myself fisting my cock.
Lincoln: Didn’t that hurt your ribs?
Shayne: You were worth it.
As much as he wanted Lincoln’s reaction, Shayne found he couldn’t wait, and the man’s texts weren’t enough.
Shayne: Are you blushing yet?
Lincoln: No.
Shayne: For some reason, I don’t believe you.
Shayne smiled into the darkness as he waited for Lincoln’s response to his challenge.
He was having more fun than he’d had in years.
Even he didn’t know why. Lincoln drew him in, making him happy.
Damn. He hadn’t been happy in a long time.
His phone lit up a half second before an image of a shirtless Lincoln appeared on the screen.
He might not have been sleeping, but his hair was mussed and his eyes looked softer.
Shayne’s palms itched to touch him. In spite of his earlier ministrations, Shayne’s cock lengthened. Good lord, Lincoln was sexy.
Lincoln: See. No blush.
Shayne: Hmmm. I’m still not sure I believe you. Maybe you should lower the camera.
Lincoln: We’ll have to agree to disagree since I’m the only one sending pics.
The smartass inside Shayne rose to the surface. He snapped a picture of the spot between his pecs, sending it off. Technically, it was lower than Lincoln’s had gone. Lincoln’s reaction didn’t disappoint.
Lincoln: Tease.
Shayne: You have no idea.
Lincoln: I’d like to find out.
Shayne: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
Lincoln: Same.
Shayne: Go to sleep then.
Lincoln: Yes, sir.
Shayne: I do like the sound of that.
Lincoln: Go to sleep, Shayne.