Chapter 6 #2
“Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you.” The final word came out on a startled cry as Shayne impaled himself on Lincoln’s dick. His stomach muscles clenched in pleasure. The air left his lungs. “Fuck, Shayne. If only you knew how often I picture you just like this.”
Shayne’s palms landed on either side of Lincoln’s head, and he rocked against him, stealing Lincoln’s voice. He nipped at Lincoln’s bottom lip. “Tell me what I was doing in these fantasies,” Shayne ordered, obviously misunderstanding. Lincoln rolled, pinning Shayne beneath him.
“It’s what I’m doing to you I can’t shake,” Lincoln explained, pumping inside him.
Encircling Shayne’s cock, Lincoln squeezed him lightly before stroking.
“You see,” he said, dragging out the man’s torment.
“I’m really good with my hands. I can fix anything I touch.
” Swiping his thumb across Shayne’s slit, he accepted the man pre-cum as his reward.
The unfocused gaze fixed upon him said more than words and cheered louder than a roaring crowd.
“Better than that, I’m also amazing at bringing a person multiple orgasms. Do you think I can do it tonight?
” Shayne didn’t respond. Judging by his expression, Lincoln didn’t think he could speak.
“Let’s find out,” Lincoln taunted. Even to him, the promise of sexual satisfaction rang in every word.
Lincoln was everything Shayne had been seeking for his entire life.
Even when he didn’t know he was missing anything at all—he searched.
For years, he’d been slightly dissatisfied with his lot.
He’d always believed it was due to this lackluster career.
It kept him from reaching a place of contentment—until Lincoln.
They’d been meant to collide. Lincoln wrecked him and challenged him…
completed him. He’d been trying to show the man some respect by stopping things before they went too far.
Every night Shayne thought he’d suffer permanent damage when Lincoln brought him near to coming in his jeans with only a kiss.
Shayne had landed the job in Seattle. No worries, except for the one huge detail Shayne hadn’t been capable of overlooking.
He was in love with Lincoln. For as far back as he could recall, his life had been all about the ice.
Maybe he’d grown up when he hadn’t been looking or maybe he’d burned out a long time ago.
Either way, at some point he couldn’t define, Lincoln had taken control of his every thought.
He’d become larger than anything else in Shayne’s mind—taken over Shayne’s heart.
The minute he’d accepted his life wouldn’t be complete without the man in his arms, he’d turned his search in a new direction, scheming of ways to keep both the sport and the man.
When he’d shown up at the man’s door tonight, it had been with the best of news.
One look at Lincoln draped in nothing but a towel had sidetracked him, reminding Shayne there was nothing better than Lincoln in a towel…
except out of it, of course. Shayne had passed the point where he could continue denying himself.
Everything about Lincoln screamed capable.
Shayne didn’t doubt the multiple orgasms boast one whit.
Every time Shayne came close to soaring over the edge, Lincoln squeezed his cock, cutting off the sensation.
In those moments, Shayne hated Lincoln a little, but then he’d begin again and the pleasure was twice as intense as the last time. Shayne was losing himself.
Lincoln kept up the steady stream of torture until his own breathing deepened, showing how close he was to finding release.
Shayne wanted to make him come, hoping to end the torture.
But Shayne was completely helpless. Lincoln had all the power.
Shayne’s was zapped away by the man’s skill.
When a strangled cry left Lincoln’s throat, he finally allowed Shayne the relief he’d denied him up until now.
Lights exploded behind his eyes. Shayne may’ve lost consciousness for a second.
He couldn’t be sure in the aftermath of his orgasm.
It went on and on, seeming to have no end in sight.
Every time he thought it passed, another tiny aftershock would overcome him.
The air continued leaving his lungs on a shudder.
There were so many things he wanted to say and couldn’t.
One thing stood out above the rest. He was never giving up this man.
It was no accident they’d met. Not really.
Lincoln was the window that opened when all doors closed.
Lincoln’s lips touched his, lingering and sharing oxygen.
Shayne couldn’t close his eyes. Not against this.
Even the way Lincoln’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks fascinated Shayne.
Lincoln took Shayne’s bottom lip between his teeth one final time before pulling away.
When his eyes opened, revealing the gorgeous green irises that had captured Shayne from the very beginning, Lincoln appeared sad rather than satisfied. Shayne’s heart squeezed at the sight.
“It’ll kill me when you go away.”
In spite of the pain in Lincoln’s voice, a smile exploded across Shayne’s face.
Lincoln felt something for him too. Good.
He was stuck with Shayne. “I’m not going anywhere.
That’s what I came here to celebrate.” He took a deep breath before dropping the news.
“The Blue Fires have rehired me to be in charge of media relations. It’s an office job, but the pay is about the same and no more travel.
Looks like you’ll be seeing a lot of me.
That is if you want to.” Shayne held his breath, suddenly unsure of himself.
He’d thought he knew what Lincoln wanted, until the idea was out there, hanging in the universe and waiting to destroy him.
Lincoln’s blank expression made him uneasy.
For several long seconds, Lincoln eyed him before slowly nodding.
Somehow, his solemn solidarity gave Shayne more hope than the wildest of enthusiasm could have.
“You should eat something,” Lincoln said, confusing Shayne.
Finally, a blinding smile lit his face. “You’re going to need fortification.
I have two months’ worth of fantasies built up inside my head, and time on my hands. ”
If that was true, Shayne did indeed need to eat. Lincoln had capable hands.
The End.