26. Calista #2
Pride swelled within my stomach. I loved being the only person to make him feel like this.
My fingers closed around the base of his erection, pumping along his shaft.
His thigh muscles clenched on either side of me as I worked him.
Not wanting him to find release yet, I brought my lips off his member.
The pink tip glistened under the moonlight.
If the pulsating under my palm was anything to go by, he was ready.
I reached over toward the nightstand for the condom, but Lincoln intercepted. His fingers intertwined with mine.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
I tilted my head at him. “Don’t you want me to continue?”
He shook his head with a mischievous smirk. “It’s your turn.”
The comment hadn’t even registered when he yanked me down beside him and rolled onto his knees, landing between my legs.
“Lincoln, you don’t have t?—”
“I want to,” he stated as he stared down at me, my hair splayed across his pillow.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I gave him a nod of approval.
Lincoln’s fingers flicked over the button of my jeans, making light work of the zipper. His hands paused at the waistband, and I lifted my hips in response. Within seconds, my jeans were on the floor with his discarded clothing.
Lincoln settled himself between my legs, his mouth inches from my opening. His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin and added to my dampness. When his tongue danced along the most sensitive part of me, I almost cried out. It sent a shockwave through me, causing my toes to curl.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Right there.”
Lincoln followed the direction, lapping and swirling on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Occasionally, he would venture down, teasing my center with whispers of what was to come. Both hands tightened into fists in his hair as the pleasure began to build.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, greedy for release.
My back ached as I tried to contain it and keep it building for just a little longer. But the hasty flicks of his tongue were too much for me to handle. I came undone, moaning as my body convulsed from the pleasure.
I heaved out a satisfied sigh. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you had done that before.”
Lincoln’s tongue brushed across his lower lip. “What can I say? I’m a quick learner.”
“Let’s see if that’s true. Lay down.”
Lincoln did as he was told, lying down on the empty part of the bed next to me. Rolling onto my side, I plucked the condom off his nightstand and settled between his legs. If possible, his erection was even harder than before. I needed him to fill me.
The condom wrapper tore open with ease. Grabbing the latex ring, I pinched the tip before placing it on the top of his cock. With one slow movement, I rolled the condom down the length of his girthy shaft until it reached the base.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.”
I couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh. “That’s just the hormones talking.”
“I can promise you,” Lincoln said, dark eyes burrowing into mine. “Whether you are naked in my bed or hanging out with sweats on at the gym, I still think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. Sure, I had received compliments in the past from men. But something about it coming from Lincoln made my insides turn into goo.
Lincoln positioned himself at my center. His erection was warm and slick against the moisture between my thighs. My body shivered with anticipation. He maneuvered himself, massaging my opening. I don’t think my body had ever been more ready for a man.
He pressed into me. His firm, thick member stretched my walls, causing a familiar pressure that had me balling his sheets into my fists.
He groaned. “Is that okay?”
“It’s perfect.”
Lincoln didn’t need any more reassurance.
He brought his hips back only to bring them forward, creating a steady and slow pace.
As the pleasure between us rose, Lincoln’s thrusts accelerated.
His skin slapped against the tender flesh between my thighs.
I couldn’t contain the sounds that escaped my lips—which only seemed to spur him on even more.
He placed his thumb on my core, and I was a goner.
For the second time that night, my body vibrated with pleasure, my center constricting around Lincoln’s arousal.
“Oh fuck,” Lincoln grunted.
I was still riding my high when he came undone. His fingertips dug into my hips, leaving the promise of a bruise in their wake. Everything stilled as Lincoln emptied himself into the condom. When he was finished, he collapsed right next to me.
Exhaustion radiated throughout my body. If I wanted to get back to the dorms in one piece, I knew I had to leave now. I drew in another long breath. Lincoln’s scent of cedarwood lingered in his sheets.
I let out a sigh, propping myself up on my forearm. “It’s late. I should get going.”
“Stay,” Lincoln said, his fingers enclosing around my wrist. He sounded as tired as I was.
My better judgment was telling me to go.
The last thing we needed was for Lincoln’s mom to come home and find me naked in his bedroom.
I also didn’t want to deal with one of Ella’s interrogations first thing tomorrow morning.
But for a moment—one single moment—I wanted to pretend none of those issues existed.
Spending the night with Lincoln, curled up against him and sharing a bed, was a tempting opportunity.
I gave in, settling next to him and allowing him to cradle me against his side.
“Okay,” I hummed, my eyes fluttering shut. “But just for five minutes.”