Lincoln

Chapter 13

13

VIOLET

He doesn’t take it.

Instead, he steps toward me, moving inside my house, coaxing me to take a step backward, then with one foot, flamingo style, he slams the door behind him and the automatic catch locks us in.

He launches himself at me, crashing his lips against mine, while simultaneously lifting me into his arms. My phone slips out of my hand, falling to the floor. I don’t even care if it breaks.

“I’m too heavy.” My automatic default saying flies out of my mouth as I stop kissing him.

Cupping my ass with his hands, he narrows his eyes. “Lock your legs around me.”

I follow his instruction.

“Let’s make a new rule. No more negative self-talk,” he mumbles.

“Okay.” I’d agree to anything right now.

He slams me against the wall and all the air leaves my lungs. “You, Ms. West, are not heavy.” His deep voice sounds dangerous and drips with desire as he runs his nose along my jaw. Inhaling deeply, he breathes me in. “You are the perfect weight for me to do my bicep curls with. I’m going to work out as I lift you up and down my cock.”

“Two-for-one experience.”

“Exactly.” He thrusts against me, then assaults my mouth, touching, tasting, licking. This kiss is different from all the others tonight. It doesn’t end with dancing or tequila; it’s full of promises of what’s to come and a this is it attitude. It’s happening.

Lincoln keeps grinding himself against my perfectly aligned center, causing a small whimper to escape my lips.

His large, warm hand moves underneath the fabric of my shorts, his fingers exploring my bare backside before he takes a handful of my ass and squeezes hard.

Throughout the open expanse of the house, all I can hear is the smacking noise of our lips locking together and heavy breathing.

His fingers find my pussy and I throw my head back, gasping as he cups my now-swollen lower lips.

I let out a low, long groan as he plunges a finger into my pussy. “Fucking soaking, Petal,” he mumbles against my collarbone.

“Only for you.” I ride his finger, pushing myself up and down the wall, my entire body humming in response.

“Shit. I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

“I don’t.”

His forehead rests against mine. “I wasn’t doing this with you tonight.”

“I can be very persuasive.”

“Fully aware,” he grumbles.

We lock eyes. “I’m clean. I haven’t had sex for over a year and I’m on the contraceptive shot. Like clockwork,” I inform him .

“I’m clean. Have been for months. I got tested before I started traveling and I haven’t been with anyone. Are you sure you want to go bare with me?” His brows pinch together.

I nod slowly with a smirk; his megawatt smile dazzles back at me. “We’re doing this.”

“Fuck, I need to lay you down and get a proper look at your pretty pussy. Where are we going?” He nips at my skin with his wicked mouth.

“Elevator.”

He pulls back suddenly. “You have an elevator? You’re so fancy.”

“Shut up and start walking.”

He moves his towering body into my hall and stops dead in his tracks, suddenly distracted by something I can’t see behind me. He removes his finger from my wet center and I whimper at how empty I suddenly feel.

“There is a four-legged fluffy tampon standing in your hall. It’s staring at us,” he says through the side of his mouth. “And it’s wearing a black bow tie.”

“The bow tie makes him look very smart. He’s not a tampon.”

“Cotton candy?”

“Shut up and walk.”

“A cloud?”

“Oh my God, if you don’t start moving toward the elevator, I will have sex with you here in the hall while my dog watches.”

His eyes bug out.

“Thought as much. That way.” I hike a thumb over my shoulder. As we pass Pom-pom, Lincoln gives him a wide berth. “He won’t bite.”

“He might not like me touching his owner,” he whispers.

“He won’t care. But I care. So, for the love of all things holy, get in the damn elevator.” I lean back out of our hold slightly, bang the call button on the wall with the palm of my hand, and the doors open. “Pom-pom, go back to bed,” I command. “And you.” I place both my hands on either side of his handsome face. “Get in there and kiss me.”

He steps into the elevator, and I hit the number three on the panel, instructing it to take us to my bedroom on the top floor.

“So bossy.” He traces soft kisses down my neck.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I tilt my head to give him better access.

“My dick just grew even harder for you. I’m going to let you do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

“I can’t wait.” As soon as the doors ping open, it only takes him four long strides to reach my bed.

“On the edge of the mattress,” I order.

He turns around and lowers us and I let out an unexpected jumble of words when his thick clothed length brushes against my clit.

“Sorry, what was that?” He grins against my mouth.

“Felt so good,” I whisper.

Running his hands up my sides, he slowly peels my lilac top up over my head.

“These nipples are begging to be licked, Petal. Fucking gorgeous.” He tilts his head forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He flicks it with his tongue, bites it with the perfect amount of pressure, then lashes at it, teasing it.

I gasp, threading my fingers into his hair.

“I can’t get enough of these.” He squeezes my heavy breasts gently. “You have amazing tits. Do you remember the name of the club tonight?”

“Was it Agastopia?” What a time to ask a silly question.

“Do you know what that means?” He gives my nipple another flick with the tip of his tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure across my skin.

I shake my head. My mind has gone completely blank.

“It means admiration of a particular part of someone’s body. I’m obsessed with yours. Every single part of it.”

Oh God, who sent this man my way?

I push him away from me, urging him to lie back.

“What are you doing?” He reaches for me.

“Just lie back and enjoy.” I move down his body, and he watches in wonder when I begin to peel his clothing from his mouthwatering body.

His black shirt is the first to go. I unbutton it and he pulls it off his arms to help me.

My eyes can’t take themselves off his sun-kissed washboard abs. “Sweet Jesus.” My breath catches in my throat.

A deep groan leaves his chest as I kiss each divot, causing him to shiver at my touch and I move lower.

Slowly undoing the top two buttons of his jeans, my mouth salivates at the thought of what’s beneath.

I unpop the other buttons, sliding the thick designer fabric down his hips and dropping them to the floor.

His dark, heated gaze looks down at me, scorching my skin. “Commando,” I mumble, mesmerized by his huge, thick length. Will it fit? It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in the flesh.

An amused smile dances across his lips. “I’ve been commando all night.”

“You wax?” I raise my brows in amusement at his smooth skin.

“Back, sack, and crack. It’s the only way.” He winks, making him look devilishly handsome.

I move to kneel between his legs and I watch with fascination as he fists himself like he’s too impatient to wait .

“Your turn.” He juts his chin. “I’m going to enjoy watching you while you take off those wet shorties.”

With one arm behind his head, Lincoln continues to pump himself slowly. His eyes darken and his breathing becomes heavier with every long stroke, pre-cum glistening across his thick crown. “Show me that pretty pussy.”

I stand on the mattress, being careful not to fall, and wiggle my shorts down my hips.

“Fuck,” he hisses, looking up at me as he jerks himself harder.

“Ready for your private tour of Hollywood, Lincoln?” I skim both my hands over my heated skin, to my lower lips, then I ease them apart.

“So pretty,” he mutters breathlessly.

My pussy pulses with anticipation. I touch my clit and a burst of energy surges through my body.

“Holy fucking shit. I’m not going to last. It’s been months for me, and you are so sexy. I need you, Violet.” He reaches for me.

And I kneel between his legs again. “Not yet. Patience, Lincoln.”

He groans in frustration and goes back to pumping his cock.

I kiss his lean, sculpted body. First his stomach, then I lick his abs. He removes his hand from around his cock and weaves his fingers into my hair.

Skimming my hand lower, I wrap my hand around his cock and finally lick him from root to tip in one sweeping motion, then pull him into my mouth, making him jerk.

“Oh, dear fuck,” he cries, grabbing my face with both hands.

He thrusts, but I know he’s holding back. “So good, baby, so, so good.”

Massaging his balls, gently at first, I then give them a squeeze before moving my hand toward his taint and massage it in circles, licking and sucking his cock much harder now.

“Oh shit,” he gasps.

His saltiness floods my tongue.

His thumb caresses my cheek repeatedly, feeling like such a tender sentiment during our untamed moment.

Running my tongue around his crown, I use the opportunity to suck one of my fingers into my mouth to make it wet, then suck his hard length back into my mouth.

Edging my finger back across his taint, I move further back, this time to find his puckered ring and I circle it.

He shoots upright, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “Wh-what are you doing?” His eyes grow wide.

I don’t move my finger.

“Do you trust me?”

He looks at me suspiciously and takes at least ten seconds to answer. “Fuck it.” He lets go of my face and I push him back in my mouth before he can change his mind, inserting my wet finger into his tightness. “What the fuuuucccck?” He clenches the bedsheets.

I push my finger in another inch, curving it toward his stomach to I find what I’m after and give it a press, making him groan. I press again, and he finally starts to relax.

“I’ve never had anyone do this to me before. Jesus Christ, what are you doing to me? Why does that feel so good?”

Between his P-spot massage, me sucking, and him gently thrusting himself into my mouth, his moans grow louder.

I stop sucking his cock and kiss his glistening crown. “You’re holding back, Lincoln. Let go and come for me,” I urge him in a low, gentle tone.

“I don’t want to hurt you. ”

“I can take it. Now fuck my mouth,” I demand then seal my lips around his cock and I swallow him down.

He gasps. “The word fuck from your pretty lips is so hot.”

Curling my finger again, I rub his sweet spot with my fingertip. He lets out a long, guttural groan and really begins to thrust himself into my mouth, making my eyes water.

I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat, picking up the pace, letting him fuck my mouth much faster now. I gaze up just as he’s throwing his head back and he loses all control, aggressively digging his fingertips into the sides of my face to get himself off.

“Aw, shit. I’m coming.” He thrusts himself deep into my throat, then roars as he comes. Thick cords of cum fill my mouth and I swallow him down.

Covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, his stuttered pants and hip jerks are such a turn-on and have me dry humping the bed with need, my juices wetting my thighs. Every nerve ending throbbing with deep longing for him to be inside of me. I need to come.

I let him lie there, allowing him to catch his breath and ease my finger out of his tight hole, then kiss the end of his cock, making him flinch. He moans before running his hands down his face. “What the fuck just happened?” He looks at me through his spaced fingers, seeming almost embarrassed. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry if I went too deep. I didn’t mean to be that aggressive.”

I drop a gentle kiss on his stomach. “I wouldn’t have told you to fuck my mouth if I didn’t want you to.” I move off the bed. “Two seconds while I clean up.”

I catch him digging the palms of his hands into his eyes, as he mumbles, “Fucking hell.”

Entering the bedroom again, I see that Lincoln hasn’t moved .

I crawl up over his gorgeous body.

“You like?”

I don’t expect him to grab my waist and flip me over in his muscular arms.

“You, Ms. West, are in a heap of trouble.” He nibbles the skin on my neck. “I have to teach you a lesson for surprising me the way you just did.”

“Oh, yeah?” I slide my hands up his strong back; he’s as wide as a football field.

“You, sweet Petal, are not so sweet, but a whole heap of spicy, and I just might fucking like it.”

“Thought you might,” I counter.

His gaze meets mine. “I’ve never done that before.”

“You don’t say.” I thumb his cheek.

“What are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me. I think.”

“I need to taste you. I’m gonna lick you up so fucking good, Petal.”

He moves down my body, placing a path of kisses as he heads south, nipping, licking, and biting as he moves. Where he is hard, I am soft, and where he’s all bronzed, I am much less sun-kissed than him.

Close to my pussy, he makes himself comfortable between my legs. “Spread your lips for me,” he instructs, which I do.

Closing in, he gives me one last look and says, “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”

Oh, dear Lord.

“You are beautiful everywhere. Inside.” He pushes his rigid tongue into my soaking core, making the whole room spin.

“And out.” I watch intently when he circles my clit, causing my hips to buck off the bed. Steadying me with his hands, he flicks it then sucks it into his mouth and I almost come there and then. “Spread them wider for me.”

I spread myself further, and I lose myself in his touch.

Before I know what is happening, his entire mouth devours me. His plump lips and tongue brush against my fingers, increasing the intensity.

I gasp when he inserts his finger, then another.

“Let me take it from here. Remove your fingers.” Placing his other hand over the top of my hips and stomach to stop me bucking, his fingers never stop moving in and out of my body as he fills me deliciously with his expert digits.

This is exactly how I imagine sex should be. It’s taken all these years to finally find someone who knows what he’s doing.

“Oh, Linc, I’m going to come.” It’s embarrassing how quickly.

“Fuck my fingers and come on my tongue,” he commands.

I arch into him to find my sweet release and he pushes them deep inside of me and I come.

Harder than I ever have before.

It’s the ultimate joy as my body shatters into a million pieces and happiness dances across my skin. “Lincoln,” I cry, my toes curling into the sheets.

Completely uninhibited, I let go of everything I’ve been holding on to because he’s unclipped my wings today and I’m flying.

Grabbing on to his hair, my frantic hands pull him tighter onto my pussy, making his deep baritone moans join my high soprano ones. He continues to work my clit and wet center as wave upon wave of divine pleasure rolls through my body.

Behind my clenched eyes, white and gold paparazzi flashlights dazzle my senses.

I’m breathless as I begin my descent. Lincoln gently kisses my still-sensitive clit, making me squirm, and I clamp his head between my thighs, which makes him laugh and his hot breath floods my swollen pussy.

I move my hips against his mouth. I’m so turned on, I need to come again.

Taking it as his invitation, it all happens so fast. He moves up the bed, sucks my nipple into his mouth, cups my ass cheek in his hand, locks my leg around his waist, and pushes his cock into me. Deep. Making my eyes roll into the back of my head as I cry out at his welcome invasion.

“Aw fuck, yeah,” he groans.

Holding himself for a moment, he allows me to adjust to his size.

And hallelujah, he’s got stamina.

“I’ve never been skin on skin with anyone before. You feel amazing. You are soaked, and so fucking tight.” The veins in his neck are thick with tension, as if he’s struggling with the pleasure overtaking his body.

We both let out a giant moan as sparks fly between us.

“You’re hard again? How is that possible?” I ask, with a mix of astonishment and excitement.

“Been hard for you since you flashed me…” He pulls his cock out slowly, then punctuates his last three words with deep thrusts, making my jaw hang open. “In… the… office…”

The fire between us licks flames across our self-control and I claw onto him. “Fuck me harder,” I beg. “Fill me up.”

He fucks me so hard that it makes my heavy breasts bounce with every pump of his hips, driving me up the bed and I have to grab on to the white wrought-iron frame to push myself back onto him.

Needing more, my hips rise, giving him as much as he gives me.

“Fuck, Violet. You’re unbelievable. ”

He pulls himself out of me unexpectedly, leaving me feeling empty, my walls twitching as I’m teetering on the edge of my orgasm.

“Turn around. On your knees.” His gruff voice sounds desperate. “I’m giving you what you want.”

I flip onto my stomach and he pulls my hips in the air before he smacks my ass cheek, making me yelp. It leaves a pleasurable sting, causing a wave of goosebumps to rise across my skin.

He pushes his cock back inside me and I hiss at the roughness of it all, loving every minute of the stretch I feel.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Violet?” He spanks me hard a few more times in the same spot, and it sends a rush of arousal into my core, coating his cock in my excitement. I’m incoherent with want; I can’t form words and don’t answer him. “Oh, you’re fucking soaked, which tells me you really do like that, huh?” He gives me one final sharp spank, making me arch my back, and I fully give myself to him, pushing my shoulders down into the mattress.

“Fucking stunning,” he mumbles to himself, fucking me hard and digging his fingertips into my hips, which I know will leave bruises.

Over and over again, he goes fast, then slow, edging me until I’m almost crying and begging for him to let me come.

“I need to see you,” I pant, desperate to be closer to him.

I whimper when he slides himself out of me, turns me back over faster than the crack of a whip and slides back in, deliciously filling me with his cock.

“You, Violet West, are very demanding. Now wrap your legs around me,” Lincoln commands me and I lock my legs around his hips and he fucks me relentlessly. “I love how well you take my cock.”

Every nerve ending switches on and the glimmer of my orgasm morphs into a new form, building quickly. I look into his eyes, and through his clenched jaw he growls, “Let go and come for me. Now.”

The fire burns hotter in my core and I know this is it. This is when he’s going to give me everything he’s got, everything I need.

I pull him down to me, and crash his lips to mine. Tongues dancing, teeth clashing, our slick bodies melt into one another, all the while he fucks me, his balls slap against my ass and with another thrust, warmth bursts in my core, shooting through my body as my orgasm explodes.

A fusion of multicolored stars appears behind my eyes and for a moment, I see everything as clear as day. A vivid moment of pure clarity, realizing how destined I am to find this incredible man.

My pussy clenches, my inner walls milking him as I cry, begging him to fuck me through my orgasm.

“Oh baby, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen,” he roars.

Locking my legs tighter around him, I dig my nails into the hard flesh of his ass, urging him to come too.

Lincoln leans back slightly, and he looks at me as if he’s looking deep into my soul.

“Come, Lincoln.” I tilt my hips, panting.

His rough breathing builds as he continues to undulate his hips in hard thrusts into me. With one final loud grunt, he comes, filling me with his release.

“Violet, ah, fuck.” He throws his head back, breaking our eye contact.

Deep satisfaction runs through me as my name drips off his tongue and my heart flutters at the enormity of what we just did and how it makes me feel.

Like he’s the one .

A cocktail of sweet and sad emotions makes my stomach feel slightly queasy, and I don’t like it.

Six weeks. Oh no.

I can’t take my eyes off this incredible man above me. The one whose jaw hangs slack, his glistening chest moving with harsh breaths; the one who just called out my name like we’ve been doing this for years.

His thick length pulses inside of me as he descends from his high. Our heavy breathing is the only sound in the room.

I push my feelings way down. After all, I was the one who said it could just be fun.

So why does it not feel like that suddenly?

Lincoln’s head falls forward. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me for what feels like forever.

“You feel like the part of me that’s been missing.” I’m not sure he meant to say that out loud and it makes my heart flutter in my chest.

It’s then I realize, deep down within him, the little abandoned boy still lives there. My real-life lost boy. I want to spend every hour with him to keep him safe and heal those broken parts.

I keep my legs locked around his hips while he kisses my face, my cheeks, my temples and, in his strong arms, I feel so adored and completely treasured. I’ve never had anyone pay me such special attention after sex before.

When he slides himself out of me, I whimper at the loss, leaving me feeling empty.

He’s so quiet when he talks, barely a whisper. “Let’s have a shower, then I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come with my mouth and my cock. I want to lick every part of you, my sweet Petal.”

My sweet Petal .

My heart just gave out.

“I’ve been desperate to go home to Scotland. Now I don’t want to leave,” he mumbles as he nuzzles into my neck.

“Fate is messing with us.”

“I hate fate. It’s not my friend.” He moves onto the mattress and lies on his side before urging me to face him. Moving closer, wrapping his arms around me, he engulfs me with his addictive scent.

“It’s not mine either.”

Six weeks.