6. Lincoln
Lincoln
I paced this damn floor all night long.
My blood rushed through my body and I felt like I was gonna come out of my skin.
I must have walked to the front door a hundred times, wanting, no needing, to go over to Jasmin’s side of this fucking duplex.
Knowing that only a wall separated us had me so on edge no amount of pushups or sit ups could burn the adrenaline pushing through my body.
From that first sexy moan I heard on the porch, I was a goner.
My dick was so hard I am surprised I didn’t have permanent damage.
Who the hell was I kidding? My dick had been half hard from the moment I saw her again in the conference room.
Last night when she stood in front of me with her gun drawn, only wearing that thin tank top, nipples on full display, and those skimpy little boxer shorts. Fuck! That woman was my every fantasy.
It was that first moan that I could not get out of my mind.
The fierce look on her face when I told her she was running away from me, the warrior in her would not let her cower.
It is that warrior that I wanted to tame.
I wanted to bend her to my will and see just how far I could push her boundaries.
I knew she did not give her power over easily, that I would have to work to have her yield to me.
And she would. That is the true power exchange; a strong woman willingly giving herself over.
The total power exchange that I longed for.
When she brushed her tight nipples against my chest, pure lust shot through every nerve ending.
I had to touch her, there simply was no other option, her skin was covered in goose bumps just from me whispering in her ear, and her silky flesh called to me like a seductress.
I could smell her sweet sex; I had to have just a little taste.
It was euphoric when I touched the soft skin of her thigh and felt just how wet she was.
Her taste exploded on my tongue when I sucked her wetness off my finger.
When I made my way into my side of the duplex, I went straight for a cold shower.
My dick was begging for the attention. Attention that I knew Jasmin was not ready for.
As soon as I finally got my dick to cooperate and go down, that’s when I heard Jasmin’s sweet moan from the other side of the wall.
The shampoo bottle slipped out of my hands and hit the floor.
Once again, my dick was like granite thinking of Jasmin’s small little fingers sliding into her tight pussy.
I ached to fill her up and tie her down, tie her to me so tightly she could never break free.
I did something I had not done since I was a horny teenager and stroked my dick.
Thinking about Jasmin pleasuring herself, I could picture her beautiful body laying across her bed, her nipples erect, begging for attention.
Knowing she was only inches from me had me placing my head against the shower wall, trying to get closer to her.
All it took was hearing her call out my name when she orgasmed and white hot pleasure shot out of my dick all over the tile wall and I let out my own cry.
After the shower jerk off session, I could not get my mind to shut off.
Visions of Jasmin plagued my mind. No other woman has ever gotten under my skin the way she has.
I am a one-night type of guy. My life does not allow for more than that, and honestly some Frog Hog bar slag never interested me past being a warm body for the night.
Jasmin Smith was my game changer, now all I had to do was tame a prickly five foot nothing warrior princess. Easier said than done.
I could not have timed this shit better if I had tried. God was looking down on me, blessing me with good luck today.
“Morning,” I called out to Jasmin as she stepped out of her house.
“Morning.” She turned her red face away from me quickly and bee lined it toward the bikes.
Holy shit, this was just too good to pass up, tough as nails Jasmin Smith red faced and shy. Damn, she was turning me on with this innocent schoolgirl act. Well, it was either that or the tight black leather pants she had on. Either, or my dick was stirring once again.
“What’s the hurry, sweet Jasmin?”
“I don’t like to be late. Z will have your ass if you’re not in that conference room by zero nine fifty. Anything less than ten minutes early is late to him.”
I called bullshit on her late excuse but I’d let it slide.
“So…did you sleep well?” I just couldn’t stop myself. There was something sexy about a flustered Jasmin .
Before she could reply, she dropped her helmet on the ground with a loud crack.
“Fuck!” she yelled and bent over to pick up her helmet.
God Damn, if I thought her ass looked good in those jeans she had on last night, they got nothin’ on black leather. I should make a shrine in honor of her ass; my hand was twitching to smack those juicy cheeks before I slid into her from behind.
Before I could lift my eyes off her gorgeous ass, she looked over her shoulder at me. I did not give two shits that she caught me staring at her.
“You know I have a face, right?” she snapped at me.
“Oh, yeah, darlin’, I did not miss that pretty pink color you were sportin’ when you hightailed it off this porch to rush to your bike.”
“Holy shit, you’re annoying. I did not ‘hightail it’ anywhere. You certainly have an active imagination.”
“I just call it like I see it. You never answered me, did you sleep well?”
As if on cue, there was the pretty blush across her cheeks.
“Fuck off, Lincoln!” she yelled over her shoulder as she threw her leg over her bike and started her up.
Before I could even start my Lightning LS-218, she shot out of the driveway. I could no longer hear her bike as I revved mine and took off. I caught up with her once we hit the highway. This bitch was crazy, weaving in and out of traffic, hitting speeds of 100 mph in morning traffic.
I pulled up beside her once we hit the Severn River Bridge.
It was a beautiful morning; the sailboats were all out in the bay enjoying the early summer weather.
Jasmin glanced over at me and lifted her left hand off the bars, shot one finger in the air, circled it, and pointed forward.
This chick wanted to race me? Damn, this woman was crazy as shit.
I nodded my head, up shifted, and hit the throttle.
My bike quickly accelerated to 150 mph in three seconds flat.
Damn, I loved this bike. She was worth every last penny.
Jasmin caught up to me a few seconds later.
Her bike was nowhere near as fast as mine, but I’d let her play.
There was traffic coming up in front of us, and we split off.
She swerved right to pass two cars and I took the left lane, dodging in between the other motorists.
We were almost on the other side of the bridge.
Traffic cleared and she gunned it. I let her pull ahead of me; I knew she was getting ready to top her speed out nearing 160 mph.
I still had plenty of horsepower to blow through before I was anywhere near done.
I shifted into sixth gear and hit the throttle; I blew by her like she was standing still.
Coming off the bridge I down shifted, slowing my bike.
Jasmin flipped me the finger as she pulled next to me.
We slowed our speed as we made our way through the historic downtown Annapolis area, passing the capitol building, pulling into the parking area of Z Corps.
Pulling into the parking spaces designated for employees, I turned my bike off and threw the kickstand.
Damn, I missed riding my baby while I was gone.
Jasmin parked as far away from me as she could, dismounting her bike, and pulling her helmet off.
She shook out all that long silky hair, using her fingers to try and comb out the knots.
Fuck me. I could not help imagining what she looked like on her hands and knees with my hands fisting all that hair as I fucked into her from behind. This chick was a walking wet dream.
“You always drive like a fucking maniac?” I yelled over to her.
“Only when an asshole is chasing me.”
I stepped in front of her, blocking her path as she tried to exit the parking structure. Standing this close to her, I could smell the familiar scent of sweet night Jasmin on her skin. One more step and we would be touching. One more step and that sweet ass body would be pressed against mine.
“Believe me, sweet Jasmin, when the time is right, I won’t be chasing. I’ll be taking,” I whispered .
“That will never happen,” she responded, but made no effort to move away from me.
“Oh, it’s gonna fuckin’ happen. I will have you.
” I closed the small distance between us, making sure she could feel my days’ worth of stubble on her soft cheek as I inched closer to her ear.
“I will take, and touch, and lick every single inch of your tight little body. Your little pussy will ache so badly you’ll beg me to fuck you.
” I pushed my hard dick on her lower stomach so she could feel just how serious I was.
That soft little moan that slipped past her lips told me she was on board with my idea even if she was going to fight it. Yeah, I was looking forward to that fight.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that?”
“Sweet Jasmin, I don’t have to think. I know I am the man that is going to tie you down, fuck you, and push you to your limits.
I am the man that is going to snap the tight control you are desperate to keep.
I am the man that is going to break you and bend you.
You can try and fight me; I am counting on it, actually.
Nothing will change in the end, you will be mine, but it will make the journey all the more fun. ”
I stepped away, adjusting my now hard dick in my pants. Her eyes followed and grew big when she saw just how thick I was through my pants.
“You can’t talk to me like that. No one has ever talked to me like that!”
I wasn’t sure if her face was red because she was turned on or pissed the hell off; probably a little of both.
“That’s because you have never had a real man, Jasmin. I am not a little boy who is going to ask. I will take, but more than that, you will desperately want to give it to me.”
With that, I walked away, not giving her a chance to pull away from me. I made my way into Z Corps’ public reception area. A cute blonde was behind the desk, giving me the same ‘fuck me’ smile I have seen thousands of times.
“Good Morning, Lincoln,” she chirped out.
With a nod of my head, I walked past her; I didn’t want to encourage this woman.
A simple ‘good morning’ will turn into a conversation that then turns into encouragement.
I was not interested. Women like this blonde were a dime a dozen.
I was sure she had offered up her services to every man employed by Z Corps.
As soon as I reached my new office, I heard my name being called.
“What’s up, Drew?” I asked when he stepped in my office.
“After the meeting, I’ll brief you on my cases. I have closed all but two, a congressman’s wife is stepping out on him, and the other is a grown daughter of an aide in the White House who has not checked in and her mother is starting to get worried,” he replied.
“Yeah, I am free the rest of the day. You find anything interesting on the aide’s daughter?” I sat down in my chair to grab a notepad.
“Nothing yet, she is twenty-five, attending Georgetown law. From what I have found, she’s quite the party girl. The case just dropped on my desk two days ago. Z took it as a favor to the president. The girl’s mother has been working for the First Lady for six years now; she is very fond of her.”
“Boyfriend?” I asked.
“Many.” Drew shook his head.
Before we could finish our conversation, Eric knocked on the doorframe and came to a stop in the doorway.
“We good?” Eric asked.
“You ready to talk this shit through?” I asked. I was not ready to let his shit slide just yet .
“Yup,” Eric said, but his body language said he was anything but ready.
“Right.” I stood up ready to head into the meeting.
“You know she is going to be pissed, right?” Eric asked.
“I’ll handle her,” I assured him.
“Handle her? I am not sure a man alive is equipped to handle her.” Eric chuckled.
“You’ve never seen my equipment.” I was trying to make light of the situation, but my gut knew I was going to have the fight of my life ahead of me.
It would be a miracle if I walked away with both balls intact after today’s meeting. My warrior princess was a wild cat when she was pissed.