Chapter 52 Lincoln
LINCOLN
My heart thumps against my ribs as I picture Parker lying on that very bed, wearing my T-shirt with that purple vibrator pressed against her clit.
Fuck.
When she abruptly ended our kiss, I thought it was over.
I expected her to send me back to my room with my tail between my legs and regret bubbling over. I never thought this was what I was going to experience next.
I keep my eyes on her as my mind spins out of control and my cock threatens to break through the fabric containing it.
Shyly, she bites down on her bottom lip before she shakes her head.
Fuck. Me. Gently.
“Get on the bed.” My voice is rough, and my demand is intense in a way I hope it can’t be ignored.
“L-Linc, we can’t—”
“I said, Get. On. The. Bed, Parker.”
She hesitates, but this time she doesn’t argue and instead scrambles to the middle of the mattress.
“We can’t do this,” she whispers. There isn’t much conviction in her tone. She’s trying to do the right thing. Her head is screaming at her to keep her walls up, to keep that final bit of distance between us. But her body…
How the fuck I didn’t see it when she first opened the door, I don’t know.
Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are blazing, and her golden eyes are almost brown, they’re so dark.
I’m hit with a bolt of lust so powerful, I don’t know how I remain standing here.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much in my life.
“I’m not going to touch you,” I tell her.
It’s going to fucking kill me, but I’m not.
“Then what—”
“But I’m going to get you off. I need to, Parker.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything as she squirms.
“Are you wet for me, babe?” I ask, imagining her already soaking the sheets beneath her.
She bites down teasingly on that bottom lip again.
Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to make it mine.
It takes her a second, but eventually she gives me an almost imperceptible nod.
Christ. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Lie back on the pillows,” I order.
With my eyes locked on her, I stand unmoving at the end of the bed.
She does as she’s told, and in seconds, she’s laid out before me, wearing nothing but my T-shirt.
The sight does fucking good things to me.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” I ask absently.
“Linc,” she whimpers, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and begging for attention through the fabric of my shirt.
What I wouldn’t give to rip that shirt from her and suck them into my mouth.
One step at a time, Storm.
Taking a step closer, I reach for one of the two items she left on her bed.
Hooking my fingers into the lace, I lift her panties in front of me.
They’re white and way too innocent for all the images I have playing out in my mind that involve this woman.
She watches me, her lips parted as she waits to see what I’m going to do next.
Lifting them higher, I bunch them in my palm in front of my face before inhaling.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
“Yeah,” I agree as I stuff them into my pocket.
Mine.
Her eyes follow my movement, and the second she sees the size of the tent in my sweats, she gasps.
A cocky smirk kicks up the corner of my mouth.
I don’t know why she’s surprised. She knows exactly what I'm packing down there.
It’s not like this is our first rodeo.
Although things are very, very different right now.
While she might be unsure of the situation, confidence rolls off her in waves.
She knows what she’s doing now, and she knows the power she has over me and every other man walking the planet.
The idea of her learning all of this with other men threatens to put a damper on things, but I force the thought away.
Right now, she isn’t with other men.
She isn’t wet and desperate for them.
It’s for me. Only me.
“Spread your legs. Show me what you’re hiding, pretty girl.”
Slowly, she pulls her feet up. She’s teasing me, making me wait, and it’s fucking working.
My boxers are already soaked with precum. Before long, it’s going to start showing on my sweats, giving away just how on the edge I am already.
“Parker,” I warn when she keeps her knees pinned together.
“What’s the magic word?” she taunts.
“Parker, will you please show me your pretty pussy…please.”
Fuck if the accomplished smirk doesn’t make her even more irresistible.
I step closer, the magnetic pull I feel toward her at an all-time high.
Honestly, I’d give my left testicle right now to be able to touch her, taste her, make her mine.
But all those thoughts fall from my head when she finally does as she’s told and spreads her thighs for me.
My eyes drop to her, and my mouth waters.
“Fuck, you’re even more perfect than I remember,” I breathe.
“Linc.” I don’t know if it’s meant to come out as a warning, but all I hear is her begging for me.
It’s everything I’ve wanted to hear for six long years.
“I’ve got you, babe. I’ve always got you.”
Reaching out, I snag her abandoned vibrator and hold it up, inspecting it.
“I’ve listened to you, you know.” I don’t know where the confession comes from, but before I know it, it’s out in the open.
Parker’s eyes widen.
“The first time I heard you moan, I thought something was wrong, so I moved closer to your room to check. Then I discovered the truth.”
“Oh my god, Lincoln,” she cries, covering her face with her hands.
Too late to be embarrassed now, babe.
“Look at me,” I command, and her hands fall away in a heartbeat.
“Do you know how fucking hot it is, standing on the other side of the door, listening? Do you know how fucking hard I get, hearing you enjoy yourself? Do you know how fucking hard I come after I’ve heard you get off?
” Her thighs shift as if she’s going to pull them back together. “Don’t you dare move,” I warn.
Her response is a roll of her hips.
“You’re killing me in the best way here, pretty girl.”
Her eyes shutter at my new nickname for her.
Well, it’s not new. I’ve been thinking it for years, and I’ve only allowed myself to use it on one occasion.
Clearly, she remembers that occasion just as clearly as I do.
“Does hearing that I get off listening to you make you hot?”
“Yes,” she answers honestly.
I reward her by pressing the button on the end of her vibrator, letting it come to life.
“Is this the one you use when I’ve been listening?”
She nods, her eyes locked on the toy as if she can summon it closer with a hungry look alone.
“You have no idea how fucking jealous of this thing I am.”
Lifting it to my lips, I stick my tongue out and swirl it around the tip, letting her taste flood my mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Linc,” she moans.
“You’re so fucking sweet, babe.”
I push almost the entire thing into my mouth and suck her from it, releasing it with a pop.
“You just…”
“I promised I wouldn’t touch you,” I remind her. “I never said I wouldn’t taste you.”
She rolls her hips again, and this time, her glistening, needy pussy lures me in.
I crawl on the end of her bed, between her spread thighs, and get comfortable. I don’t have any intention of moving anytime soon.
Her breath catches as I press the vibrator to the inside of her knee and begin dragging it slowly down her thigh.
It’s exactly what I’d do with my lips, if given the chance.
“Oh god. Please, Linc.”
“Fucking love it when you beg me, pretty girl.”
“Lincoln, I need it. Please. Please.”
I close my eyes, absorbing those words.
If only she said you. I need you.
It’s coming.
One day.
Just be patient.
“Yes,” she cries the second I touch the point of the vibrator against her clit.
Her hands fist the sheets beneath her, and her hips jump from the bed.
“Feel good?”
“Yes. More. Please.”
She squirms, her breathing fast and labored as I alternate between teasing her clit and pushing the vibrator inside her. It’s the wrong shape to hit the spot that will really make her fly. But I’m not sad about that. I don’t want a toy to give her that high. I want to do that myself.
It doesn’t take long for her legs to start trembling.
“Look at you,” I muse. “Wearing my shirt, dripping wet, and begging for me to get you off. It’s the thing my wildest fantasies are made of.”
I have no idea if she’s hearing anything I say at this point. But honestly, I don’t care. I’ll tell her every single one of my secrets if it’ll ensure I get to do this again.
I think about all the nights we have on the road in the next few months.
Maybe this could become a thing.
But then, what about at home?
How can I go from having this in other cities but not in my own home? In my own bed?
So far, I’ve only ever crawled into hers. But really, deep down, I want her in mine.
“Fuck. I’m right there. Yes. Yes. Linc. I’m gonna cooooooooome,” she cries as her body shatters into pleasure.
Her grip on the sheets tightens, her mouth forms a perfect O, and her body convulses as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
It. Is. Fucking. Beautiful.
It goes on and on, and I watch every second of it, committing it to memory.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as she comes down from her high, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. “That was—”
“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, sitting a little higher and sinking my hand inside my boxers, squeezing my aching length.
My teeth clench as lust shoots up my spine.
Parker stares at me, waiting.
I really need to fucking come. But I’m aware that I’ve possibly already pushed her too far.
Closing my eyes, I take a moment to think rationally.
I shuffle back. “I’m just gonna use the—”
“Stay,” she instructs, suddenly turning the tables on me. “I want to watch.”
“You…you want to watch me get myself off?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip again before she nods.
“Do you think you’ll be able to get off again while you watch me?”
Another nod.
Fuck me sideways.
“I’m not gonna last long. I’m probably gonna embarrass myself.”
“I won’t either.”
I smirk. “Already getting revved up again thinking about me jerking off over you, pretty girl?”
Her cheeks get redder.
“I’ve never been able to say no to you.”
With my free hand, I pass her the vibrator I dropped on the mattress before I shove my sweats over my ass, freeing my cock.
Her eyes drop to it immediately as I wipe my thumb across the tip, collecting the precum to use as lube.
“Christ,” I groan as I stroke myself. I’m already embarrassingly close, and it only gets worse when the buzzing of her toy fills the room again.
She presses it against herself and shudders.
“Sensitive?”
“Yeah,” she agrees.
“Show me, babe. Show me how you get yourself off while I’m standing on the other side of the door, listening.”