42. Lincoln
42
Lincoln
I didn’t pay attention to a single scene of that god-awful movie. How could I when Seraphina’s body is pressed against mine like a stamp, and I’m unable to do anything other than hold her? Which, in and of itself, is a damn delight, but after knowing how she feels when she’s squirming for me, it’s hard to keep things innocent.
Especially when she gave me a fucking heart attack with that little stunt of turning off her phone because her friend was annoyed by Bianca and Seraphina’s usage.
Of all the dumb shit I’ve heard and done, that may be amongst the highest-rated given the fact not one but two assholes from Seraphina’s past have reemerged, and the last thing she should be is unreachable.
Or unable to call for someone.
Even now, with her sleeping body resting like a dead weight against me, I can’t help but shudder at the “what if” scenarios that ran through my head three hours ago.
All around us, heavy lids droop and scowls remain as Olivia and Rafe seem to have some weird-as-fuck silent stare-off going on, and Ava snores loudly against Grey’s chest.
Nodding at both men, I turn to Olivia. “We’re heading to her room. You good out here?” Bianca disappeared into her room at the beginning of the second movie, citing a disgust for hockey masks as the culprit once Jason’s character popped up on the screen.
“Of course I’m okay.”
“Okay, then,” I mutter, rising to my feet and adjusting Seraphina’s petite body in my arms. It’s no surprise that she fits against me so perfectly. I realized it the first night I held her, but there’s a pervasive pleasure in being able to carry her in front of people, silently declaring to the world that I’m here to protect her and to back the fuck up.
My strides are long, and I eat the distance from the living room to her tiny bedroom, not stopping until I’m tucking her into the center of the bed and crawling in after her once my jeans and T-shirt are off.
Pulling the covers tight around us, I gather Seraphina in my arms and align our bodies, keeping her back flush to my chest as I inhale the lemony scent of her shampoo.
“Lincoln?” Seraphina mumbles, voice drunk on exhaustion. She tries to move, presumably to shift around to face me, but I still her movements with a squeeze to her upper thigh.
“Sleep, cierń. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
My words act as a lullaby, pulling Seraphina back to sleep. I allow myself a few minutes to watch the flutter of her lashes and the rise and fall of her chest before I follow her into oblivion.
—
“Are you awake?” a soft voice whispers into my ear, jolting me from the semiconscious place I found myself in. My eyes open slowly, adjusting to the dim morning light coming from the window. My arm is pinned beneath Seraphina, and the feeling of pins and needles travels up my limb. I make no effort to move my arm and instead reach over my body to pull her on top of me.
“I am now.” My voice is rough with sleep, and I clear my throat. “Want to talk about last night?”
“Not particularly,” she comments, playing with the hair on my chest.
“Want to talk about it anyway?”
She pulls on the hair lightly before meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry my phone was off last night. It was a stupid thing to agree to.”
I’m shaking my head before she even finishes her apology. “I’m not asking you to apologize, cierń. It’s your phone, you can do what you want, but shit like that, being inaccessible to everyone, especially when you’ve got not one but two assholes roaming around this town, isn’t smart. When no one could get in touch with you, I had a flashback to when Ava was attacked by Felicity, and I fucking panicked. I held off on calling your parents solely because I knew Rafe has the resources to uncover shit faster than anyone else we know, and I didn’t want to alarm anyone until I knew what we were dealing with.
“Walking into your apartment and seeing your pretty face covered in green made me feel relieved but so fucking angry. Not at you,” I hasten to add, lifting the arm that’s now regained feeling and cupping the back of her head. “I’m angry about the situation, knowing that there’s a very legitimate reason for us to be concerned. And when none of you were accessible, that possibility was brought to the forefront.”
She lets out a heavy sigh, her body rising and falling with the effort. “I know,” she says simply, dropping her head to my chest and resting her ear against my rapidly beating heart. “We should have told Olivia we’d stop checking our phones but that they’d stay on, especially after what happened with B.” She sighs against my skin. “You may not want an apology, but I’m sorry anyway.”
I furrow my brow at her words; my mind was going to Seraphina’s safety, even Olivia’s. But Bianca? I didn’t realize she was at any increased risk. “What do you mean? What happened to Bianca?”
Her fingers comb through the hair on my chest for long moments, and I imagine that she’s trying to figure out how to respond. Finally, she does. “Did you see the news report about the psychic murders?”
I look down at her sharply. “Yes.”
“Bianca was a client of the latest one. Rationally, I know nothing happened to her, and she’s safe, but knowing that my sister could have been the client in that chair at the time it happened is terrifying. Knowing that Bianca had to give statements to the police and that our family seems to have this cycle of being involved with the wrong people at the wrong time is exhausting.”
“Jesus,” I mutter, holding her tighter and more firmly to my chest. “You realize this sounds like a cheap made-for-TV movie, right? All of this shit going on?” I’m making a joke of the heavy situation, but she and I both know the truth: this latest bomb is a fucked-up addition to an already tense situation.
“Believe me, I know.”
“Is Bianca okay?” Aside from her exhibitionist display, last night was the first time I really spoke to her in a while.
“Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve been trying to get her to talk to me, but she’s been pretty closed off. She’s scared, she’s angry, and mourning the loss of someone she came to care about. Coupled with how tense Olivia has been since we realized she and I both knew Mitch and Chris, it’s been difficult for all of us. Last night, we tried to find some sliver of normalcy, but you see how that turned out.”
“Hmm,” I respond, keeping my hand tangled in her hair. My mind is racing from her words, but one sticks out amongst them: normalcy. I may not be able to alleviate the shit storm brewing in each of these girls’ lives, but I can do something for Seraphina to make the world seem a bit more normal, if only for a second in time. “Do you have work tonight?”
“No, I’m off tonight. Why?” Her mouth moves against my chest, lips grazing my skin with each syllable.
“Can I take you somewhere? I have to work the lunch shift, but I’m off tonight.”
At my words, Seraphina leans up, a smile tugging at her lips. “Like a date?”
I scoff at her words. “Yeah, cierń, like a date. Will you sleep at my place tonight?” Her smile falls, replaced by a weird twist of her lips. “What’s with the face?”
She looks down before replying, “The ugly, jealous, irrational part of me knows you and Gemma shared that apartment, and it’s hard for me to disassociate her from your personal space. I keep telling myself I have no right to feel that way and to get over it, but there’s a knife in my gut at the idea of sleeping in the bed you shared with her. I hate that I even am saying this, and I feel like an idiot for feeling this way.”
“Hey,” I whisper, pulling on the back of her head so that she meets my eyes. “Don’t apologize for feeling the way you do. You think I don’t fucking love that you want to mark your territory around me and make sure no other woman is present? I love it, cierń. More than I should.”
“Really? That’s what you got out of that?”
“Partially. Listen, let me at least show you my apartment, and if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll bring you back here, okay?”
She takes a moment to consider my words before nodding. “Okay. Should I meet you at your apartment?”
“No, I’ll pick you up after work.”
Her head rears back, causing my fingers to slip through her hair until they’re lodged in her ends. “You’ll make two round trips if you do that. No, I’ll drive.”
“Cierń,” I scold, tugging on the ends of her hair. “I’ve seen how you drive, and it’s terrifying. I’ll pick you up around five, okay?”
“Fine.” She huffs, and I’m surprised by her easy acceptance. She starts to shift her weight, moving backward until her ass hits my groin and the very obvious morning wood that’s a symptom of Seraphina. She bites down on her lip as she comes into contact with my cock, and I feel myself growing harder at her evident interest.
She continues to wiggle her ass against me, and while part of me wants to flip her over and bury myself inside her cunt, the more dominant part of me wants to see where Seraphina will take this, especially as she starts to inch further south, sliding down my torso until her sweatpants-covered center is pressed against my cock.
Her throat bobs as she swallows. I expect her to rock against me, to ride me through the bullshit fabric separating us until I can tear it away and slip inside. What I don’t expect is for Seraphina to lower her hands to the mattress and press up on all fours. I don’t anticipate her to crawl backward, and I didn’t think she’d settle like a hungry little kitten between my thighs, fingers gripping the fabric of my briefs as she tugs them down.
“ Pierdoli?,” Fuck , I groan as her soft hands flutter over my upper thighs and my pubic bone. Her head lowers, not stopping until her mouth sucks the tip of my dick inside, and I let out a string of curses as her tongue circles around the slit and laps at the precum.
“Goddamnm, cierń.” I groan, choking on my words when her fingers skate over my sensitive foreskin, running her hands up and down the length of my cock as she continues to lick at me. The flicks of her tongue stop as her head lowers, and her mouth swallows more of me, not stopping until her nose is flush to my groin and my cock is lodged in her throat. My eyes slip closed as I clench my teeth and will myself not to come in her mouth after a thirty-second blow job.
Seraphina pulls back, giving me half a second to clear my mind before she descends again, swallowing me and making me see fucking stars as her warm mouth envelops me. “Fucking hell, baby,” I grit out, unable to communicate just how good it feels. Seraphina hums at my obvious pleasure, causing vibrations against my dick.
I lose it.
My hands dive into her thick hair, pulling it away from her face and giving me leverage to help her move up and down. Her eyes shoot up, never breaking her movements as she lets her teeth scrape gently along the underside of my cock, giving me a hint of pain within the pleasure, reminding me that while she’s the one on her knees, I’m at her control.
“You look so fucking pretty like this, cierń. A fucking rose covered in thorns, blooming just for me,” I rasp out, pumping my hips up as I speak. My words ignite her, and she moves faster, sloppier, slurping sounds echoing in the room as she works me like the best goddamn dessert she’s ever tasted. I’m seconds away from coming, and while I’d love to paint her mouth with my cum, I need to feel her body against mine more.
Tugging at her hair, I pull her mouth from me and meet her confused eyes. “There’s no way I’m coming anywhere but your pussy today, cierń.” Releasing her strands, my hands go to her hips, and I pull her over me, draping her body over mine like a blanket. My left hand snakes down, winding around her upper thigh and lifting it until it’s hitched at my torso.
“If I reach down, will your pussy be wet for me, cierń?” I ask, hand flexing against her thigh at the thought. “Or do you need some help?”
Instead of answering, Seraphina lowers her head and licks the seam of my lips. I open instantly, lifting slightly to capture her lower lip between my teeth and pull her back into me. Sera moans against the bite, and I soothe her flesh with my tongue, licking the sting before closing my mouth over hers.
I’m lost in the tangle of tongues and teeth and lips and meet her mouth with the same fervor she meets mine. Her body starts to move on top of mine, her pussy dragging across my abdomen as she grinds her clit against my skin.
“Lincoln,” she murmurs against my mouth, breathing me in.
“I know, cierń,” I mutter against her lips, swallowing her gasp in a kiss as I pull her by her thigh, dragging her against my body until the head of my cock is aligned with her cunt. Bringing my other hand to her hair, I pull her head back and note her flushed face and the dark lashes resting against her cheeks. “Open your eyes, Seraphina.”
Slowly, her lids flutter open, and I’m greeted by the sight of her dilated pupils and the desire glazing her eyes. Pushing her down, I enter her slowly, letting her feel every inch of me before I bottom out.
“Oh-ohh,” she stutters, her voice breathy. “Oh my god.” Her lids start to shut again, and I squeeze her thigh in warning.
“Open your eyes, Seraphina.” Just like before, they pop open to reveal her lust-drunk gaze. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Rolling my hips beneath her, I press into her before pulling back, small, minute applications of pressure that serve to brush her clit against my pelvic bone.
I groan at the movement, the feel of her body rubbing against mine as I keep her hips pinned. “Ser—” She cuts me off, biting my lip and stealing my words with a hard kiss. I respond in kind, letting my mouth work against her in the same rhythm our bodies move. Her hands reach up, sinking into the buzzed hair atop my head. Her fingers scrape my scalp as our tongues twine, and I feel myself tighten, my balls drawing close as my orgasm slams into me, and I let go inside Seraphina’s cunt, painting her insides with my cum.
“Fuck,” I grunt out, stilling Seraphina’s body and thrusting up, burying myself and my cum as deep inside of her as I can. I’m breathing heavily, my inhales and exhales in tune with the beating of my heart. Seraphina’s breathing just as hard, though I know it’s not from an orgasm.
My girl didn’t come, and that’s something that needs to be fixed. If I could, I’d keep her on top of me, a sweat-soaked blanket until I need to leave for work. While giving in to the lethargy that threatens to take over after fucking Seraphina, my need to give her pleasure takes precedence.
Releasing her hair and her thigh, I bring my hands back to her hips and lift, moving Seraphina off my softening cock and depositing her on her back on her bed. I follow her body, turning with her until I’m between her thighs. Shifting back, I keep moving until I’m able to drop to my stomach between her legs.
Looking up her body, I note the rise and fall of her chest, the small swell of her breasts, and the look of need stamped on her face. She doesn’t ask what I’m doing, doesn’t try to stop me from doing something that a lot of guys would be too disgusted to do.
For anyone else, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t even have the inclination to bend down and lick Seraphina’s well-used, cum-filled pussy, and taste the mixture of the two of us.
I’d probably be disgusted.
Repulsed.
But with Seraphina, I’m fucking starving.
Letting my eyes drift down, I settle my gaze between her thighs and see the white cum slowly dripping from her cunt. Her lips are swollen, and there’s a wetness there that signals just how turned on my little thorn is.
I let one hand wander from her hips to between her legs, roaming until my fingers graze the sensitive, soaked flesh. I play with the cum seeping out, gathering it on my finger and swirling it into her skin. Lifting my gaze, I meet Seraphina’s eyes as I open my mouth and latch onto her lips, sucking her into my mouth.
I watch as her eyes widen, the surprise and lust evident on her face just before her head tilts back and her hips tilt up, silently begging me for more. If someone were to ask me if I like the taste of my own cum, my answer would be a definitive no, but knowing that it marked Seraphina, I’d eat her cum-coated pussy any fucking day. I’m aware of the possessive nature I’m feeling, but I’m too far gone to give a shit.
Sera’s eyes close as I spear my tongue inside her, gathering my cum and swallowing it down. The moment I lose her eyes, I stop, keeping my mouth on her but my tongue and lips immobile.
Her head snaps down, confusion on her face before it clears to understanding at my raised eyebrow. “I’ll keep my eyes on you,” she murmurs.
I hum in acknowledgment and snake my tongue out, tasting her before latching onto her clit and biting down hard. With my gaze fastened on her face, I see the pleasure play out as I alternate between bites and slow licks.
“I need more, Lincoln,” she pants out, hands fisted at her side.
I lift my mouth from her body, licking once more before leaning up and bringing my fingers to her pussy. I work two fingers in, curling them once my knuckles hit her lips. Pulling back her skin, I tear my gaze from her face and look down to reveal her clit. Bending over, I flick the collection of nerves, moving my tongue slowly as I angle my fingers upward, hitting her G-spot with each thrust.
The combination of my mouth and fingers is too much for her, and she tenses almost immediately, hips thrown toward my face and body stilling as her orgasm crashes into her. I gentle my strokes and soften my tongue, working her body down as the pleasure starts to recede and the bone-crushing tiredness that comes after good sex seeps in.
I slip my fingers out of Seraphina’s cunt, loving how wet they are with our combined release. I don’t hesitate to suck them into my mouth and lick our cum off my fingers, uncaring at this point since I just ate my cum out of her pussy.
Moving my fingers out of my mouth, I reach down and lift Seraphina’s left thigh, turning her to her side as I fall on the bed and gather her in my arms.
“That was…” she begins, trailing off as she tries to find the right words.
“I know,” I whisper, reaching over her body to grab her jaw and twist her face toward mine. I bend over, intent on kissing her, when I stop, surprised by the wrinkling of her nose. “What?”
“I just realized we never brushed our teeth.”
I bark out a laugh, humored by her realization. “I just ate my cum out of your pussy, Seraphina. Do you honestly think I give a shit about morning breath right now?” I complete my descent and press a light kiss to her lips before lifting my head and looking at the analog clock on her nightstand. “I have to be at work in a few hours. Let’s sleep until I have to leave? We have at least two hours.”
“Mm,” she mumbles, eyes already closing and head turning back toward the window.
I snort at the display, the obvious trust she has in me. “I love you, cierń,” I murmur against her cheek, kissing her one last time before settling down beside her and closing my eyes, the taste of us on my tongue and the feel of her in my arms.
It’s fucking perfect.