Chapter Twenty-Nine
Linc
After dinner, Elora and I go up to the top deck, because tonight they’re showing the Dungeons I could feel it. And I’m incredibly touched that he has, for me. I knew he’d be gentle, and I needed him to be. I’d have run a mile if he’d done this to me immediately.
But things are different now. I know he’d never hurt me, and that anything we share here is private and just between the two of us. I feel safe and able to explore the desires I’ve been so curious about.
He tips his head to the side, changing the angle of our kiss, and plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I moan with pleasure as he presses up against me, and I feel the length of his hardening erection pressing against my tummy.
Language is such a curious thing. Linc swears without giving it a second thought. Words are just stones he skims across the top of a pond; he doesn’t worry that they might sink below the surface. It’s so different for me, though; I’ve been brought up to believe that words carry weight and intention, and swearing is something people do when they’re angry or frustrated and can’t find the proper words to illustrate their thoughts. My dad thinks curse words are only used by weak people.
But I don’t think he’s right. Sometimes, only a swear word will do, like when you drop something valuable, or you hit your head, or your team loses. At times like that, you need to verbalize your feelings without picking and choosing your words like flowers—you want to lob the word into the air and watch it explode like a grenade.
And in bed, I think it’s the same. Making love is wonderful, kind, tender, and affectionate. Having sex is exciting and playful. But tonight, with this gorgeous man in my arms possibly for a limited time, I want this Chaotic Neutral character to possess me and corrupt me and teach me the darker side of love. I want to use sexier language the way characters do in the movies, and express how I feel. But I’m not brave enough.
Linc’s lips leave mine, kiss up my cheekbone, and press beneath my ear. “You’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs, slipping his hands beneath the hem of my top. His warm fingers brush the skin of my waist, and I shiver.
“Likewise,” I reply as he kisses back to my mouth. He’s wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and I pop a few buttons through the holes, then grab both sides of the shirt and pull him toward me. I moisten my lips, plucking up the courage to speak. Then, keeping my lips close to his, I whisper, “I want you.”
In response, he bends and picks me up, wrapping my legs around him, then carries me through the living room and into the bedroom. He tosses me onto my back on the bed unceremoniously and climbs on top of me before I can move and pins me to the mattress. Then he crushes his lips to mine again.
Delight fills me, and I tighten my legs around his waist and give a heartfelt groan as he kisses the living daylights out of me. Ohhh… this man… how does he seem to know exactly what I want, what I need?
He kisses me for a long time, his weight deliciously heavy on me, while I slip my hands beneath his shirt and run my fingers over his skin. After a while, he lifts up, undoes the other buttons, and tosses his shirt to the floor, then beckons for me to sit up. When I do, he takes the hem of my top in his hands, peels it up my body, and drops it on the floor. Then, keeping his gaze fixed on mine, he moves his hands around my back, unclips my bra, and removes that, too.
Finally, he says, “Can you take your hair down?”
Pressing my lips together, I take out the elastic bands holding up the scruffy bun and let the strands tumble around my shoulders.
He pushes me onto my back, lies on top of me, and proceeds to kiss me again.
This time, he kisses my face, my cheeks, my jaw, around to my ear, and then slowly down my neck, taking big, wet bites out of my skin, which make me groan and tilt my hips up to his as I try to relieve the ache that’s beginning deep inside me.
“Lie still,” he says with a growl when I do it again, “you’re driving me crazy.”
“I can’t help it. I ache.”
“You’re going to ache a lot more before I’m done with you. So stop wriggling, or I’ll stop kissing you.”
Surprised at his bossiness, I do my best not to squirm, but it’s almost impossible. “Linc,” I whisper, “please…”
He kisses back up to my mouth and looks into my eyes. “Please what?”
I want to make him feel the way I do, but I’m so inexperienced at this, and I don’t know what language to use, or how to phrase what I’m feeling.
His expression softens, and he kisses my lips tenderly. “Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice husky.
“I… I don’t know…”
“Yes you do.” He kisses down my neck. “Where do you want my mouth? My hands?”
“On me… like this…” I sigh. “On my breasts.” He kisses down. “On my nipples.”
“What do you want me to do to them, Lora?”
My face heats. “I want you to suck them,” I say, closing my eyes.
“Yes, ma’am.” He kisses down my neck to my throat, fastens his mouth over the place where my pulse is racing, and sucks. Then he continues over my collarbone to my breasts, settles down, and proceeds to kiss both nipples, teasing them with his teeth, tongue, and lips until I’m throbbing between my legs.
“Now what do you want?” he asks, kissing back up my neck to my mouth. It’s dark outside, and the moon has painted him with her light, so his eyes look like flat silver disks, and his skin is like marble. The scene feels slightly unreal, especially with this rising passion between us that’s heating up my brain and turning it molten like mercury.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper.
He kisses me. “And then?”
I gather my courage in both hands. “I want you to fuck me until my teeth rattle.”
I half-expect him to laugh, or to scold me like a big brother, and tell me I can’t possibly say things like that to him. But to my delight, he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “That’s my girl,” and then he lifts up and begins to unbutton his trousers.
I do the same with my shorts, and he shifts off me so we can both remove them and throw them aside. He grabs a condom, tears off the wrapper, and rolls it on. Then he moves back on top of me, between my legs, and positions himself at my entrance.
Finally, he leans over me and pushes his hips forward, so he slides into me.
I’m so wet and swollen that he’s all the way inside me in one thrust. I give a long moan, stretching beneath him, and he grunts, pushing forward, his hips flush with mine.
He kisses me while he starts to move, keeping the pace slow and leisurely. He kisses my lips, my face, and my neck, buries his hands in my hair, and murmurs to me while he thrusts, little endearments, telling me he loves how I smell, how I taste, the color of my eyes, the softness of my hair. He’s so open and unashamed, never frightened to say what he’s thinking or how he’s feeling, and I love him for that.
I’m just starting to feel pleasure building deep inside when he stops, lifts up onto his hands and, carefully holding the condom, withdraws.
I blink up at him, surprised and disappointed. “Did I do something wrong?”
He laughs. “No.” Sitting back on his heels, he looks down at me with a wicked glint in his eye. “Up you get. Onto your knees.”
I stare at him. He raises an eyebrow. Oh my, he means it. I guess this is the seventy-five percent I asked for.
I turn over and push up so I’m on all fours. Linc moves up behind me, and he strokes my ass and slides his fingers down into the heart of me.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, and then he guides the tip of his erection down, and I feel him pressing against my entrance. Automatically, I push back, but he says, “Slowly, sweetheart. This is going to feel different.”
Moistening my lips, I stay still and let him press forward. He does so slowly, moving forward an inch, then withdrawing, slowly coating himself with my moisture again, each time going a little deeper inside me.
Ooh, he’s right, that does feel different. I feel myself stretching to accommodate him, and… oh my God… I can feel him all the way up…
“All right, baby?” he asks. When I nod, he starts moving properly, long, deep thrusts, while he strokes my back and circles underneath to cup my breasts.
For a while, I feel a little tense at the newness of the position, but Linc takes his time, and gradually I start to relax. As he obviously senses that, he widens his knees, which forces mine to widen also, and then I feel his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down. I lower onto my elbows, which makes my ass stick up the air, and he grunts his approval and begins to thrust faster.
Oh holy shit, this feels unbelievable. With each thrust he buries himself deep inside me, filling the air with the slick sound of sex, and the smack of his hips as they meet my bottom and thighs.
“Ahhh… fuck,” I say, pulling a pillow toward me and burying my face in it. “Oh my God, that feels so good…”
“Oh, baby…” His fingers tighten on my hips, as if he’s struggling to stay in control. “You feel amazing…”
“Mmm, Linc…” It feels fantastic, but he’s still holding back, I can feel it. “Harder, please…”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I want this.” Deep, dark desire is clawing its way up inside me, and I want to give in to it and let it overpower me. I want Linc to take me, to possess me, to make me his.
He leans forward; I think maybe he means to kiss my back or something, but his weight on top of me takes me by surprise, and I fall forward onto my front, with him on top.
“Ooh,” I say, pinned beneath him, and shudder at the feel of him still inside me.
He lifts up onto his hands, shifting to make us both comfortable, then, before I can say anything, he pushes forward, burying himself inside me.
“Oh!” I groan as he sets up a fast pace, thrusting hard.
It’s warm in the room, and our skin has grown slick, his body sliding over mine. He peels the strands of my hair away where it’s stuck to my neck, scoops the lot up in one hand, then to my surprise wraps it around his hand and pulls gently, forcing my head up.
“Is this what you want, Lora?” he teases, kissing my ear and sucking hard on the lobe. “Is this seventy-five percent?”
I bite my lip as he pushes forward, as if he’s trying to spear me to the mattress. “Oh my God…”
“What’s up?” He releases my hair and starts thrusting again. When my head drops forward onto the pillow, he bends and kisses my neck. “Changed your mind?”
“No…”
“You only have to say…”
“Ahhh… don’t stop…”
“You don’t want to be a spotted hyena, Lora?”
“No…”
“You like having sex like this?”
“Yes…”
He bites my earlobe. “You like being fucked like this?”
I groan. “Yes…”
“Tell me.”
“I like… you fucking me like this.”
He gives a deep, throaty laugh. “That’s my girl.” Lifting up onto his hands, he starts thrusting faster, and I begin to spiral out of control.
“I’m going to take my pleasure from your beautiful, sweet body,” he murmurs in my ear, still thrusting, “and you’re just going to lie there and take it, okay?”
My face flushes, and I bury it in the pillow. I never knew sex could feel like this, so feral, so raw. Oh God, I’m so turned on… my orgasm is starting to build deep inside me, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop it…
He’s plunging down into me now, his hand gripping my shoulder hard, and I can’t hold back any longer. It sweeps over me, a blissful sensation, deep inside, and he groans and thrusts harder as he obviously feels it, riding me all the way through before he finally surrenders to his own climax. His body stiffens and shudders, and then I feel his hand between my shoulder blades as he pushes me down and comes, groaning with every spurt as he fills the condom, twitching inside me.
When he finally finishes, he lowers down on top of me, and we lie there like that for a long time, a hot, sticky mess, while our hearts gradually slow, and we drift back down to earth.