Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
Erika
L ong after Lincoln fell asleep, I lay awake, my mind churning with the remnants of our earlier conversation. The storm outside seemed to echo the turmoil within me. I replayed the painful memories of my parents’ relationship—the harsh words, the endless arguments that had filled my childhood home.
It was a cacophony of anger and despair that still haunted me. Thank God for Morgan; her home had been my sanctuary during those chaotic nights. I was relieved when my parents finally divorced, though the subsequent custody battles only added to the strain.
Lincoln’s plea to forget those scars and build a future together weighed heavily on me. I wanted to believe in our happiness, but the fear of repeating past mistakes loomed large. When I looked into Lincoln’s ice-blue eyes, I saw nothing but love and sincerity. His devotion was clear, but the fear of potential heartache made me hesitate.
As I shifted, Lincoln murmured in his sleep but remained blissfully unaware. His hand, resting on my hip, shifted to my belly, a gesture of unconscious possessiveness. I knew that for us to succeed, I would need to adjust and bend, or risk everything unraveling. Eventually, sleep claimed me, but it wasn’t long before I awoke to sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains.
Lincoln was up, drawing back the white curtains, letting bright sunshine flood the room. I pulled the dark blue sheets over my head, shielding myself from the intrusive light. The bed dipped as Lincoln sat beside me, gently coaxing the sheets away.
“It’s too early,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the fabric.
“It’s 8:30,” he replied, his tone light but firm.
“I didn’t sleep well last night,” I groaned.
“Hmm, I guess I should’ve worn you out before bed,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful regret.
The night before had been a stark contrast to our usual fiery encounters. After our argument, Lincoln had been unusually tender, catering to my every need. He made me spaghetti for dinner, and we spent the evening cuddled on the overstuffed white couch, the glow of the ocean reflecting in our eyes. Despite the lights coming back on by 9, he made no move to make love. We simply watched television and drifted off in each other’s arms. Yet, despite his efforts, I remained restless.
“Why didn’t you?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“Because you needed to be held rather than fucked,” he said, a hint of seriousness in his tone.
“Why, thank you,” I replied, shifting to a more playful tone. “I’m better now, and I think I need to be fucked.”
Lincoln raised his eyebrows, clearly intrigued. “Oh?”
“You’re surprised?” I pushed the sheet off me, revealing my bare chest. His eyes immediately traced the curve of my breasts, lingering on my hardened nipples.
“You’re too hard to resist,” he said, his voice low and appreciative.
“I think you’re the hard one,” I retorted, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.
I pushed the sheet fully off and straddled Lincoln’s lap, pressing his erection between us. “You would be correct. What do you plan to do about it?”
“Watch,” I instructed, sliding off his lap and positioning myself on my knees in front of his spread thighs. I loved the power and control this position gave me, and I took pleasure in seeing him unravel.
Lincoln’s gaze was fixed on me as I cupped his balls gently, massaging them before wrapping my hand around his shaft. I took my time, savoring each movement as I licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum. I loved watching him break apart, the control I wielded over his pleasure making my heart race. Each drop that bubbled to the surface fueled my excitement, as I drew closer to bringing him to the edge.
"Suck me," Lincoln's voice was strained, laced with desperation.
“I’m not ready to do that yet,” I teased, my lips brushing lightly against the sensitive head of his cock.
“You’re a little vixen,” he groaned, a mixture of frustration and pleasure in his tone.
“And you love it,” I replied, feeling a thrill at the control I had over him.
I wrapped my other hand around his shaft, twisting it gently as if wringing out clothes, while my plump lips kissed and nibbled at the tip. Lincoln’s groan was deep and primal, and he fisted my hair, holding me close.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered urgently.
I had no intention of stopping. I was determined to savor every moment, to draw out his pleasure until he couldn’t take any more. Lincoln leaned back on the bed, his hands splayed out beside him. I took him deep, and his hips bucked involuntarily, fucking my mouth with a primal rhythm. My other hand continued to caress his balls, teasing their underside, drawing out moans of my name between his labored breaths.
“Shit, Erika, suck me harder!” he gasped, his voice breaking with intensity.
I hollowed my cheeks, pulling him deeper into my mouth as I bobbed my head, keeping a steady, rhythmic pace. Lincoln reached over to tuck my hair behind my ear, then placed his hand back on the bed, his hips churning with fervent energy.
Moments later, his body tensed, and he cried out my name. I felt the first splash of his ejaculate hit the back of my throat and I responded by furiously pumping my mouth over him until he was completely spent. Lincoln fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving, an arm thrown over his face.
“How was that?” I asked, my voice light and teasing as I removed my mouth from him.
“Christ, if I thought you would say yes, I would ask you to marry me,” he said, his voice a mix of awe and exhaustion.
I chuckled, unsure whether he was serious or just caught up in the endorphin rush. I decided to take it as a playful comment, his heightened state making him more expressive than usual.
“As soon as I regain my composure,” he promised, his voice regaining some of its usual confidence, “I plan on fucking you properly.”
Two hours later, we lounged by the pool, the sun casting a warm glow over us. I sipped my iced tea, feeling the gentle burn of my sun-kissed skin, a lingering reminder of Lincoln’s relentless attentions. He had a talent for maintaining an erection, and I could still feel the aftershocks of our earlier encounters.
Lincoln traced his fingers lightly down my arm, slick with suntan lotion, sending shivers through me. His touch was languid, almost hypnotic.
“How did I get so lucky?” he murmured, his voice full of wonder.
I tilted my head towards him, pulling my sunglasses down my nose to meet his gaze. “You won the lottery,” I replied with a playful grin.
“Conceited much?” he teased, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“If I’m conceited, then so are you,” I shot back, sticking my tongue out at him before sliding my sunglasses back up. I adjusted my lounger with a contented sigh.
Lincoln chuckled softly, but his fingers continued their teasing path along my arm, sending delightful shivers straight to my core.
“Stop it,” I warned, trying to sound stern but failing as a smile tugged at my lips.
“Stop what?” he asked, the playful edge in his voice unmistakable.
“Touching me,” I clarified, though I could barely suppress a grin.
“That’s never going to happen,” he said, his tone low and teasing.
“You’re getting me hot,” I cautioned, trying to keep my voice steady.
“That’s good to hear,” he responded, his smile audible.
I hummed thoughtfully. “It could be the sun. Maybe I should go for a dip in the pool.”
“How about a naked dip?” Lincoln suggested, his voice a husky murmur.
“Always trying to get me naked, Elliott,” I replied with mock exasperation.
“It was worth a shot,” he said, shrugging with an exaggerated sigh.
Without missing a beat, I asked, “Are you coming to the wedding with me next month?”
“I don’t know. I’m loyal to Michael,” he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.
“You’re making me go alone? Weddings are great places to meet people,” I pointed out.
“You’re not available,” he said with a grin.
“But some random guy might think I am and hit on me,” I teased.
“So you want me to come to protect you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I shrugged, a playful glint in my eye. “It’s entirely up to you. I can’t force you to go, but I’d love for you to be my escort.”
“You’re the maid of honor. Won’t I be sitting alone at another table?” he questioned.
“There’s no head table, just one for Morgan and Slade,” I explained.
“Can I think about it?” he asked, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Don’t think too long, or I might have to ask someone else,” I warned.
“No way. You’re mine,” he declared firmly.
“Jealous prick,” I muttered, a smile playing on my lips.
“Damn right,” he confirmed with a grin. “I’m not sharing you with anyone, even if it’s just for a wedding.”
“Weddings make me horny, so whoever escorts me might get lucky,” I taunted, watching his reaction closely.
“You’re good at bribery,” he said, his tone betraying only a hint of intrigue.
“And you’re great at sex,” I added with a smirk.
“Thank you very much,” Lincoln said, his smile widening as he leaned in for a kiss.
“And you call me conceited,” I said, rolling my eyes behind my sunglasses, which Lincoln couldn’t see.
“Maybe just a little. Face it, I’m talented in many facets,” he replied, his tone dripping with confidence.
“You’re full of yourself,” I shot back.
“I’m going for a swim. Want to join me?” Lincoln asked, stretching his arms.
“I’m fine where I am,” I replied, adjusting my position on the lounger.
Lincoln stood, removing his black Ray-Bans and tossing them onto the chair next to me. He made his way to the deep end, bouncing on the diving board a few times before executing a flawless dive into the dark blue water. I watched, captivated, as he emerged, slicing through the pool with powerful strokes.
“You’re a good diver,” I called out, admiring his form as he clung to the pool's edge.
“I’m good at a lot of things,” he said with a smug grin.
I couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re hopeless.”
“Join me,” he urged, his voice carrying over the water.
“I’m not hot,” I teased, though my tone betrayed a hint of reluctance.
“The fuck you’re not. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” he countered.
“Such a flatterer, but it’s not going to get me to swim,” I said, though the compliment warmed me.
Lincoln hoisted himself out of the pool, water cascading off his sculpted body. His light blue swim trunks clung provocatively to his muscular legs and the bulge between them. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger appreciatively.
“You’re looking at my cock, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice low and knowing.
A blush crept up my face, despite my efforts to appear nonchalant. “How could you possibly know that?”
“I just do. Now come for a swim,” he insisted, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“No,” I said firmly.
“Either come with me or face the consequences,” he warned playfully.
“Consequences?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lincoln strode over until he loomed above me. Cold droplets of water dripped from him, splashing onto me and making me shiver.
“Consequences,” he repeated, a playful glint in his eyes. Before I could react, he scooped me up from the lounger and leapt into the pool with me cradled in his arms.
The shock of the cold water made me sputter as I surfaced, water dripping from my face. I wiped my eyes, realizing my sunglasses had sunk to the bottom of the pool.
“Fucking asshole! Why did you do that?” I shouted, spluttering as I tried to regain my composure.
“Because you wouldn’t give in,” he said, his voice a mixture of triumph and affection. He circled my wrist with his hand, effectively preventing me from swimming away. His body pressed against mine, and I was pinned to the pool wall, the water just below my chin.
“Let me go,” I demanded, though the closeness made my heart race.
“No chance,” Lincoln replied, his face inches from mine, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Now, are you going to join me properly, or do I need to keep you here a little longer?”
“I said no,” I snapped, pushing against him as he tugged at the strings of my red bikini. “I didn’t want to swim.”
Lincoln’s fingers deftly worked behind my neck, loosening the ties. “I want to see your bare breasts,” he said, his voice low and insistent.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I protested, trying to swat his hands away.
“You’ve already seen them this morning,” I added, trying to stay firm.
“Skinny dip with me,” Lincoln demanded, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I glanced nervously at the house to our left. Some of the bedroom windows overlooked the yard and pool. “We’ll be seen,” I said, my voice edged with anxiety.
“The Reeds aren’t there,” he assured me. “They’re in Europe for most of the summer.”
“How do you know they’re not renting?” I countered, still unconvinced.
Lincoln laughed, shaking his head. “They’re rich. They don’t need to share their home with strangers.”
“That sounds pompous,” I replied, raising an eyebrow.
“But it’s true,” he insisted. “They don’t have to share their home any more than my parents need to share theirs.”
Before I could respond, Lincoln reached underwater, his hands skillfully working at the ties of my bikini top. I pressed myself against the wall, trying to keep him at bay, but he was relentless. With a final yank, he pulled the ties loose, sending my top floating away between us.
“Those fucking tits of yours,” Lincoln groaned, his eyes dark with desire. “I could come right here.”
He ducked his head, his warm mouth closing around my peaked nipples. My breath hitched, and I gasped, the sensation more intense than the coolness of the water.
“They’re not that great,” I murmured, trying to sound dismissive.
“Come on, Erika,” Lincoln said between kisses, “they’re beautiful.”
In response, I reached between us, my hand slipping into his shorts. His cock was hot and hard against my palm, making my belly clench with anticipation. Lincoln stopped his ministrations long enough to push his shorts down, kicking them off as they floated away. He didn’t spare them a glance as he rubbed between my legs.
“Get naked,” he commanded, his voice firm but playful. “No one will see.”
Reluctantly, I gave in, peeling off my bikini bottoms and tossing them onto the pool deck. We were now gloriously naked in the hot sun and cool water. Lincoln floated on his back, his erection jutting proudly into the air.
“That’s perverse,” I called out, trying to sound scandalized.
“Is it?” he replied with a smirk. “Maybe you can relieve my problem.”
He swam back toward me, and I darted away, laughing as I evaded his reach. “Don’t tease, I’ll come get you,” he warned, his voice tinged with a playful edge.
“I’d like to see you try,” I taunted, though the heat coursing through me betrayed my desire. My body was ablaze, and I needed Lincoln inside me more than ever.
He scooped me up and carried me toward the loungers plopping me down on the loungers. He positioned me on all fours and grasped my hips, curling his fingers into my flesh, then he was in me in one hard thrust.
“I love this tight little pussy,” Lincoln growled, his voice rough with desire.
Lincoln slid a finger over my clit, moving in tight circles. I broke apart quickly and my weakened body threatened to sink but he held me up.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
“Lincoln,” I moaned as his fingers moved once again on my swollen bud. I shuddered.
“Oh, yes baby, I want it and you’re going to give it to me. I love when you squeeze my cock with your sweet, little cunt.”
“Jesus, Lincoln,” I panted. His dirty words set me off once again and I exploded, pressing my face into the cushioned lounger.
He continued to hammer at me, his thrusts were pushing me towards a peak once again as my body still trembled with the aftershocks of two intense orgasms, but I was insatiable, craving more. His staying power was phenomenal.
“Come,” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“Not yet,” Lincoln murmured, his grip tightening on my hips.
“I’m sore,” I whined, struggling to stay in the moment.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You should’ve said something.” His tone was apologetic, but the raw hunger in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t done.
I felt him withdraw, leaving me feeling hollow and desperate. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration.
“Giving you a rest. Why don’t you sit on me? It will give you control, and I know you love control,” he suggested.
I turned around, catching the promise of a different kind of pleasure in his eyes. I was at the end of the lounger, so Lincoln settled himself on the seat, adjusted the back to support him, and waited for me. Without hesitation, I straddled him, pressing my lips against his as I sank onto him, the pleasure sharp and immediate.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice catching in his throat.
“That’s what I plan to do,” I said with a teasing smirk, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Our kiss was fierce, our bodies grinding together as he wrapped his arms around me, his touch igniting a fire inside.
I took charge, rocking my hips into him, chasing the release that eluded me. The rhythm we created built steadily until our third orgasm hit simultaneously. We crashed together, our bodies trembling as we rode the wave of pleasure, coming up for air with ragged breaths.
“Erika,” he panted, his voice barely audible.
I knew he wanted to say something important, so I beat him to it. “I love you.”
His response was to press his lips to my upper chest, covering me in a shower of kisses. “You smell good,” he murmured between kisses.
“I hope so,” I replied, running a hand through his damp hair.
“I mean really good,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “It’s a mix of suntan oil and sex.”
Just then, a car door slammed somewhere in the distance, making my heart skip a beat. It sounded like it came from next door. I froze, fear curling in my stomach.
“I thought you said no one was home next door,” I whispered urgently.
“They aren’t. Maybe it’s the maid or the gardener,” he said, trying to reassure me.
I scrambled off his lap, grabbing a towel from the lounger and wrapping it around myself. “Stop worrying,” Lincoln said, his demeanor still relaxed.
“I don’t want anyone seeing me naked,” I hissed, moving quickly towards the house.
“They would drop dead because you’re so gorgeous,” Lincoln said with a casual shrug.
I shot him a sharp look. “You’re not worried?”
“If some slob wants to ogle me, I don’t care,” he said, shrugging it off.
“You should care that some slob wants to ogle me,” I retorted, turning and striding towards the house.
“Erika?” Lincoln called after me.
Ignoring him, I pushed open the sliding door and shut it firmly behind me. My annoyance flared, mingling with lingering embarrassment. Lincoln’s nonchalance about our situation only fueled my frustration as I stalked through the house, determined to find some privacy.
“You’re angry, I get it,” Lincoln said as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying his damp hair. His footsteps were slow and measured as he entered the room, finding me sitting on the bed, engrossed in my phone. I was clad in nothing but hot pink panties and a short t-shirt, absorbed in checking my emails.
“Did you know someone was there?” I asked, not looking up.
“I swear I didn’t,” he replied, his voice tinged with frustration.
“I don’t believe you,” I shot back.
He sighed deeply. “What do I have to do to make you believe me?”
“Nothing,” I said, dismissively returning to my phone. I heard him rummaging through his bag, muttering about searching for a pair of shorts. Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at his naked form. He had a way of driving me mad and still making me want him at the same time.
Lincoln finally found a pair of black shorts, sliding them on before sitting down beside me. His hand brushed gently down my bare leg. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t know. I would never expose you.”
“I’m not an exhibitionist,” I replied, turning my phone screen off.
“I know you aren’t. Can we just forget this and move on? I’d like to take you out on my boat.”
Despite my annoyance, a flicker of interest sparked. “You have a boat?”
“It’s docked at the marina not far from here.”
“Can we go swimming in the ocean?” I asked, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
“Of course. We could pack a lunch and spend the day on the water.”
“That sounds like fun. Let’s do it,” I said, a genuine enthusiasm in my voice.
“Do it?” Lincoln echoed, a suggestive grin spreading across his face.
I reached out, running my fingers over the blond scruff on his face. “Is that all you think about?”
“It used to be, but all I think about now is you,” he said, his gaze tender.
“Uh-huh, that and sex and money. All the evils of the world.”
“That would group you into being one of those evils,” he teased.
“Maybe I am,” I countered with a playful smirk.
“Ah, sweet Erika,” he said, his tone softening. “There’s no way you could be grouped with the evils of the world.”
“You’re corny,” I said, shaking my head.
“But I love you,” he said, his voice full of affection. “Let’s get something to eat.”
Lincoln surprised me with a delectable early dinner of fettuccini carbonara. I was impressed, not realizing he had such culinary skills. For dessert, we enjoyed rich red velvet cake and fruity white wine. The day, fueled by our earlier passion, ended with us falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the day’s events melting away as we drifted off together.