Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
WILLA
After Lincoln slanted his mouth against mine, deepening the kiss enough to make my clit throb, I snapped, suddenly, overwhelmingly needing more.
I gripped his shoulders, hooking a leg over his hip like I could climb right up his body. Like maybe being closer would settle this hum burning under my skin.
“Jesus, Willa.” He anchored a hand beneath my thigh and held me there. “Your back…”
“Is fine,” I murmured against his mouth, my hands tight around his neck. “Just don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Instead, he groaned and lifted me like I weighed nothing. Like carrying me, handling me, was second nature for him.
And through it all, he didn’t let up. His kisses were intoxicating in a way I was tired of fighting.
Really, what was the big deal if I liked kissing my fake husband?
What was so bad about wanting to grind my pussy against him?
About satisfying this need inside me that I couldn’t ever achieve with anyone else?
With my ass cupped in his hands, he walked over and sank down into one of the armchairs. He leaned back, his thighs spread, his body a solid wall of muscle beneath me. I settled on top of him, my legs straddling his, and whimpered when the head of his cock brushed against my clit just right.
“Willa,” he growled, rough and needy. He clenched his hands against my hips, whether to hold me still or guide me over him, I didn’t know. “You said just kissing. Nothing more.”
I froze for half a second, the pounding of my heart and my clit overriding common sense. Overriding every ounce of self-preservation I had. “I changed my mind.”
He stared at me for long moments, his gaze sweeping over me in a way that felt filthier than anyone’s touch ever had.
Finally, he swore under his breath and lifted his hands from my body to settle them on the arms of the chair instead.
His eyes were heavy lidded, his pupils blown wide as he stared at me.
“You made me promise, hellcat. Made me swear I couldn’t charm your panties off.”
“You’re not charming me,” I said, desperate now. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so hot…so needy…in my entire life. “Just touch me.”
“That’s what you want?”
“I just told you it was. Don’t make me beg for it.”
“You want my hands on you? You want my mouth? Want me to flip you over and fuck that attitude you love to give me so damn much straight out of you?”
I couldn’t hope to hold back a whimper or my frantic nod as I envisioned each of those scenarios. Who the hell was this man? And why the hell did I like him so much?
Lincoln leaned in, close enough that he caught my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. “Tough shit. You already set the rules, Willa. And now we’re gonna play by them.”
Groaning, I closed my eyes, gripping his shoulders tightly as I rocked over him again, my entire body shaking with need.
“You’re being a jackass,” I said a lot breathier than I intended.
“And you’re being a brat. I gave you a promise, and I’m going to keep it.”
“I hate you for this,” I said, though it came out sounding a hell of a lot like, make me come.
“I tell you what, wife.” He leaned back, arms spread, looking like a damn king, all cocky and sure, and I hated how much I loved it.
“What?”
He glanced between us, his jaw ticking. His attention was locked on where I was grinding against him, my shorts already dark with my arousal.
“If you still want it when the front of my sweats aren’t wet from your sweet little pussy, I’ll give it to you.
Whatever you want, whenever you want it.
But right now, you’re gonna take what you need from me. ”
It was so goddamn tempting. Especially when I felt like I was burning up from the inside out. Like I was finally on the precipice of something that had always been just out of reach.
But I couldn’t…could I?
This was Lincoln, the man who’d been a burr in my side for more than a decade.
The pain in the ass I usually couldn’t get away from fast enough.
I shifted in his lap, ready to climb off and scurry my way upstairs because this was absolute madness.
But his cock settled right between my pussy lips, and I gasped as he dropped his head back on a groan.
Then I swore I felt him jerk against me, and all I could do was stare.
Somehow, I’d reduced Lincoln Steele to this—his entire body straining like he was seconds from coming undone—just by sitting in his lap. And that feeling was intoxicating as hell.
Without any input from my brain, my hips rolled over him again. Intentional this time, a slow drag against his cock, and I shuddered out a moan. God, this felt so damn good. The lace of my panties rubbed a tantalizing abrasion against my swollen clit, so I did it again.
And again.
And again.
And then I stopped pretending to hold myself back. I let myself go. Allowed myself just to feel and began rocking against him in earnest.
“Jesus Christ, look at you.” He stared down between us, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “So wet, I can feel you through the fabric. You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you, wife? You can’t help but use me to make that perfect cunt come.”
“God,” I choked out, collapsing against his chest. No longer caring what this looked like, what I sounded like, or what he was getting out of it.
For once, I only focused on how I felt.
“That’s it,” he said, low and encouraging. Like he was getting off on my pleasure alone. “Just like that. Rub that needy little clit on my cock. Make yourself feel good, hellcat.”
Something between a moan and a sob slipped out of my mouth as I pressed down harder, rolled my hips faster, gripped his shoulders tighter.
“There you go. Fuck, that’s my girl. So goddamn sweet when you ride me like this—like you fucking own me. So gorgeous when you stop pretending you don’t want this.”
That was exactly what I was doing. All the pretenses were gone now. And the only thing left was this need I couldn’t hope to hide.
“I want you to touch me so bad.” I dug my fingers into his shoulders, my forehead pressed to his as I rocked over him.
He let out a long, low curse, his hands tightening on the chair. But still, he didn’t move them. “I do too, baby. So fucking bad. Want to fill my hands with your perfect tits. Want to suck on your clit until you forget your own name. Want to swallow every bit of your come.”
“Fuck,” I whispered on a shudder, a buzz skating through my body at the combination of the feelings coursing through me and his words.
My sexual experiences were few and lackluster, to say the least. I’d definitely never been spoken to like this before. And I’d had no idea just how much I’d love it. Love how wild and free and wanted it made me feel.
“I bet you taste so fucking sweet, don’t you? Think I could get you to ride my face just like this? Grind that gorgeous pussy down on me until I can’t breathe? If your cunt was the last thing I tasted, I’d die a happy man, wouldn’t I, wife?”
“Linc—” I gasped, shuddering as my pussy clenched around nothing, for the first time in a long time desperate to be filled completely.
He gripped the chair so hard, his knuckles turned white. But still, his words, dark and filthy, kept coming. Kept cranking me higher. “Come on, wife. Soak my pants. Show me how fucking good it feels when you lose control.”
I had absolutely no hope of staying grounded after that. Not when his panting breaths matched mine. Not when my nipples were tight points, tingling with sensation. Not when I could feel him, hard as stone beneath me…right where I needed him.
I pressed my forehead against his as I rocked harder. Faster. Seeking more, even as my thighs shook and my stomach coiled tight, preparing for something I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
“Every time you roll that sweet pussy over me, I can feel how close you are. How bad you need to come. And you know what, hellcat?” He stared between us, his gaze locked on where I soaked the front of his sweatpants.
“You’re gonna do it. My pretty girl is gonna come just like this—still dressed, still in charge.
All over your husband’s cock. And you’re gonna fucking love it. ”
Everything centered to one point inside me before the explosion hit, bright and vibrant and earth-shattering.
My orgasm tore through me so violently, I couldn’t speak.
I just collapsed against him, bit down on his shoulder, and cried out as my body broke apart.
Lightning crashed through me, every inch inside me going hot and tight before coming completely undone.
“Fuck.” Lincoln’s head dropped back on a savage groan, his hips surging up to meet mine.
And this time, I was sure I felt it—his cock pulsed against me as he came, his body rigid beneath me, one long, drawn-out curse spilling from his lips.
Only then did he release his hold on the chair to cup my jaw and tug my face to his. He kissed me. Gently. Reverently. So different from the filth we’d just partaken in.
And I couldn’t do anything but kiss him back because I didn’t trust my thoughts or my voice. Didn’t trust how hard my heart was galloping in my chest or how my whole body felt wrecked and ravaged and yet somehow completely new.
Not because of what he’d done to me, but because of what he hadn’t.
He hadn’t touched me. Hadn’t taken over. Hadn’t demanded anything in return. And still, I’d unraveled in his lap like a ball of yarn knotted too tight with one string pulled just right.
Something I’d never done before in my life. Not with a partner… Not with anyone.
So I kissed him because I couldn’t look at him. Not yet. If I did, I was scared I’d see something I wasn’t ready for.
Or worse—something I already felt that I didn’t want to admit.