Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
LINCOLN
The door slammed behind us, muffling the thrum of music and conversation from inside as I steered Willa around the corner of the building.
We were alone. Technically.
The alley was quiet and dark, the lights from the parking lot casting shadows against the brick wall.
She stumbled slightly on the uneven concrete and muttered a curse. I caught her elbow, steadying her with one hand, even as the other itched to press her up against the brick and see how fast I could make her fall apart.
She glanced at me, chin tipped in defiance, eyes sparking like she knew exactly what I was thinking. “What do you want to lose at next, husband?”
Goddamn, I loved her sass.
I glanced around the alley. Shadowed. Creepy. The kind of place no sane man would bring the woman he wanted to worship.
Too bad I was a man on the brink.
She’d driven me wild inside. Bending over the pool table, taunting me with that lush ass hidden just beneath the flirty hem of her sundress and her insane tits damn near spilling out of the top.
It was a wonder I didn’t poke someone’s eye out with the wood I’d been rocking the entire game, all thanks to my gorgeous-as-fuck wife.
We weren’t alone out here. Not really. The sounds that poured out of the front door every time it opened—music, conversation, laughter—reminded me as much. We could be caught any second.
But that only made me harder.
And from the way Willa stared at me, her eyes dark, cheeks flushed, lips parted, she was just as turned on as I was.
“I’ve got a game for us, wife.” I stepped into her, my front pressed to her back as I crowded her face first against the brick. “First one to make a sound loud enough to draw attention loses.”
Glancing at me over her shoulder, she huffed out a noise that sounded like half laugh, half warning. “Linc—”
“Shh,” I murmured, dropping to my knees on the pavement behind her and skimming my hands up the outsides of her thighs, below the hem of her dress. “Did you wear this specifically to torment me tonight?”
“Not everything is about you, jackass,” she said, though the words came out breathy. Stuttered.
Already half gone, and I’d barely touched her.
“Well, it did.” I wrapped my hands around her upper thighs and tugged her hips back toward me.
She stumbled a bit, catching herself on the brick wall for balance. “Lincoln. We can’t do this here.”
“Would you rather I fuck you over the pool table like I thought about doing that entire game?” I flipped her skirt up, groaning low at the view presented to me—generous ass, thick hips I wanted to dig my fingers into, and a pair of white panties getting in the way of the best view of all.
White, completely soaked panties.
“Seriously,” she hissed, glancing down at me. “Someone’s going to—”
“Quiet now,” I said, hooking a finger into her panties and dragging them to the side. “It’s my alone time with your pussy. She and I need to have a little chat.”
“I swear to god—”
I cut her off with my mouth, swiping my tongue through her slit and groaning at how fucking wet she already was. My wife was a filthy little liar, pretending she didn’t want this right here, right now, when she was already rocking back against my face, whimpers and moans leaving her lips.
“Shh…” I grinned against her, sliding two fingers into her cunt and going straight for her trigger. “Don’t get us caught, baby.”
She glanced down at me, pressing her lips together and trying to stifle her sounds.
Trying and failing.
Every time the bar door creaked open, her thighs tensed, her body going rigid. But I kept right on, my tongue focused. Relentless. Desperate to get her there.
She might’ve been worried someone would walk out here, but I didn’t care if they found us like this. Me on my knees for my wife, her come dripping down my chin, her orgasm squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.
Hell, I half wanted everyone to see this. Just so they’d know she was mine. That she came for me and me alone.
“Linc…” she breathed, just a whisper in the night, but it made everything in me tighten, my cock jerking at the sound.
I groaned into her cunt, flicking my tongue against her clit and sinking another finger inside, curling them to brush that spot inside her.
“God,” she choked out, her moan cut off as she slapped a hand across her mouth. Her thighs shook, her pussy leaking that cinnamon sweetness all over my tongue, my mouth, my chin.
“That’s it, hellcat,” I murmured against her. “Be a good fucking girl and give it to me.”
“I’m so close…” She tipped her hips back even more, reaching behind herself and tangling her fingers in my hair like she didn’t know if she wanted to push me away or hold me there forever.
She was tightening…tightening…tightening around my fingers, so fucking close to flying. And then the door opened, voices spilled out, and Willa fucking ignited.
Her entire body shook as she came apart against my tongue, her moans barely stifled by her hand. And fuck me. I had absolutely no hope of holding myself back after that.
I stood, licking my lips as I dragged the back of my hand across my chin, watching her as her legs shook, her entire body trembling. Her lips were parted as she sucked in ragged breaths, her eyes glassy like she didn’t know what day it was.
She looked wrecked and wild and desperate for more.
She looked like mine.
“That’s one,” I murmured into her ear, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock, already hard and aching for her. “Time to give me another one, wife. This time, I want to feel that perfect pussy squeeze my cock when you do.”
She let out a tiny sound, something helpless and needy, and I was done for.
I swiped my cock through her slit before lining myself up and pushing inside. Slow and steady, my thighs quaking with the effort it took to hold myself back from slamming into her.
She sucked me in deeper, her pussy clenching around me like she wanted everything I had to give. And fuck me, but I almost gave in. Almost rammed inside her with one desperate thrust.
Instead, I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I slid deeper and deeper, pulling out and inching my way back in. Until finally, finally, I bottomed out.
“Fuck.” I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, fighting not to embarrass myself. She’d never let me live it down if I blew right now. But she was so goddamn tight, so fucking wet for me, I could barely think straight.
“Lincoln,” she breathed, reaching back to dig her nails into my ass. “God, you feel so good.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I pulled out and sank in again, biting my lip to hold back a groan.
I started slow, filling her with deep, grinding thrusts that dragged against every sensitive inch inside her. She was soaked, her pussy still fluttering around me from that first orgasm, and the way she responded made it damn near impossible to stay controlled.
Especially because I wanted her just like this—desperate and straining. Right on the edge of coming again while I fucked her in the shadows like she belonged to me.
I wanted her to belong to me.
“You feel how perfect we fit together?” I murmured into her ear. “Your sweet little cunt swallows me whole, doesn’t she? Like your body was made to take every inch I give her. Made only for me.”
Her breaths were ragged, her eyes wild as she stared back at me, those fingers digging into my ass and holding me to her. “Show me.”
That was it—the moment my tenuous hold on my control snapped.
“You want me to show you, wife?” I asked, pulling nearly all the way out, letting her feel how empty she was without me inside her. “I’ll show you exactly what it means to be mine.”
I sank into her then, hard and deep, my hips slapping against her ass as she cried out softly with every thrust. “This sweet little cunt was made for my cock, wife. And she fucking knows it.”
Willa bit her lip to keep quiet, but her body spilled every secret she tried to keep locked up tight. The way she pushed back into my pumping hips, the way she trembled around me, the way her pussy squeezed my dick like she didn’t want to let me go.
“Every time I fuck you, it gets harder to stop. Harder to walk away. You keep gripping me like you want to keep me.” I wrapped my hand around the front of her throat, not to squeeze but just to hold her there.
Right where I wanted her. Right where I needed her.
Against her ear, I murmured, “You wanna keep me, wife?”
“Lincoln,” she cried out, and as much as I wanted to chastise her for the noise, an equal part of me wanted her to do it again. Louder this time. So everyone could hear exactly what I was doing to her.
“You want everyone to know what we’re doing back here?
” I reached around and strummed her clit, my hips slapping against her ass as I fucked her in quick, shallow strokes.
“Scream my name then, hellcat. Let everyone come. I don’t care if the whole goddamn town sees what it looks like when I make my wife fall apart. ”
“Oh god,” she breathed. “I’m—”
Her words cut off on a moan, long and low, and then her pussy was squeezing me so damn tight as she fell apart, I had no hope of holding out a second longer. Not when her cunt was pulsing around me, begging for every drop.
“Fuck, Willa. Gonna come so deep. Gonna fill you up, wife.”
I spilled inside her with a muffled groan against her neck, my hips jerking once…twice…before I finally stilled. Every muscle taut, every thought wiped clean from my mind except one.
Mine.