Chapter 28
Quinnly
Naomi didn’t protest when I told her I was going to Lincoln’s house for the night and that I would be at the cemetery tomorrow to visit Paps. She knew it wouldn’t do any good.
Driving into the city the sun sets against the glass buildings and skyscrapers. Pinks, oranges, and golden tones bounce off the metal creating a soft glow in the highrise apartment Lincoln brings me up to.
It’s modern, exactly what I expected from him.
Everything’s all clean lines, square fixtures, and modern colors, with glossy cabinets that line the far wall along with a large island in grays and creams. There’s a low back couch sitting in the center of the room and a fireplace with an empty mantel just waiting for my big surprise.
“It’s been a long day,” Lincoln says, taking our bags to the left where a hallway leads to what I’m assuming is the bedroom. Slinging my backpack off my shoulders, rushing over to the mantel, I make quick work of arranging my present to him before he gets back.
Appearing in the entryway to the hall he eyes me where I’ve perched on the island after having found the box of Pop-Tarts in his cabinets.
He does his little laugh-scoff and shakes his head, “Make yourself at home, Menace.”
Walking over to me, he swipes one of the strawberry pastries out of the silver foil and takes a bite.
“I hope for your sake, you have more,” I complain, watching him chew and swallow before smiling down at me.
“Or what?” Leaning down, his lips brush my temple as his hands bracket my legs. His tattoos are eye level, and as I gobble my sugar goodness, I kick my legs out forcing him backward. Skipping back to my bag, I pull out the pack of markers I shoved in there from the house.
“I want to color your tattoos.”
His face can’t seem to settle on an expression, covering his mouth with his hand, he runs it down to the scar I left on his neck, so close to the tattoo of a skull. “That’s not happening.”
“Why not?” Stomping my foot, I look around at all the non-personality. “This place needs some life. I’m gonna shower, change, put on my taco slippers, and when I get back you’re going to let me color your tattoos.”
Not giving him time to respond, I kick off my boots and walk down the hallway, humming as I go.
Looking in a few of the doors along the hall, I eventually find the bathroom.
A shower will do me good, and cool me down.
I dislike being told no once I have my mind set on something, especially without being told why.
My cherry dress and cardigan covered in holes offers me more comfort than most clothes.
Probably because Paps bought them for me, and even though I never typically rewear clothing–because I don’t form attachments to things–I will never discard these.
Wrapping my hair up in a bun, I throw on my taco slippers and step out into the main area.
Lincoln has his shirt off, squishy tummy on display as he sits on the island leaned back on his hands. My markers are spread out beside him, and he sighs. “Come on then.”
With a squeal I run over, situating myself between his legs and planting my lips on his. The cool metal of his lip ring bites into my lip and when I lean back, his face softens a fraction.
“You like me, huh?” I giggle.
“Perhaps.”
Popping off the cap to a dark blue marker, I eye him once more and he nods with a shy smile I’ve never seen before.
The first stroke of ink on his skin makes me giggle, and as I continue, throwing marker caps wherever they land, I enjoy the contact of his skin under mine.
How his hand has wrapped around my side and his head tips back just slightly, enough that his eyes half close and he looks peaceful.
“I never thought I’d see the day you were so… relaxed,” I whisper, enjoying our time like this unbothered.
He grunts out an acknowledgement, hand tightening on my waist.
“Does this tickle?” I ask, trying to hide my laughter.
“Yeah, Menace,” his smile sends tiny shock waves to my system. Leaning in once more, I stop just shy of his lips and wait.
His breath tickles my lips, inch by inch he comes closer, “Don’t look at me like that, it gives a man ideas.”
“If that idea is that I’d like to cash in on that edging you promised, it’s the right one.”
His laugh is loud, boisterous even. Using his other hand, he smooths back my hair away from where it had fallen in my face during my coloring session and his palm cradles my cheek.
“I went easy on you last time,” he attempts to warn and it’s my turn to laugh. His hand moves down to my other hip, now with them both firmly planted on either side of me, he molds my body into his and presses his lips to mine.
It’s not like any other kiss he’s given me, this is real.
It makes me feel… possessive, and I immediately know that I never want to give this up. He is mine forever.
I’m keeping him.
Something in this kiss makes my brain erupt in colors, hot bright orange assaults my senses as he kisses me harder.
His hands squeeze in a hot pink blaze of desire as he massages my flesh, gripping my dress and ripping it over my head. Tangling in the black mesh of my cardigan, we separate just long enough to untangle before our mouths meet again.
My hands tug at his jeans, pulling the button open under his belly and he stands, allowing me to drag the denim to the floor. My knees pop as I kneel before him, his boxers stretch across his swollen cock, and I grab a fist full of him over the cotton.
His hissed inhale is the only noise apart from my heavy breaths.
I’ve waited so long to have more of him, to taste him.
The tips of my fingers hook under his waistband and pull, his perfect fucking cock bounces free and I waste no time.
Wrapping my lips around his tip and closing my eyes, I savor the salty taste of him as I lick the slit with my tongue teasing out a drop of precum.
He feels divine, and heavy on my tongue.
Taking him deeper into my mouth, his hand finds my hair, tugging and groaning.
My hands run up his muscled legs, one wrapping around the base of his dick as I work as much of him into my throat as I can.
My other hand cradles his magnificently soft balls, massaging them as he cants his hips, begging me without words to work faster.
Bobbing my head, I work him further until his fist pulls me back so I’m staring up at him, spit trailing from my lips to his cock. His green irises burn so bright as he looks at me. Hauling me gently to my feet, he kicks off his pants and hoists me into his arms.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I can feel the length of his cock fitted in between the cheeks of my ass, and it’s hot as hell imagining him taking me there.
Spinning us and setting me on the cold island, he positions me close enough to the edge that his cock reaches my cunt without strain. He wastes no time, shoving inside of my pussy, filling me with blue flames.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I whisper into his ear, nails digging into his shoulders as he pistions inside me.
His cheeks shift up against mine as he holds us together, and I sink my teeth into his ear. Ripping away with a snarl, he eyes the blood on my lips before pulling out, tossing me over his shoulder with a yelp, and carrying me to the couch.
“Joke’s on you, I enjoy being manhandled,” I quip, pulling him down on top of me. His cock finds my slick cunt easily, sliding back in and driving me toward the brink of a red-hot orgasm. My muscles tense, my spine arches, and he pulls out again, biting my nipple hard enough to draw blood.
“Not yet, Menace,” he growls, bending down and licking up the blood he drew. “I’m a man of my word, and I promised to edge you into insanity.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I reach toward him gripping his throat, right where his scar is.
“Fuck. Me.”
He smirks, thrusts back inside and moves faster. Sweat beads on his forehead as my moans grow louder with every thrust, and I feel my walls start to pulse.
Lincoln does this four more times until I’m practically crying from frustration and exhaustion. I’m ready to tie him to this bed, plunge my scissors into each of his fucking hands, and ride him until I get what I want.
“Hmmm. Would you like to cum, my little psycho?” He whispers in a groan after pulling out of me–again. Reaching between our slick bodies he pinches my clit, cutting off my orgasm–again, and I scream.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I beg, wiggling my hips, forcing him back inside me, deeper. Looping his arm under my knee, he forces it forward nearly to my head and I cry out in utter bliss at the angle and depth of his cock.
“Are you going to be a good little Menace for me?” He asks, pumping harder into me. The lewd sounds of us together only stand to drive me higher and higher into delight. “Will you give me what I’ve earned, what I crave?”
“Always,” I moan, gripping his ass and pressing my nails into him. “Please, Lincoln.”
As if saying his name while we’re locked together unravelled all his carefully woven desire, he explodes. Dipping down and sucking my nipple into his mouth, he bites and my whole body bends to his will.
My orgasm rockets through me. Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before surges through my body, and my scream of pleasure is in perfect company once he finds his release within me and lets out his own roar.
“That’s right, Menace, this cunt is forever ruined for anyone else.” He kisses me, peppering my face with his lips, running his nose along my neck to my collarbone. He’s still inside me, so large that even soft he takes up ample space. “You’re mine now. Just as I am, and have always been, yours.”
“Took you long enough, Shadow.”
Lifting up, he gently pulls out, and offers me his hand, then scoops me up into his arms and turns.
There’s a moment when I’m weightless, almost flying, and I giggle.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. That?” He demands, walking over to his mantel.
I can’t suppress my laughter enough to explain before he’s throwing me over his shoulder once again, and carrying me to the shower. He spends an obscene amount of time between my legs worshipping, and cleaning himself from my pussy with his tongue.
Thank God for the bench in his shower because my mind goes black, just as my legs give way.