Chapter 16
SOFIA
Lincoln’s mouth crashed onto mine in a kiss that made my toes curl. My blood itself felt like it had caught fire under his talented mouth.
When I’d kissed him back on our makeshift bench, I hadn’t been expecting things to escalate. I’d wanted them to, but our conversation had been more of a heart to heart than a fuck-me-now kind of thing.
With Lincoln, though, there was an edge of fuck me now to every conversation. As soon as I saw him, almost all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off. Unfortunately, the only other thing I wanted was to talk to and get to know him better.
There was a lot more to him than what met the eye, regardless of how unbelievably handsome what met the eye was.
The guy was undeniably hot, so sexy that those panties I’d just handed over had been drenched from just kissing him, and yet I’d have happily spent the rest of the night sitting there just talking to him.
I wonder if that’s part of getting older, too.
Before I could obsess too much about it, his fingers trailed from my hips to my shoulders. They hooked effortlessly under the straps of the cotton sundress I was wearing, toying with them but not sliding them off.
He broke the kiss, fire blazing in his eyes. “Turn around for me, Sofia. Put your hands on the pillar and don’t move them until I say so.”
His voice was deep and commanding as he issued the order, and an unexpected thrill ran down my spine. I complied without hesitating for a moment. It also became clear to me then that, despite his alleged lack of ambition, the man was a natural-born leader.
And it wasn’t just because he had his hands on me. I wasn’t that far gone yet. I’d simply heard enough orders issued in my life to know the tone of a true-born commander when I heard it. Whatever it was, Lincoln definitely had it.
He brought his hands back to my shoulders, caressing them as he slid first the right then the left strap off. The movements were painstakingly slow, like he was enjoying dragging this out.
My back arched, and my pulse thrummed in my clit. I was aching for him, knowing even though we’d only been together one night before that I wouldn’t be left high and dry. My inner muscles squeezed around nothing, and a soft whimpering sound came out of me.
Linc chuckled darkly against the skin on my throat, his tongue licking and his teeth grazing against my exposed flesh. When he was finally done with the straps, he tugged the material free of my arms, and the fabric pooled around my waist.
A sharp intake of breath came from behind me when I felt his heat move away from me, his hands skimming under the dress until they landed on my bare butt. “You have the best fucking ass, Sofia. I swear. Every time I watch you walk in front of me, I get hard.”
I doubted it, but when I made a sound to that effect, I got a light spank for my efforts. It wasn’t really my thing, but everything felt good when he did it. “Thank you. Yours isn’t so bad, either.”
No reply came, but his fingers dug into my flesh and then trailed to my hips, over my hipbones, and to my thighs.
He was driving me crazy. I needed him to touch me, but he didn’t seem to be in any rush.
“Look at me,” he commanded quietly.
Again, I complied immediately. Turning to face him, I saw that his expression was one of pure lust. His eyelids were heavy, his lips were parted, and it seemed like he’d completely forgotten about our very public setting.
It did all the things to me, seeing him looking at me that way. My knees threatened to buckle, but he moved forward to pin me against the pillar with his hips. The weight of his body holding me against the cool concrete felt so damn good that my eyes fell closed.
My senses were on high alert as I swam in the sea of sensation he was causing, but what got to me most was his scent.
He smelled like ocean and salt and man. I knew we were right next to the ocean, but his scent was distinct from the others in the air, like he’d soaked up a piece of Maine and brought it here with him.
When his fingertips grazed my skin again, I shuddered. It occurred to me that I should have been worried about getting caught. What I’d thought would be a hard and fast quickie was turning out to be anything but that.
I was so wrapped up in every touch that I couldn’t worry, though. Nothing mattered more than his hands on me and his warm, wet mouth on my neck. He kissed a path over my jawline to my lips. I leaned into him and pressed my body even closer to his.
I moaned loudly when I felt how hard he was against my stomach. Anticipation coursed hot and heavy through my veins, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
I rocked my hips, rubbing my achy core against him, but it wasn’t enough. “Lincoln.”
My voice came out breathy, but it didn’t persuade him to give in to my body’s demands. He slid a slow hand up my thigh instead, catching my lower lip with the thumb of his free hand.
I could only stare at him as he dragged it over my lip. I flicked my tongue out to lick around his pad.
A low, throaty groan fell from his lips as he drew his finger away from my mouth and shook his head, giving me a sexy smirk. “None of that now. We don’t have time for teasing.”
“We don’t?” I cupped a hand over his rock-hard erection, tightening my grip. “Then why are your pants still on and why are you teasing me?”
Lincoln lowered his head to plant a kiss on my neck. His hands moved to my back as he whispered into my ear. “I don’t want to fuck you until you’re ready. I won’t risk hurting you, Sofia.”
“Trust me. You won’t.” An unexpected flash of warmth flared through me at his words. I didn’t need to be made to feel like some precious princess, but it was nice to know he cared enough to even think about my comfort. “I’m so ready.”
“Yeah?” He nipped at my lip, his hands sliding around my back to unhook my bra expertly. Letting his fingertips trail over my bare skin, he slowly explored every inch of me. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
The ache building between my thighs was becoming unbearable. Not even squeezing my ample thighs together as tightly as they could go provided much relief. “Go ahead then. I think you’ll be satisfied.”
“Oh, I will be,” he said confidently.
Continuing his trail of languid kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, he shifted to plant a kiss on my chest. My hands flew into his hair as he sucked a nipple into his wet mouth. He flicked it with his tongue before releasing it to pinch it between his teeth.
My breathing was becoming heavy and ragged, but so was his. When his palm crept over my skin to cup my mound, I released a moan between my panting breaths.
“God, you’re wet,” he ground out as his fingers slid through my folds, his breathing hard against my ear. “I’m going to slide my fingers into your dripping pussy now, baby. You ready?”
My eyes flew wide open. The mouth on this guy was insane. I wasn’t shy at all, but I had never been with anyone who was so effortless and filthy with the dirty talk. Nor had I ever taken it quite that far myself.
Lincoln clearly expected an answer, though. His thick fingers had halted in their descent.
“Yes,” I whispered into the warm night air. “Please.”
I felt his lips move into a smirk against my skin before he brought them back to mine. My hands danced under the edge of his shirt, seeking out that delectable washboard on his abdomen.
Meanwhile, his fingers kept teasing me. They would move closer and closer to where I wanted them, but then he’d back off again. My legs had started shaking at some point, and I felt Lincoln stiffen for a fraction of a second when he noticed it.
The next time his hands got close to the mark, they didn’t stop. A strangled cry tore out of me when he finally touched me the way I wanted him to.
His rhythm was steady, his touch feather light as he stroked my clit like he was apologizing for all the torture he’d put us through. My fingers flexed on the hard lines of his stomach while I spread my legs farther, needing him to go deeper.
Luckily, the guy didn’t need my words to know what I wanted. He dipped a broad finger into me, and my already weakened legs nearly gave out. It was only the pressure of his body against mine keeping me upright.
“Don’t stop, Linc,” I gasped out between moans. “Please don’t stop.”
His fingers moved faster, deeper, and he kissed me again. Harder this time. Between kisses, he murmured his assurances to me. “Never, baby. I won’t stop.”
Tension knotted between my legs. I was seconds away, and he was so attuned to my body that he gave me exactly what I needed.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Pleasure welled up and spread through me on his next stroke. The knot of tension finally released. Groaning his name, I toppled over the edge of oblivion and found my release.
Lincoln held me up, pressing me into the pillar with his strong hips as he stroked me back down to earth.
“I love hearing my name when you come for me,” he murmured against my skin. His voice was low and husky. So darn sexy. “Think I’ll get to hear it again?”
I wanted him deep inside me, so I ran my hands down his back and to his waistband. “I think you could, but only if it’s with you.”
“I definitely have no objections with that.” He produced a foil packet from his back pocket and stuck it between his teeth. Lowering his hands to his fly, he undid his button and unzipped so fast I hardly saw his fingers moving.
I shoved the jeans and elastic of his underwear down, lifting it over his enormous, fully engorged cock before kicking it down to his ankles with my feet.
Lincoln rolled the latex down his shaft, moving his hands to my ass when he was done. While I was already panting for him again, he paused and locked his eyes on mine. “You’re sure about this, right?”
My fingers closed around his chin as I brought his face closer to mine. “What if I say no?”
He nipped at my lower lip, then stuck his out. “If you say no, then we stop. My balls won’t ever stop being blue, but I mean—”