Racers of Royal Oaks （Excerpt） #3
Just as she was adjusting to the onslaught of pleasure he gave her with his tongue, Linc slipped a finger between her folds and pumped slowly in and out of her pussy.
She was so wet for him she felt her own desire on the inside of her thighs, mingling with his tongue, coating his fingers, as he added yet a second one to join the first. Rochelle balanced on the knife’s edge, the pleasure blurring around the corners with the pain of denied release.
It was intense and all-encompassing, and then…
and then…Linc stroked her clit with his free hand as he continued to pump and lick, and the sensation turned her body to a type of molten flame guaranteed to burn everything in its path.
And then he pinched.
It was the contrast of sweetness and hardness that sent her absolutely throttling into her release, biting her knuckles to keep from screaming out his name as she came hard and fast, all blinding light and rushes of sound and silence bursting around her.
There was no garage, no party, no house, no past. It was only Rochelle and Linc, giving and taking and giving again.
Her body absolutely vibrated with the power of her pleasure, pleasure he had given her, pleasure she would never forget as long as she lived.
Linc slowly came up from below her dress and the heat in his eyes, the plumpness of his lips, glistening with her desire, nearly made her come again right then and there.
Would she ever get enough of this man? Of the promises he gave?
Of the way he always delivered? It was a dangerous thought, to be sure, but all she could really focus on was more.
More Linc. More touching. More pleasure. More something.
“When I lie in bed at night,” he said, swiping his slick finger across her bite-swollen lip, “I am going to think about the way you feel coming around me, Ellie. I’m going to remember the tremble in your thighs…
” He gripped her hip just a little too hard and pleasure shot through her desperate, wracking body.
“The sounds you make when you come on my tongue.” He paused and held her gaze.
“The way you taste.” And then he slipped his finger into her mouth.
Rochelle sucked him down, taking him between her lips and embracing the blooming, aching heat of desire that accompanied her own pleasure. It should have been wrong, to want to taste herself on his skin, but the depravity of it only made her crave more. Made her crave him.
So she sucked deeper, making a promise she had every intention of keeping. Especially when Linc groaned deep, a sound torn from the back of his throat.
“So fucking sweet,” he said quietly. “But God, Ellie, the things I’d do for your darkness.”
“Tell me.” That wasn’t her own voice. Was it?
Linc’s grin was wicked and promising all its own, and her nipples hardened to tight painful points beneath her fine dress. If even a smile could push her to the edge of coming, imagine what she could do with the rest of him.
“I’d start by stripping you down,” he said.
He reached up her leg and slowly began to remove her panties.
They were soaked and wet with her desire, and Rochelle felt entirely uninhibited in that moment.
So she let him push her panties down until they fell around her ankles.
Then she raised one high-heeled leg and let him pull them off the rest of the way, watching in equal parts desire and heated shame as he took them from her and inhaled deeply.
Then he pocketed them in his dark jeans.
“See, I don’t want you stripped all the way,” he added. “I don’t have the patience for that, Ellie. I’m too desperate for you.” He stepped forward, and made quick work of the buckle and buttons of his pants.
And then he was pulling his cock free from his jeans and Rochelle couldn’t help her reaction to him, the way her body ached for so much more, to be filled and taken and marked and claimed. By Linc. If only for this moment.
“I’ve come so many times thinking about the way you’d feel wrapped around my cock,” he said.
It felt like a promise. Like a threat. “I’ve stroked myself and gripped the sheets and imagined you riding me, taking me so good.
” He was stroking himself now and it was impossible to look away from him.
There was something about the beauty of his cock, contrasted against the dark tattoos of his stroking hand that made Rochelle want to mewl like a cat.
“Take me,” she murmured, whispered. Begged. Breathed. “Please. Inside me. Now.”
“I will never get tired of hearing you beg,” he replied, but his hands shook ever so slightly as he pulled a condom from his pocket and wrapped himself in one fluid motion.
And then he was right there, right at her entrance, their bodies half hidden by her bunched dress and the shadows of the garage, but none of that mattered.
All that mattered was Linc. Filling her and taking her. Completing her.
He slid in slowly and the feeling was pleasure coiled in desperation, and she took him inch by agonizingly slow inch, each one catching her breath and making her clench around him.
And then he was seated all the way inside her, and Rochelle couldn’t help but let out a soft sob, one that Linc caught with his lips and swallowed in a kiss that was altogether too rough and not nearly rough enough.
“Mine.” He murmured, though she wasn’t entirely sure she was supposed to hear that. And then she wasn’t hearing much of anything at all, except for the blood pulsing in her ears as he slowly, oh-so-fucking slowly, began to move.
And it was glorious. All that she had been aching for and so much more. Right up until a knock sounded at the door.
“Linc, are you in there?”
He was going to kill his best friend.
Later. After.
Because right now Linc was buried so deep in Ellie’s tight, hot pussy that he wasn’t entirely sure where his body ended and her body began, and all he wanted to do was get some fucking friction before he exploded.
Below him, Ellie let out the softest mewl of desperation, and would he ever tire of the way she gave over to him, of how she let herself go when they touched? He didn’t think so. He also didn’t think that getting caught with his pants down—again—was a great addition to the night.
“Shh.” Linc placed his hand over Ellie’s mouth and adjusted to better hold her weight.
That was a mistake. The new position allowed him even deeper into the hold of her sweet body, and the sensations were so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that Linc suddenly found himself believing in God. Or something.
“Just a minute,” he called, and it was a fucking miracle that his voice didn’t crack.
He had only just slid into Ellie’s waiting body and already his control was fraying, threatening to rip apart completely.
She was so tight, her slick, sweet pussy squeezing him like he was the last thing tethering her to this worldly plane, and he wanted to give her everything.
If Ellie lost her sense of control and propriety around him, it was nothing compared to the way Linc felt like a wild predator anytime she got near.
Hell, just watching her share that chaste kiss with the stuffy, buttoned-up asshole on the balcony had been enough to drive him to the brink.
Enough to have him losing his senses and taking her right here in this garage-slash-carriage house where just anyone could find them. Evidently.
“Linc.” Noah was doing the thing he always did when Linc’s mood got dark and he became a menace to the people who tried to love him.
It was soft and understanding and it never failed to make him more irritated, even as he recognized it for the love language that it was.
But right now, he had absolutely no interest in analyzing the relationship he had with his closest friend, not when he could have been making Ellie shake and come apart around him. Which gave him a rather wonderful idea.
“Linc, I know this is all kinds of fucked up, us being here, but you don’t have to beat yourself up over it.”
Linc pulled away from Ellie, dragging his cock across her swollen pussy lips with agonizing slowness. She shook her head, since his hand was still over her mouth, but Linc just continued to move as slowly as possibly, sliding back into her waiting pussy before he responded to Noah through the door.
“I’m all right, man,” he said. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
Out again, slowly, oh-so-fucking slowly, and then back into her waiting heat.
It was agonizing and deliberate and as much a torment for him as it was for her.
But if it meant he got to watch the way her face contorted in pleasure with every touch, every stroke and slide of his cock, he’d suffer a thousand times over.
Ellie undone, with her hair mussed and her lips swollen and puffy from kissing, was a sight to behold and he would beg for mercy every fucking time he saw it.
“Is Ellie in there with you?” Noah was trying a different tack.
Linc looked down at the soft, pliant woman in his arms. He moved his hand away from her mouth and nodded for her to respond.
The risk of this, the potential to get caught, not just by Noah, but by any of the stuffy snobs up in the main house, made it all that much hotter.
If Ellie was found here in her garage with a guy that looked like him, all tattoos and ripped jeans, there would be hell to pay for both of them.