Racers of Royal Oaks （Excerpt） #4
The fact that she didn’t care, that she was as wrapped around his body as he was around her, made his cock swell and balls ache.
It was like the first time all over again, desperation surging through his blood and pushing him closer and closer to the brink of madness.
And, of course, it was the same girl. Ellie was all woman now, lush and soft, but she’d always been Linc’s Achilles heel, always been able to pull something wild and desperate from him and to make just a little of that shell he’d drawn up around his heart crack.
“I’m here, Noah,” she managed to call back, and it was amazing how calm her voice sounded.
Especially since Linc took that moment to pull his cock all the way out of her and slide back in with a single, aching stroke.
He bit down on his bottom lip so hard that he tasted the metallic burst of blood, but God, it was worth it if it meant he got to keep burying his cock in her sweet heat again and again. “What’s up?”
If Linc hadn’t been witness to the way she was gripping her silk pink dress in two tight fists, or the wild look in her shiny, glazed eyes, he wouldn’t have known that she was holding on to her sanity for dear life.
The mask she pulled over herself was more than impressive, and he knew it had to be hard-won.
But given that he could feel every time her pussy pulsed around him, could hear her breathy little moans as he circled her swollen nipple with his thumb, he knew she was fighting hard to stay in control.
It was a control he desperately wanted to break.
So he pulled out and spun her around until she was pressed up against the wall, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her sweet, wet pussy on full display for him.
He slipped three fingers in and her body welcomed him, wet and hot and so fucking tight that he couldn’t tease, couldn’t tempt her a moment longer.
Instead, he pressed his cock right back into her waiting pussy, wrapping a hand around to cover her mouth in the final second.
She let out a long, low growl and Linc knew that he was running out of time, that they were running out of time.
“Your cousin is looking for you,” Noah said through the closed door. “What should I tell her?”
“Tell her…” Ellie managed to free her mouth from behind his hand. “Tell her I’m a little tied up in something right now”—fucking understatement of the century—”but I’ll be there in a few.”
“Sounds good.” How did Noah not know? Or did he know?
Linc was having a hard time finding his up from his down and he definitely wasn’t going to be able to work out whatever kinks or predilections his best friend had at that moment.
“I’m glad you guys are working your shit out. Come find me when you’re done.”
Linc waited until Noah’s steps faded away and then he was driving deep and hard and fast into Ellie’s body, taking her with such an intensity he thought they might both just burst apart.
She met his pace stroke for stroke, thrusting her ass out to better take him, and God, there was nothing better in the world than having this woman below him, above him, beside him.
Linc didn’t care which, only that this couldn’t be the last time, and this couldn’t be the last way.
If the way they came together was any indication, this was predestined by the fucking universe.
“I can’t believe you,” Ellie said, between soft, desperate moans of pleasure. “I can’t believe you made me talk to him while your cock was inside me.”
He reached around and stroked her swollen clit, loving the way her cunt squeezed around his cock at the touch.
“It turned you on,” he said in response, his tone barely recognizable under the deep, rough growl. “You like being on display, you like the risk. I bet you’d let me fuck you right on the balcony, where anyone could see.”
“Brute,” she shot back. “I would not.”
He slid his thumb across her clit again, swollen and slippery and such a hot button of pleasure that it almost made him lose his mind.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said. He paused the rocking of his hips, though it took more control than he’d ever needed in his entire fucking life.
“Not lying.” It came out on a breathy moan. “Please move. Linc.” He would never, ever get tired of the way she begged for his cock. But right now…
“Tell me the truth and I’ll let you come,” he said. “Otherwise, I’m not moving.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not lying.”
He leaned down, so their bodies were tight and close and they were as fully and completely consumed with each other as possible.
“Really?” he asked. “You really don’t want to be on display, fucked for an audience, a filthy, sweet little slut who follows my every direction.
You don’t want me to fill your every fucking hole until you’re whimpering and begging for me in front of anyone who will listen? Tell me the truth now, Ellie.”
“Fuck. Yes, I want it.” The words were torn from her. “I want to be used and taken and marked by you, Linc, please.”
And he gave her what she wanted, pounding into her, stroking her clit, groping her swollen breast until she completely broke apart below him, sobbing and moaning and squeezing his cock as she came.
And he followed, because he would always follow Ellie, filling her and letting her take him down the path of utter ruin right by her side.