Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Britt was shocked. Who the hell was this guy dominating every one of her senses until she was a sweaty, panting mess, and what had he done with her best friend? She never imagined Linc would talk like that, nor that she’d respond so eagerly, but he did and she was.
With his fingers pumping into her and his thumb incessantly thrumming her clit, it wasn’t long before she was teetering on the edge.
“Linc,” she moaned, barely able to form words. Her legs started trembling as her best friend continued to stoke the heat inside her, destroying her senses in the best possible way. “I’m so close.”
“Give it to me, Zan,” he ordered gruffly. “You need to come right now because I’m dying to taste you.”
That did it. She splintered apart, mouth opening on a scream that never made it past her lips because the orgasm crashed through her with such force, it stole her breath away.
“That’s my girl,” Linc praised, withdrawing his fingers from her heat and sucking them into his mouth.
She felt dizzy. In fact, if she hadn’t been pinned between him and the door, she’d definitely crumple into a boneless heap at his feet.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He scooped up her numb body and carried her past the comfy couches in his family room, straight to the kitchen.
With a sweep of his hand, he knocked away a dishtowel, salt and pepper shakers, and something else that crashed onto the floor so he could set her down on the granite countertop.
“Only right I should feast on a chef in the kitchen, don’t you think?
” He hauled her butt to the edge of the counter and made quick work of discarding her shoes and underwear before stepping between her legs.
With the urgency of his movements, she expected him to drop to his knees immediately.
Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her.
She opened for him when he licked at her lips, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside.
The kiss was slow and sensual. Like a promise and a prayer wrapped into one.
She could taste the faint tang of her arousal on his lips. It was both foreign and oddly sensual.
Linc ended the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “I want to go down on you, Zan.”
Sweet Jesus.
“You have no idea how much,” he whispered. The words were so soft, it was almost like he spoke them to himself rather than to her. “Will you let me?”
Let him do one of her favorite things in the world that most of the guys she’d been with preferred to skip in favor of the main event?
Hmm, let me think about that.
“Yes, please.”
He chuckled as he removed his glasses and placed them carefully on the counter to her right.
“So polite. I should probably reward you for having such good manners.”
She held her breath when he ran his hands along her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her hips as they slid across her bare skin.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he confessed, sinking to his knees. After pushing her legs wider to make room for his shoulders, he spread her lips with his fingers and blew hot breath on her core, making her moan. He did it again, and she arched toward him.
Chuckling, he murmured, “So needy,” before licking up the full length of her slit.
She gasped. Another lick and her gasp turned into a moan. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue.
“Oh, Lord, yes!” she moaned. He’d made her come barely two minutes ago, yet she already felt like she was halfway there again. How was that even possible?
Linc hiked both of her legs over his shoulders and leaned in to spear her with his tongue.
She gripped the edge of the counter, holding on for dear life.
He tongue fucked her a few times before concentrating all his attention on her clit…
circling, sucking, flicking it endlessly until she was a shivering, panting mess.
When he pulled back slightly, Britt grabbed a fistful of his thick, dark hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”
A wicked glint lit his deep, midnight eyes before he countered, “Or what?”
Her brows pinched together. She hadn’t expected that response. “What?”
“Or what?” he repeated with a smirk. “What will you do if I stop?”
“Huh?” She was so turned on, she literally was at a loss for words.
“Will you finish yourself off?”
Who was this Linc? She’d never met this version before. “I...uh…”
When her fingers flexed on the counter, he grasped both her wrists.
“Rhetorical question. That’s not an option.
” He deliberately looked at her aching pussy, before once again meeting her gaze.
“What will you do, Zan? Will you beg?” He flicked her clit a few times with his tongue, making her gasp.
“I think you should beg.” Flick. “C’mon, Zan. ” Flick. “Beg me.” Flick. Flick.
She whimpered. “Linc…”
He moved to lick her again, stopping with his tongue millimeters away from making contact. “Beg me to eat your pussy.”
Holy Christ on a cracker! His words summoned a flood of arousal, the commanding tone making her squirm on the counter.
“I’m not going to ask you again.”
She was wound so tightly, she’d do just about anything to get him to let her come. Even beg.
“Please.”
“Please what? What do you want me to do?”
Oh. My. God.
“Let me come.” She’d lose it if he didn’t touch her soon, and not in the good, orgasmic-bliss kind of losing-it way. “Please, I need you to touch me.”
“How?”
Any embarrassment she may have had earlier disintegrated, dissolved by heated desperation.
“Lick me. Eat me. Linc, ple—” The word lodged in her throat when he attacked her pussy like a starving man.
Since he was still holding her wrists, she couldn’t grab his hair, lean back, do anything except sit and take what he was giving her until she came with such force, she screamed.
Only, he didn’t stop, and he didn’t let go of her hands.
He kept licking and sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she was so overstimulated, she tried to scoot back on the counter.
He didn’t let her. He kept lapping at her clit until she impossibly was climbing again.
Until she was babbling so incoherently, she was practically speaking in tongues.
Nothing, literally nothing mattered except his mouth and the unrelenting assault of his tongue.
When she came again, she didn’t just orgasm. She detonated.
She was vaguely aware of Linc lifting her from the counter, whispering something that she couldn’t register.
Sweet Jesus, had she lost her hearing? Why did it sound like she was underwater? If an orgasm could make you go deaf, that one might have.
Gradually, words filtered through the haze as Linc carried her down the hallway.
“You’re incredible.”
“Such a good girl.”
“You’re amazing.”
He put Britt down on the bed and sat beside her. Brushing the sweaty hair back from her forehead, he asked, “You okay?”
There. That was the voice she knew. The sweet, attentive, comfortable voice that belonged to her best friend. Not the hot, demanding, rasping tone the sexual assassin from moments ago had used when telling her what to do.
She scrunched her nose. “I think you broke me.”
He laughed, a deep, warm sound that wrapped around her like a hug. “I did, huh?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Baby, hate to tell you…” He leaned down and kissed her softly. “We’re just getting started.”
Her breath hitched as heat zinged through her faster than people stampeding into a store on Black Friday.
“Stay here. I’ll get you something to drink.” He strolled across the room. Why had she never noticed how incredibly confident he was before? Pausing in the doorway, he turned back with a smirk. “You should hydrate.”
He’d already given her three orgasms, and they hadn’t even had sex yet. That damn glass of water better come with electrolytes and a Red Bull chaser!