Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Linc
I step out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over my freshly washed hair. Wyatt is cackling to himself and mumbling something I can’t make out as he walks into his room across the hall and closes the door. Okay…
I turn the opposite direction down the hallway and into the kitchen. I walk toward the pantry in search of a snack but stop when I see a mug of tea on the counter.
It has to be Abby’s. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kane or Wyatt drink a cup of tea, even when they’re sick.
My eyes dart around in search of her, but she isn’t anywhere to be found. I’m guessing she’s in her room upstairs. She must have left it down here.
Grabbing the mug from the counter, I make my way up the stairs.
I quietly knock on her closed door. I wait for a minute but don’t get a reply. I’m about to turn around and leave the mug in the kitchen when a quiet noise comes through the door.
“Abby… Can I come in?”
A faint sound that I’m pretty sure was “mmhmm” comes from her room.
My hand hesitates over the handle for a beat before I swing it open. I freeze, taking in the sight before me.
Abby’s lying on the bed with her head thrown back in pleasure and her eyes clamped shut. The oversized sweatshirt she’s wearing is hiked up to just above her belly button.
Her legs are spread just enough to give me the perfect view of her hand, which is moving beneath her light-pink lace thong.
“Fuck.” The word flies from my mouth before I even make the conscious decision to say anything.
Her eyes fly open, locking on me.
I should turn around. Better yet, I should walk back into the hallway, close the door behind me, and forget this ever happened.
Yeah… like I’ll ever be able to forget this. Regardless of what happens from this moment forward, this vision of her will be ingrained in my brain until my last day here on Earth.
My eyes track over every inch of her from her flushed cheeks to her hand that’s stopped moving but is still trapped between her pussy and her panties.
She’s not yelling at me to get out or throwing things at me, and at this point, I’m not going to be able to force myself to leave without her pushing me out.
I step all the way into the room and close the door, leaning back against it. I reach back with my free hand, clicking the lock into place.
I don’t know what the hell is going to happen in the next few minutes, but whatever it is, no one else needs to see it.
I actually don’t think I would mind if Wyatt or Kane saw, but that’s a problem for another day.
I set her mug down on the desk and step back to rest my shoulder against the door. This is as far as I can be from her in this small room without escaping into the hallway.
I would get closer, but I don’t trust myself to close this distance between us anymore.
“Don’t stop,” I tell her.
She swallows thickly, still lying there motionless.
“Do you want to come?” I ask when she doesn’t respond. I keep my voice low, so no one else can hear me.
She nods.
“Use your words, angel.”
“Yes.”
“Then… don’t stop. Show me how you make yourself come when no one is looking.”
The blush on her cheeks deepens.
She stays still for a few seconds, biting her lip. I want to crawl over there on top of her and pry that plump lip from between her teeth and lick and kiss it better.
The movement is barely perceptible through the barrier of her underwear, but she slowly starts to touch herself again. Thatta girl. She lets out a barely audible whimper, and my dick goes from half-mast to fully erect in seconds.
Her eyes close, but we can’t have that. “Eyes on me.”
They snap back open, looking directly at me. Her pupils are blown wide with lust and desperation.
“Pull your thong to the side.” My tongue slides over my lips. “I want to see you. Show me your pussy.”
Her pussy must be perfect. Abby herself is, so there isn’t any other logical conclusion.
If she says she isn’t comfortable with that, I won’t push. But somehow, I already know she will follow my request.
I think giving up control is turning her on even more than she already was when I walked in on her getting herself off.
With her left hand, she pulls the fabric to the side, revealing a pussy that is indeed perfect. Even from here, I can see how wet she is.
“Spread your legs more.”
She does so without hesitation, and something inside me that feels a whole lot like pride swells to life.
“Touch yourself again.”
Two of her fingers start to slowly trace circles around her clit. I admire her patience because she isn’t rushing this.
She has more restraint than I would have if I was the one touching her. I would give anything to have my fingers replace hers, but this feels pretty fucking good, too.
“Press a little harder but keep it slow,” I tell her. My dick is tenting my sweats so much it would be comical if I had any fucks to give for that at the moment.
As it stands, all my fucks are directed toward the vision of a woman currently following my commands and masturbating right in front of me.
She sucks in a sharp breath when she does as I say.
“Feel good?” I ask. The question is pointless because I can tell it does, but I want to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she breathes out. Her eyes are still locked on me.
“A little faster.”
Her motions speed up just a little. Her breathing follows suit, coming out in short, choppy pants.
She’s getting close.
“Don’t come yet,” I tell her. My fists clench at my sides to keep me from pulling my dick out and touching myself right here. I don’t think she would mind if I did, but I want to focus on her right now. “But don’t stop.”
She whimpers, looking at me pleadingly.
“I know. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good, angel.”
The praise makes something in her eyes light up. I guess my girl has a praise kink.
My girl? That’s something I’ll have to analyze later when I have available brain cells to do so.
“Faster.”
Her eyes widen.
“Just a few more seconds, and I’ll let you come.”
She drags in a few deep breaths, then increases her pace yet again. Her whole body is tense, obviously holding off her orgasm.
“Linc,” she pants between labored breaths.
“Not yet… keep going.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers, but she doesn’t come.
“Good girl.”
Despite the tension in her body from the impeding orgasm, something in her eyes goes molten at my words.
“Three, two… one. Come for me, angel.”
A heartbeat later, she lets herself fall off the cliff. Her entire body quakes as the pleasure moves through her, wave after wave. She lets out a few nearly silent moans, her eyes still drilling into me.
I nearly come in my pants from the sight alone. Watching her come apart is no doubt the best thing I’ve ever seen.
Her fingers ghost over her clit, easing herself through her orgasm. It seems to go on forever, but eventually, her body relaxes against the mattress. Her hands fall to her sides.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” I tell her.
She lets out a sleepy laugh that barely reaches me. For the first time, I step closer to the bed. I grab the edge of the comforter, draping it over her.
“What—” she starts, but I cut her off by pressing a single finger to her lips.
“Shh…”
Her eyes are still swimming with questions, but she doesn’t voice any of them.
“Get some sleep. Okay?”
Her eyes narrow in confusion as they track down to my still very hard dick. It jerks in appreciation when her attention is focused on it.
Not the time…
I smooth my hand over the side of her face, tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear. I press a kiss to her forehead and then her cheek. She turns her face, kissing me softly on the lips.
It’s over too quickly. The feeling of her lips on mine still lingers as I trail my finger over her bottom lip and straighten my spine.
“Sweet dreams,” I say quietly.
The corners of her mouth tick up. Her blinks start to slow as fatigue settles in the wake of the orgasm she just experienced. I want to slide in behind her and hold her all night long, but it isn’t the time or the place.
I fight the pull to stay right here in this room until the sun comes up, putting one foot in front of the other.
Her soft voice stops me with my hand on the doorknob. “’Night, Linc.”
“Good night, angel.”
I walk out and close the door behind me because if I don’t do it right now, I won’t be able to leave at all. My restraint wavers with each passing second.
I look down at my poor, neglected dick and tuck it into the waistband of my underwear. It’s not really hidden under my light-gray sweats, but it’s better than having it bounce around freely.
I need to take care of this because there’s no way it is going down on its own anytime soon, after the show I just got to see firsthand.
Fuck me. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life. I’ve never been that turned on. I’ve been dominant with women before, but I’ve never felt that kind of high when someone willingly handed over control.
It was a rush like nothing else I’ve felt before. The experience was hot as hell, but I’m pretty sure the way I’m feeling has more to do with her than it does with what actually happened in that room.
Standing in the hallway outside my room, my eyes move between my bedroom door and the bathroom. I just took a shower, but that seems like the better option right now.
Fuck it.
Two minutes later, I’m standing in the warm water yet again. I’m already clean, so I don’t waste any time. With one hand braced on the shower wall, I wrap the other around my cock.
I bury my face against my arm to keep from getting too loud. I’m pretty sure Wyatt would be the only one to hear me, but still…
Flashes of Abby fly through my brain. With each stroke of my hand, the image changes. In less than a minute, I’m already teetering on the edge of orgasm.
I don’t have anywhere near the level of restraint Abby does because I stroke myself faster. Chasing that all-encompassing bliss is the only thing my brain can focus on… well, other than her.
I’m having no problem using her as the visual embodiment of the way I’m feeling.
The orgasm crashes into me. Ropes of come splash against the tiled wall as I continue to stroke myself through it.
I don’t even know what kind of noises I’m making. They don’t even sound human at this point.
Whatever. I can’t bring myself to care. This feels too damn good.
My forehead falls against the cool tile. I’m so fucked.