Chapter Fifty-Seven
Melonie
H earing Linc say those words makes my body feel like I’m going to implode. He’s finally asking for me to touch him, and I want nothing more than to be of assistance.
I step closer, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, feeling his heartbeat. His skin is warm, his muscles hard underneath my fingers, and I want him at my mercy. I want to make him feel what I feel when his hands are on me. I want to make him come; I want to hear him call my name.
Before we left for the baby shower, when he told me I was beautiful, when he touched my body, I thought his hand was going to blaze a trail right through the fabric of my dress. The entire afternoon, all I could think about was his hand on my hip, the way he looked at me like he wanted me. I just needed him to break. Needed him to put the helpful, nice guy act aside. And finally, he did.
Did I really need help with my zipper? No, but he doesn’t need to know that.
I slide my hand down his bare chest to his pants, gripping his length, feeling how hard he is through the fabric. His eyes close and his head tilts back.
“Is this what you need help with, Linc?”
He steps back until his back is against the wall of the hallway, and I follow, moving my hand along his erection.
“Please, Melonie.” I hear the desperation in his voice as his hips buck, and it only fuels the fire in my veins.
I tug on the waistband of his pants and slowly lower them to the floor. I only stop when I’m on my knees in front of him. When I look up, I find his eyes are searing through me.
“Will you be okay on your knees? Should we move to the bed?”
I begin making long strokes with my hand, feeling him become even harder under my touch. “I’m more than okay.”
He nods and his eyes close again. I wet my lips, then take him in my mouth. He inhales, and his hands slam against the wall at his sides. “Fuck, Mel. Your mouth.”
I take him as deep as I can, moving my tongue around the crown as I move back up his length. I taste him as I lick the tip, and my core lights up.
“Just the taste of you turns me on, Linc.”
He opens his eyes and looks down at me. “Touch yourself.”
I do as I’m told, and I feel how wet I am, how hard he is in my mouth, and I feel like losing all control. I moan around him, and for a slight second, his hand is at the back of my head. He removes it, and I want it back. I reach up, keeping my eyes on his, and take his hand and place it back in my hair. I pause, waiting for his reaction.
“Fuck Mel. Are you going to let me use that pretty mouth?”
My eyelids grow heavy at his words, and I nod.
He places a hand under my jaw, thumb making deep, slow strokes on my cheek. “Hands on my thighs. Tap me if I need to stop. Understood?”
I nod again.
“Words, Melonie.”
I slide my mouth up his length, feeling the muscles in his thighs shake, then speak. “I understand.”
“Thank you. Now open.”
He removes his hand from my jaw and the other grabs my hair. I open for him, and he uses his other hand to slowly slide his cock along my tongue with a deep, rough moan emanating from his throat, the sound radiating straight to my clit. He begins at a slow, shallow pace. Like he’s testing me, but it feels like a tease. Then he goes deeper, but not deep enough. I can tell he’s still holding back, and I want more. I want him unhinged; I want to feel used. I tap his thigh.
He stops at once, concern flashing on his face. “Are you okay?”
“Stop being gentle.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not going to break, Linc. Use me. Show me how badly you want to come.”
I place my mouth around him and my hands back on his thighs. I look up, and I see his careful resolve break. I love what it does to my mind when he’s caring one second and dominant the next.
“Fuck, Mel, I’ve thought about your mouth on me so many times, but this? You on your knees for me? It’s better than anything I’ve imagined.” He slides his cock slowly out of my mouth, feeling each inch drag across my tongue, and he thrusts his hips forward; I almost gag. “So beautiful.”
He takes my hair in his fist, and at first, I feel him hitting the back of my throat, then he’s faster, hips snapping. His moans fill the hallway, sweat beads at his brow, and he keeps fucking my mouth. I love seeing him like this. I love being wanted in this way.
“Shit, I’m close, Melonie. Give yourself two fingers.”
I remove one of my hands from his thigh and slide two fingers in. My eyes close and I’m fighting to get enough air through my nose. He grips my hair even tighter, and my scalp tingles, causing my eyes to open. I look up and see the fire in his eyes.
“When I come, you’re going to hold it in your mouth. You’ll be a good girl and not swallow. Understood?”
I nod as tears fall from my eyes.
His hips become erratic and then he releases my hair, slides out of my mouth, and grabs his cock. He begins to come, muscles straining, shaking above me, making sounds I’ve never heard from a man. I keep my mouth open, and he covers the surface of my tongue with my reward. As soon as he’s done, he lowers down on his knees in front of me, staring at my mouth. He wraps a hand around my neck.
“The next time my cum is inside of you, it won’t be in your mouth. Let me feel you swallow it, Melonie.”
I close my mouth, and as I swallow, his hand tightens around my neck, feeling my muscles work. Fuck, I’m so turned on right now.
“Show me.”
I open my empty mouth. I can barely catch my breath.
“Such a good girl for me. Always so good.”
He grabs my jaw and covers my open mouth with his, his tongue sliding against mine. A moan radiates from my chest as his tongue covers every corner of my mouth. I know he tastes himself, and I think I might burst into flames.
He stops for a moment and smiles, eyes dark and crazed. “I love how you taste like mine.”
Holy shit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard a man say.
“I want you, Linc.” I feel like I can’t breathe. My panties are in a state of ruin, and the need to be with him is all-consuming. “I’m done pretending that I don’t, because I want you. All of you.”
He stands, kicking off his pants from his ankles, and holds out his hands to help me up.
“On my bed, Melonie.”