9. Lex
Iam nothing more than sensation. Linc’s face is between my legs, his lips and tongue and teeth at work on my core, teasing at my heated flesh. I’ve never had someone eat me out with such enthusiasm, never felt so close to falling over the edge from a mouth alone. How is he so fucking good at this?
Linc gently scrapes his teeth against my clit, then soothes it with a series of short sucks, and I cry out with the effort it takes not to bow against the bed. The frustration of having to hold still increases the delicious thrum of tension in my body–that sweet push and pull between what he’s making me feel and my own physical struggle tugging me to the edge, only to throw me back when I get close.
“I need to move,” I beg, my hands shaking against my knees as I battle the urge to tangle my fingers in his hair.
“Not yet,” he growls against me, my muscles tensing further.
He licks from the bottom of my pussy to the top, then swirls his tongue around my clit. I moan, sweat beading my forehead, and dig my nails into my skin. The bite of pain has my eyes rolling back in my head, pleasure a tight coil in my belly. Heat flashes through me as he sucks my clit back into his mouth. He nibbles and sucks, nibbles and sucks, until I’m nearly sobbing.
“Please. Please, Linc, let me come, please. Let me move.” I’m babbling, but I can’t help it. I’ve never felt anything so intense, never let go enough to let someone else control my pleasure.
All I get in answer is a shake of his head. He reaches out and squeezes my hand against my knee in silent order to stay put, and I sob in frustration. As I open my mouth to beg again, he burrows his tongue inside me. My voice turns into a high whine as I clench around him, desperate to be filled with more.
As though he can read my mind, he brings his fingers up to stroke my entrance, his touch light, teasing. A half sob breaks free and I squeeze my eyes closed, the muscles in my stomach fluttering with pleasure and tension.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he croons, voice husky and low. “But you’re not going to come until I say so, are you?”
A thin, desperate sound escapes my throat. I’ve never made some of these noises before, never felt mindless with need. But that’s what I am–a mindless collection of nerves strung tighter than a bowstring. One pluck, one touch of his talented fingers or tongue, reverberates through me with immeasurable force.
“Please,” I whisper as his fingers keep stroking. “Linc, please…”
He hums as his lips close on my clit once more, and I lose the battle to stay still. My back arches and I thrust my hips toward him, seeking friction, pressure, anything as long as it’s more. More, more, moremoremore–
“Ah, why’d you do that? You were doing so well.”
His fingers fall away as he shifts back into a kneeling position. The heat and dominance in his gaze is intoxicating, and I want nothing more than to please him. What the hell? When have I ever wanted to please someone in bed? What the fuck kind of sex magic is this?!
He smirks, as though he can read my thoughts. “I know this is new for you. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m going to make this all so worth your while, Lex, I promise.”
I can only throw my head back against the pillow in frustration, my jaw almost chattering with the tension that still grips me.
“But I asked you to stay still, and you didn’t.”
He places his palms on my inner hips, then sweeps them out and up my sides in a long, slow stroke. It isn’t pressure or friction where I want it, but it’s delicious all the same.
“How should I punish you?”
It’s a rhetorical question, and I quiver in anticipation of what he’ll choose. It isn’t fear, but excitement–hot and thick in my core. I keep my eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of his hands on me, his touch featherlight in one moment, then firm and commanding the next.
“Pick a number between one and five.”
I lick my lips as I convince my vocal cords to work. “Three,” I croak, my voice rough and thready.
He hums his approval. “Three’s a good number. Color?”
“Green,” I hiss and he slips his hands down my legs to the ankles, then back up along my inner thighs.
His fingers brush mine, still braced on my knees, as they pass. I shiver at the contact, peering up at him. As I breathe deeply to steady myself, he pulls his hands away completely. His gaze meets mine, his warm brown eyes glittering. I want to ask what he’s planning–
Smack.
I yelp as his hand makes sharp contact with my pussy, my body jerking involuntarily in response. It’s surprise more than pain that makes me cry out, but the rush of pleasure after has me moaning and fighting not to let my body bow.
“One.” His voice is firm, and he smiles broadly at me. “Oh, Lex, you’re stunning. Look at that flush. So responsive for me, so good.”
He trails his fingers along the redness creeping onto my chest and neck, a look of wonder on his face. I stare up at him, lost in him while he appears lost in me and don’t even see the second strike coming. My eyes slam shut as his hand makes contact with my tender flesh, my fingernails digging into the skin of my knees in a desperate bid to obey and be still. Oh god, why does that feel so good?
“Two.” The throaty satisfaction in his voice has a direct line to my core.
Between the throbbing in my clit, the sting of my swollen pussy lips, and the bite of my nails, I’m untethered. Teetering on the edge of orgasm, poised so close it will take but one gentle press of my clit to send me right over. I crack my eyes open in time to see his hand whip through the air, the momentary anticipation making me flush from head to toe.
“Three,” he growls, then descends on me. “You can move. Let me see what I do to you.”
I almost weep in relief as I release my knees, my fingers sinking immediately into his lush chestnut waves as he sucks my clit into his mouth once more. He hums, encouraging me, and I grip his hair and thrust my hips forward, grinding into him. Every lick, lap, and suck has me trembling. My breathing shallows and quickens as the wave builds, my pleasure gathering with unfamiliar force low in my body.
“Are you ready to come?” He looks up and I groan at the sight of him, face wet from my juices, eyes glinting with desire and approval.
I nod frantically, and he smirks, dragging his fingers along my entrance again, teasing.
“I want to watch you,” he murmurs. “Show me how you come apart. Show me how you break.”
His fingers spear into me and I gasp at the intrusion, throwing my head back as pleasure licks fire along my skin. He strokes against the top of my channel, finding that perfect spot with nearly clinical precision, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, wave after powerful wave. I’m vaguely aware of Lincoln praising me as I writhe and ride out my bliss on his hand.
“Again.”
The aftershocks continue as Lincoln keeps stroking, then he grazes his teeth along my clit once more. I sob as the pleasure redoubles, almost painfully, and my body locks into one long line of tension–waiting, shuddering, so close. He sucks like a man possessed and a second orgasm comes screaming out of nowhere to rack my body.
Linc slows his pace, then gently pulls his fingers from me. I’m boneless in my afterglow and manage little more than a tiny whimper in response. His lips pave a wet path up my body, then his fingers press against my mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he commands, his eyes dark with desire, pupils blown.
I open my mouth and suck his fingers in, moaning at the taste of me overlaid on the warm, clean flavor of him. My eyes lock with his as I grip his wrist, licking and sucking to get every last drop. I’ve tasted myself before, but it’s somehow sweeter on Linc’s fingers. His stare goes half-lidded with lust as he groans his praise, and I realize I’m desperate for it.
“That’s it, Lex,” he murmurs. “You did so good. I’m so pleased with you.”
My nipples pebble in response, and he pulls his hand away to firmly grip my breast, teasing the hard nub between his fingers.
“Such a greedy little thing. Look how your body reacts to me. Wants me.” He leans down and closes his mouth around my other nipple, tugging gently with his teeth.
I moan and arch into him, clasping him to me. Two orgasms in, and he’s right. I still want more of Lincoln Wilde.
“Linc, please…”
He smiles up at me, then leans in to capture my lips in a fierce kiss. I arc up into it and wrap myself around him, pushing at the waist of his gray joggers with my feet. He chuckles as he pulls away and sits back on his heels. He reaches up and grabs his shirt by the neck, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. Fucking hell, why is that move so sexy? His eyes twinkle like he knows exactly what I’m thinking as he shoves his pants off.
“You ready for me to fuck you now?”
“Yes, please.” I let my legs fall open, inviting him to take what he wants.
“On your stomach, ass up.”
I obey immediately, looking back at him as I settle my cheek against the duvet.
“So fucking stunning,” he murmurs, stroking his hands along my ass and thighs.
He pulls a condom from somewhere–probably the pocket of his sweats–and rolls it on. Biting his lip, he strokes his cock through the wetness between my thighs a few times, swirling it over my clit and making me moan. I wriggle my hips to encourage him to hurry up and fuck me already and he chuckles.
“So impatient. I love it.” He notches the head of his cock against my entrance and pushes in the barest amount. “Hold on, Lex. And don’t come until I tell you to.”
Before I can protest his order, he slams into me with one hard thrust. I groan as I feel the stretch, my fingers fisting in the duvet as he sets a punishing rhythm. At this angle, he’s stroking over my G-spot with every movement, sending me steadily higher.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” Linc grits out. “Fucking knew you would.”
His fingers bite into my hips as he rails into me, hard enough to bruise. I don’t mind the thought of his mark on my skin, don’t hate the idea of him claiming some small part of me in this whirlwind of pleasure and release. If I was less dick drunk, the idea might have given me pause. As it is, I close my eyes and let the fire of lust and desire overwhelm my senses.
“I need you to play with that pretty little clit. Want to feel you squeeze me while you come.”
I slip my fingers up to my pussy and moan at the feel of his cock sliding in and out.
“That’s it. Shatter all over me, gorgeous.”
My fingers find a smooth rhythm, brushing soft circles over my swollen clit. Linc keeps his pace up, slamming forcefully into me as stars burst behind my vision. My whole body trembles as my orgasm gathers.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he gasps. “Come for me, Lex.”
He cracks his hand against my ass as I feel myself falling into the abyss. My body tenses as the wave breaks, my pussy spasming around him again and again as my orgasm sweeps through me. I cry out his name, and he shouts his release moments later, his hips stuttering as he works us both through the aftershocks.
As I come down, my legs give way and I flop flat on the bed, Linc a heavy, comforting weight against my body.
“Holy shit,” Linc mutters as he slips from me and shifts to my side.
I huff against the sheets in agreement, my eyes still closed. The bed rises as he stands and walks a few steps away, then dips as he returns. He snuggles up to me, lifting me gently to arrange my body with my head on his chest. I barely help, completely spent.
“I didn’t expect cuddling,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “Sorry, does cuddling count as a string?”
I shake my head and snuggle against him, taking comfort in his warmth. He may be able to get up and do things, but I’m two minutes from sleep.
“Staying the night does, though.” The words feel wrong, but need to be said.
His arm tightens reassuringly. “I figured. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I’ll be out of your hair.”
Lifting my head to rest my chin on his chest, I look up into his eyes and search for any hint of hurt or upset. But Linc looks as content and sated as I am, a small smile on his lips.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” My smile can’t be contained.
“I got one!” He pumps his fist in the air as I laugh in confusion.
“You got what?”
“A new smile. A real one. From you.” He grins at me, then pulls me up to meet his lips. “And it was all for me,” he murmurs when he releases me.
I can only blink up at him as he kisses my nose, then rolls out of bed to gather his clothes. He dresses quickly, then pauses at the door.
“No strings, no broadcasts, and professionalism. How’d I do?” His eyes glint mischievously.
“Hmmm,” I pretend to think, tapping my finger against my cheek. “Six out of ten.”
His eyes narrow playfully, but there’s a hint of dominance in the look. “Careful, beautiful. I’d hate to have to punish you again.”
My pussy throbs, and I bury my face in the pillow. Linc laughs and pats the doorframe.
“See you soon, Lex.”
“Bye,” I squeak, lifting my head from the pillow, but he’s already gone. And I have the sinking suspicion my rules hang by a thread. That boy is trouble. But I think I like it.