Chapter 17
Lincoln's POV
I'm going nuts out of my mind because Gabby has been rubbing her ass up against me, wriggling the whole time. I'm trying to be good, trying to control myself, but it's too hard. How am I supposed to sleep like this? I know I don't deserve her. I know I don't deserve this closeness or this comfort.
That hope that always rose and then fell in my heart roars to life again at her moving against me.
I can tell that she wants me as bad as I want her, and my dick strains hard against my pants.
Her ass cheeks open and close over the tip of me through my boxers, and I have a deep, yearning desire to be inside her.
For her to pull down her pants and for me to slide in, just like we always did when we were together.
This is one of those nights where I would have put my cock inside her from behind and oh my God… the pleasure. I want this more than anything, and all I do is beat myself up about how much I lost. But I have to be reasonable.
I pride myself on being a man of logic, and I know giving in, even if she allows me to, even if she decides to take me back, which I sometimes think she does want, even if that's what I would want… wouldn't I be an awful person in allowing her to?
After all, I hurt her so badly. I broke her heart. Would I do the same thing again if she gave me a second chance?
A million times I've told myself no. That I would cherish that second chance.
That I would cherish her and never want to let go.
But she's too good for me, and I don't deserve it.
Hell, I don't even deserve this. And this is maddening torture for me, just wanting to hold her even tighter, wanting us to be as close as possible.
A ragged groan escapes as I roll onto my back, fixing my gaze on the blank ceiling above.
“What are you doing?” Gabby asks.
“I… I'm not com—I just want to lie down like this, I'm sorry,” I respond.
She rolls onto her back, then pivots to her right side, eyes fixed on me.
“I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to be close to you, it's just… it's very hard for me.”
“Is it?” she seems to say in a mocking tone.
I clamp my eyes tight, fingers scraping across my face, then clawing through my hair before grinding back down over my cheeks.
“Yeah,” I shudder out.
Then a jolt surges through every inch of me when her hand seizes my cock through the thin fabric of my boxers. My neck cranes back. I suck in a sharp breath. My cock pulses hard against her grip.
“OH…” I groan in surprise as she starts stroking me with slow, teasing pulls through the cotton.
“Gabby.” My voice emerges feeble as she keeps at it.
It feels so good, and I never thought I would feel this again. Yes, of course I had sex with her, and that was beautiful, but I thought that was the last time. I was even wondering if that actually happened because it felt like such a fever dream.
Instinctively, I pull my boxers down past my penis, causing it to stand bare-assed, on full display. Her fingers never stop as they wrap around it.
Oh my God, this is so fucking good.
I want to be inside her so bad.
Before I can even get past that thought, she leans up in a quick motion, so quick I can’t even process it, and then I feel her toasty, wet, mesmeric mouth close around me.
“Oh—oh ssshhhhhit,” I hiss in utmost pleasure.
Her tongue swirls, drawing infinite shapes around my shaft, wiggling against my frenulum as she sucks me deep, gagging as she slides all the way down, causing me to enter the back of her throat.
“Ffffuck!” I hiss out, my breaths coming in fast, panting like a greyhound winning the race after making its way from the back of the line.
Words can’t even form in my mouth. I feel numb. Oh dear God, oh my fucking…
Her tongue slides up, down, around, twirling effortlessly along my erection like an Olympic skater gliding across an icy canvas. I begin bucking my hips to the movements of her sucking.
My hands find her hair, undoing her bun and sliding my fingers against her scalp like I know she likes.
My wife will suck me forever as long as I'm giving her a scalp massage. It’s a great motivator for her to keep at it, and we both get something out of it.
And the moans I hear from her, the pleasure I'm giving her while she’s sucking me off, is just too much.
It hasn’t even been two minutes, and my orgasm comes roaring to the surface.
Breathing becomes harder, my lungs stilting with each exhale. Faster and faster, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I suddenly go still…
… and then she fucking stops.
“N–no! No no no no please!” I beg as I start groaning, everything going slack, but right before I come I feel a wet smack three times against my cock.
“Ow!” I yell, jerking my body a little.
“You don't get to come, Lincoln,” she says cruelly.
“Gabby please. Please don't do this, don't…” I whimper.
My balls hurt so bad. The orgasm was literally there.
Right there, careening toward the precipice and stopping short, like a car rushing to the edge of a cliff only to stop right before diving off, its front wheels hanging over and spinning while the rest of the car keeps itself anchored to the cliff.
This half-come and half-not state of euphoria and torment causes me to tremble, my whole body vibrating under the tension and confusion. My dick throbs in a state of limbo, wondering what the hell is going on, short-circuiting from the tiny bulb of white that never quite made it out.
“Anyway good night,” Gabby says.
“What the fuck! You can't leave me like this please,” I beg, feeling weak and helpless.
But she's already lying down on her left side. Still lying there on my back, looking up at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling at a quick pace, I might as well finish myself off.
“And I swear to God if you jerk yourself off or you come at all I will pack my bags and I will never ever talk to you again,” she says.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You heard me. We're done.”
We're done? That implies we're together. Drifting my head to the left, I smile a little, confused, at her back.
“Do you mean we're together?”
“No, we're not together, Link.”
“So why are you threatening me with that?”
“Because that's what you deserve. You care so much about me right? Then you don't get to come. You get to go through a little torture for a little while.”
“Baby I went through so much torture just not being able to hold you.”
“Yeah you really did while snuggled up between Sarah's legs didn't you?”
I say nothing at first. I should have known this would turn into a fight.
My dick is still roaring with anger, head to the sky, wondering if anyone would have any mercy and give it the release it needs. Goosebumps are all over my skin.
“Babe, I'm not with Sarah. I called it off.”
“How convenient. As long as something is out of sight and out of mind right?”
“Gabby I'm sorry.” Because I truly have no idea what else to say.
“Are you really sorry, Link?” she asks.
Then she twists back toward me, and in one fluid swing she mounts me, hovering on hands and knees, her hair cascading over my face.
I don’t say anything, but this is so hot.
“You see I don't believe you. You have no self-control and that's why we're in the situation. What I would have loved to do is have you…” She kisses the side of my face, eliciting another shudder through me. “Is have you enter and stretch my asshole as you fuck me hard.”
“Mmm,” I clamp down on my lower lip, eyelids rolling back as I squeeze them shut, the tension stretching beyond what is possible for me to endure.
“But you threw all of that away. Because you have no fucking self-control and all you think about is yourself and your own pleasure,” she says.
“Baby—”
“Well sometimes it's not all about you, is it?” she cuts me off.
Sitting up, still straddling me, she flips her pajama top over her head, resting the hem of the shirt at the back of her neck while her arms are still in the sleeves. Her breasts are on full display, every curve accentuated through the moonlight bleeding through the window.
My eyes are captivated by them.
I’m unable to speak.
I just stare at them.
My wife…
… is so beautiful.