Chapter 20 #3
I part my knees and eye the massive bulge pressing against his pants. “Pretty sure you are.”
“I told you, you look damn good on your knees. So if you want me to fuck you, then you’re gonna earn it. With your mouth.”
Matching his smile, I prop myself up on my elbows. “You want that from me, Linc, you’ll need to beg for it.”
He advances, hand on the button of his pants, only stopping when his thighs hit the mattress. “Only one begging tonight will be you.”
A bolt of excitement rages up my spine. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
“Yeah, we will. So how about you open that pretty fucking mouth and do as I say?”
Maybe he expects me to fight him, because he looks surprised when I slide off the bed quickly and shuffle closer on my knees, reaching for his waistband.
His stomach is taut, muscles tense and eyes on my movements as I slowly tug down his pants, revealing more of his hard body, the tame curls at the base of his thick shaft.
His cock springs free.
And god. God.
I’ve felt him before, that night in the car, felt how my fingers barely touched as I wrapped my hand around him. But this close, it’s almost intimidating. Decker is fucking big.
Before I can think too hard on how that thing is gonna fit in my mouth, he laces his fingers into my hair, angles up my face, and slots his dick between my lips. “Open up for me, Gracie.”
The moment I part my lips, he slides inside with a deep sigh. “ Fuck ,” he groans.
He takes his time, letting me adjust to his size. Try. I try to adjust. I take as much of him as I can, my lips stretching, mouth filling with spit as he hits the back of my throat.
“Sexy as hell,” he rasps. “You look sexy as fucking hell with my dick in your mouth. Now take a breath and relax for me, babe.” He pushes in deeper, closing his eyes, and pulls me closer, forcing me to take more.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect. That’s right.
Nice and deep. Loosen that pretty throat just like that. ”
He bottoms out, and wetness floods between my legs. I gag, but he holds me in place.
“Breathe, Grace,” he directs
Obediently, I pull air in through my nose and will my throat to open just a little more.
It seems impossible, but he slides in deeper, a tremor ripping through his body as he steadies himself against me. With both hands, I encircle his base and pump, making up for what I can’t fit in my mouth, taking control as his control frays.
“Shit,” he murmurs, head tipping back.
I jerk him faster, wetting his cock with my spit, and when he thrusts, taking my mouth, fucking it roughly, I’m flooded with arousal. The room fills with the sounds of him slamming into my throat, my gagging and choking, his quiet grunts.
In minutes, he’s right there. His breathing gets choppy, and his face is etched with desperation. Pure, carnal hunger sparks in his eyes as I take him deeper.
That’s when I slow, when I pull back a little, when I nearly stop my movements altogether.
“Grace,” he growls out, his knees shaking.
I smile with his dick still in my mouth.
With a frustrated huff, he pushes me down, forcing me to take him.
I laugh and pull away completely. “I said I wanted begging, Decker. So beg. Say please.”
He blinks, his hand tightening in my hair. “Not a game you wanna play, Gracie.” Maybe he sees it, how serious I am, because rather than continue arguing, he chuckles. “All right. If that’s how it’s gonna be.” He crosses the room. Hard cock bobbing, and yanks open a dresser drawer. “Get on the bed.”
When I don’t move, he stalks back over to me, picks me up, and tosses me onto the mattress.
The bed dips as he sets one knee on it, then the other, and prowls after me, forcing me back until I hit the headboard.
He yanks my hands above my head and climbs me.
Completely naked. Heart stuttering, I eye the small gap between his body and mine.
It’d be so easy for him to just fuck me.
Nudge my legs apart and drive inside. Take me hard and rough like I wish I could beg him to do.
A metallic click sounds, startling me, pulling my attention back up. Then the cold against my wrists registers. The familiar feeling of metal digging into my bones.
Decker has handcuffed me to his bed.
“Linc,” I grit, tugging at the cuffs that have been looped around one of the rungs of his headboard.
He only grins as he slips his hand between my legs. “Fucking soaked. Just like I knew you’d be. Did sucking my cock turn you on? Is that what’s got your cunt so wet?”
He clamps his hand around my throat, cutting off my response, and slowly slides into me. Stretching me inch by inch until he’s fully seated.
“You don’t get to come until that sweet mouth is filled with me, Grace. Until I’m dripping down your chin,” he whispers in my ear, his hand at my throat squeezing harder. “And I’ll need you to beg me for it.”
He rolls his hips, the movement causing the handcuffs to pull at the skin of my wrists. Like that first time, he starts slow, and as he picks up the pace, he watches my face, letting me adjust to his girth before going harder, before he lets go of some of that control.
When he finally does, his fingers turn bruising, grip at my neck tightening as he fucks me in that way—animalistic, almost feral. The edge to him that ripples just below the surface, unleashing all that violence as he slams into me like I’m his to claim. To own.
And I am. All of me. In this moment, every damn piece of me is his. Because need isn’t the fucking word for it.
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass, meeting his thrusts, moaning and cursing as he goes harder. It’s perfect. That mix of pain, of dominance. A moment where I can let go and just feel him. Only him.
“God, Linc. Harder.” I’m so close. I’m there. Tingles rush up my legs, and my stomach tightens as that beautiful, euphoric release pulses deep in my core. God, I’m going to?—
In one harsh move, he rips out of me, cutting off my climax. The sound that comes out of my mouth is practically a sob. I think it might have been. The sensation dies, the tingles dissipate.
And above me, Lincoln Decker grins down at me, his perfect, handsome face full of mischief.
“Do you need to come, Grace?”
With a grunt, I scowl. Right. Beg for it. Fuck no. I clamp my lips shut and raise my chin in response.
With a low chuckle, he flips me over, the chain of the cuffs twisting as he yanks up my ass and slams back inside me.
I bite back a moan, refusing to show him how good this feels, how close I am.
But when his hand finds my throat again, the other working its way between my legs, circling, teasing, there’s that feeling again.
More tingles, my skin lighting on fire, breath ragged.
My climax builds quickly this time, barreling down on me, and then?—
He pulls out again. Another sob from me, body shaking, the need in me growing so fierce I can barely stomach it.
“Decker,” I breathe. It’s a fucking plea.
I’m on my back again, and his mouth is between my legs. His tongue winding around my clit slowly. It’s literal torture. This is illegal. It has to be.
“Problem, Gracie?”
“I… I need…”
He slips two fingers inside me, and as his hand and tongue start working me in unison, my back arches off the bed. With every movement, he edges me closer to what I want but I know he won’t give me.
“What do you need?”
Another few circles, his mouth moving in this perfect fucking way.
“I need to come. Please, Linc. Please. Just…”
He chuckles. “You weren’t listening, Grace. What did I tell you to beg for?”
I release a shaky breath, more than ready to give in. “My… my mouth. I need you to fuck my mouth. Please.”
“Good girl, Gracie. Open up for me.”
He climbs over me, straddling my chest, and angles up my face. When he presses his dick against my lips, I open for him, tasting myself on his length as he takes my mouth hard and rough.
I clutch the headboard, unable to move as the cuffs dig harder into my wrists while he slams in and out. With one hand on my jaw, the other at the back of my head, he holds me in place as he takes his pleasure again and again.
Tears stream down my face, spit covering my cheeks and chin, my breathing labored until he’s filling my mouth with his release.
“Fuck,” he grunts, near collapsing beside me. Then, grinning, he angles my head up again and forces my mouth open so he can see the mess he left on my tongue. “Swallow for me, Gracie.”
I do as he asks without hesitation.
He smirks, and then he’s moving back down, and a second later, he does that thing with his mouth between my legs again.
My whole body shakes, my muscles tensing and untensing, toes curling, a string of moans and gasps and straight-up screams coming from my mouth as he finally sends me over the edge.
It’s pure bliss. Pure euphoria. Complete unadulterated pleasure.
“I’m not done with you,” he says. “When I told you I’d be fucking you until you’re out of my system, I meant it.”
Between one breath and the next, he takes me again, hard and rough. Wild. Unrestrained. Fucking me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever fully get out of my system, that I think I might need to experience every day for the rest of my damn life.
No. Not need.
Need isn’t the goddamn word for it.