Clamping my legs together to alleviate the intensity did nothing but push Lincoln’s mouth closer. I was on the brink, the tingling in my belly cresting and pushing me toward an all-consuming orgasm.
“Lincoln!” I shouted, pulling on his hair before letting my legs fall to the side.
“Shhh,” he warned, throwing my leg over his shoulder. “I don’t want anyone to hear you comin’.”
It was late, and while I’d heard some voices earlier, I didn’t think there were many people gathered in the other area of the clubhouse. But I didn’t know if there was anyone else staying in any of the other rooms, so I tried to control myself. Moan after moan fell from my lips, and when he realized I couldn’t be quiet, he moved up my body and covered my mouth with his, his fingers continuing to work me over as he swallowed my screams when he tipped me over.
When I started to come back down, he kissed along my jaw, then beneath my earlobe, which was a ticklish spot I found out. I laughed when he persisted and tried to move away, but he had me pinned in place.
“Now I know your weakness.” He wiggled his brows and his fingers at the same time, which were still inside me, lazily stroking me.
“You’re my weakness.” My heart ached at the thought of not being with Lincoln. I was an overthinker by nature, and every time I concocted some hypothetical scenario, I swore my heart and mind reeled with the possibilities that someday we’d be separated. While I was young, what I felt for him was the real deal.
“I’m your weakness?” he asked, propping himself up on his forearm, trailing the fingers he had inside me a moment ago along my side, making me flinch. Apparently, I was ticklish in more than one spot.
“Yes.” I looked away for a moment to gather my nerve. “Please don’t be freaked out, but I need you.” I wanted to say so much more but feared he’d reject me and run.
“I know. That’s why I’m right here.” He looked like he wanted to say something else but kissed me instead. It was moments later when he finally spoke again. “I want you so bad right now, but if you’ve changed your mind, I’ll stop. Just say the word.”
His concern for my well-being touched me so deeply I couldn’t even put it into words. But instead of being extra mushy, and getting even more emotional than I already was, I said, “I want to be with you.”
Lincoln pushed himself back until he sat at the bottom of the bed. He leaned over, reached down and grabbed his jeans, pulling a condom from his back pocket. Standing to his full height, he ripped the foil with his teeth and sheathed himself before covering my body with his once more.
“Wrap your legs around me. Yeah, like that.” His hand disappeared between our bodies right before the tip of him pressed into me. I’d seen what he was gifted with, and he was as large as he felt. There was a mild discomfort as he worked himself all the way in, but once I was full, the ache that had resided within me pumped back to full force. “Am I hurting you?”
A tear escaped from the corner of my eye at his question, and it had nothing to do with what he’d asked me. Not really. The last time Griller forced himself on me, he asked me that same question when I was facedown on his mattress. When I answered yes, he laughed but never stopped. He loved my pain, whereas Lincoln would do everything in his power to protect me from it.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because you care.”
“I do.” He kissed me. “More than I ever have for anyone else before.” He pulled back before thrusting forward, slow and gentle, the muscles in his neck straining as he moved back and forth. “Fuck!” he grunted, capturing my mouth and stealing my breath. “I want to stay buried inside you for days.”
“Okay.” I was serious, but when he chuckled, so did I.
He kissed the sweet spot beneath my lobe, only this time I was too busy enjoying the feel of him to be bothered by the slight tickle of his lips. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders before grasping his arms as he drove into me in long, sure strokes, pinning me to the bed.
I was caged beneath him, but I’d never felt so free.
When Lincoln picked up his pace, the sounds he made were guttural, filled with desire and need, pushing me into a world of sweet torture.
“Maddie.” My name was expelled on a ragged breath. He dipped his head and took my nipple into his mouth, teasing the tightened bud with his tongue, then his teeth, careful not to apply too much pressure before releasing me. He moved to my other breast, continuing to torment me with his mouth. Moments later, with a gruff moan, he rolled us until he was on his back and I sat astride him. “Is this okay?” He barely had the air in his lungs to ask the question, grabbing my hips and moving me back and forth on top of him.
The position allowed me to feel like I was in control, not that I didn’t feel that way when I was beneath him, but there was something about this position that lit fire to my confidence.
“Yes, but I’m not sure how to—” He pumped upward, obliterating the rest of what I was gonna say. “Oh… you’re so deep this way.” I held myself upright by slapping my hands on his chest, the hardness of his muscles eradicating any fear I was hurting him.
“Grab your tits,” he ordered, his eyes darkening with lust.
“But I’ll fall.” I wanted to please him, but I feared I’d topple over if I removed my hands from him.
“I got you.” His grip on my waist tightened, but he wasn’t hurting me. If anything, the power of his hold thrilled me. “Do it.” I moved my hands up my body until I came to my breasts. “Squeeze them. Play with your nipples. Yeah… like that.”
Watching the way Lincoln licked his lips as he watched me play with myself was like the best drug. He made me feel desirable, something I’d never felt before him. But it wasn’t long before he was commanding me into another position, pulling me toward him.
“Put your hands on the bed.” As soon as I complied, he reached around and gripped my ass, moving me so that I was bouncing up and down on him. Then he thrust upward and pulled me down at the same time, rocking me back and forth like before. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted. “I’m gonna come soon.” The sounds he made pushed me closer and closer. “Use my cock for what you need, baby.” He licked at the seam of my lips. “Are you close?”
“Yes.” I could barely breathe. My body was filled by him, as was my heart. “I’m almost there.” He rested his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning my mouth as he struggled to maintain any sort of composure.
Then, without warning, Lincoln flipped me on my back, never breaking stride as he continued driving into me. His hand disappeared between our bodies, finally shoving me over the cliff. With his head buried in my neck, his hand moved to cover my mouth when I started to scream. I ended up biting his finger, but I didn’t think he even noticed, grinding into me as he came seconds after me.
Only when our heartbeats slowed, did Lincoln roll onto his back next to me, removing the condom and tossing it in a nearby waste bin. “Come here,” he said, pulling me so that my head rested on his chest. “That was—”
“Amazing,” I finished for him. “I’ve never….” My words trailed off because I didn’t want to think about what I’d never been able to do before he came into my life. I only wished my virginity hadn’t been stolen so I could’ve given it to him.