Chapter 28

Lincoln

“Tease me,” I say, widening my legs and leaning back on extended arms. A sexy smile plays across her lips as if she can’t wait to do exactly that. She tips her hip to the right and so effortlessly rolls to the left, already drawing me in like the siren she is. As I run my tongue along my lip, I can still taste her there. It’s taking all my restraint to wait for her to come to me.

“You look hungry, Foxx,” she says while she steps out of her boots.

My eyes roam around her body, from her now bare feet up the length of her toned legs and full thighs as she drags the hem of her dress up to those hips. “Starved, baby.”

Her movements stutter for a breath when I call her that.

“Show me,” she says as she pulls the dress up and over her breasts and tosses it aside. Looking down at my lap, she tips her chin toward me. “Show me what I’m teasing.”

I shift my weight and use one hand to unbuckle my belt, tugging the leather out of its notch, and then pull open the button to unzip my jeans. My cock has been hard since she put me on my knees at the party. And right now, he’s leaking eagerly for her attention. “Look at you—so fucking beautiful. Show me where you want my mouth,” I say, fixated on her tits.

She gives me a coy look, biting her lip and trailing her fingers up her center to circle around the sheer pink bra she’s wearing. “I want you here.” Her nipples are puffy and looking more than ready to be licked and sucked. Reaching behind her back, she flicks open the clasp and lets the garment fall down her arms and to the floor. “Here.”

She turns her body so I can see the curvature of her back and draws her fingers over her shoulder, up her neck, and just below her jaw. “I want your mouth and teeth dragging along here.”

I’m mesmerized by her, nodding dumbly. My body is tuned in to any small move she makes and every inch she touches, and it feels like I’m strung tight by a live wire.

Looping her fingers into the band of her thong next, she bends at the waist as she rolls it down her thighs and to the floor. Her fingers draw a path up the backs of her thighs, toward the crease of her ass, and along each cheek as she turns her body back to face me. “I want your mouth and your tongue here first.” She follows the same lines of where her panties sat along each hip, then to her apex as she moves two fingers down her center, sighing when she slides them past her clit. Knowing how wet she already is has me swallowing a groan. “Then you’re going to fuck me slowly. Deeply. Right here.”

I sit up as she comes closer. “Your body,” I hum as she reaches me and drags her fingers through my hair. “The way you look at me...” I rest my forehead against her as she stands above me. “I can’t explain how good it feels. And when you touch me...”

She drags her fingers from the nape of my neck and up to the front of my hair as I tilt my head back to look at her. “When I touch you...”

“It feels like I’m important. To you. In that moment. I’ve never been so aware of the simplest touch. The way you taste, how you smell, and then the sight of you wanting me.” I shake my head and smile.

She lowers to her knees and looks up at me through those pretty dark lashes. Tucking her fingers into the waist of my boxer briefs, she urges me to lift, pulling them down my thighs and off. “I’m going to need you in my mouth when you tell me I’m pretty.”

“Oh fuck,” I breathe out just as she wraps her hand around my cock to guide it past her lips and along her tongue. I tilt my head back at how fucking wet and warm her mouth feels, how welcoming. Playing with the head of my cock, her tongue draws pathways before her lips wrap around me again and she takes me into her throat.

Moaning, I drag my fingers into her hair and let them tangle. I pull just enough to keep time with the way she moves up and down my length. “You look so fucking pretty. Your lips wrapped around me so tight and that tongue isn’t missing a single inch.”

She hums at the praise.

One hand follows her mouth, while the other digs her fingers into my thigh. She swallows and moans around me, sucking me so well that I’m lost in the warmth and wetness of her perfect mouth. It’s pulling me too quickly to the edge.

“Fuck, this feels too good.” I gasp as she flexes her hand and swallows, her throat constricting around me. When she pulls back, her chest heaves for breath and she looks up at me in a daze, like she’s been lost in this moment as much as I had.

“Come here, I need to taste how wet you are from sucking me off,” I say as I pull her up and move her to the bed.

She lets out a small laugh as I lay her back and kiss down her body. “Everything, especially my pussy, tingles right now because of y—” She doesn’t finish her thought.

A labored sigh and hum of approval escapes as I swipe my tongue along her slit. Fucking soaked. I flatten my tongue and drag it back up, making sure not to leave anything behind. When her hips jolt as I swipe along her clit, I pin them down and suck on that perfect little spot that forces a raspy moan from her throat. I can’t help but smile against her as she follows it up with, “Lincoln fuucckKING Foxx.”

“Let’s make sure I don’t miss anywhere,” I say as I lick up her center, leaving a trail of kisses as my lips follow every line she traced along her skin as she stripped for me. From the center of her chest and around each of her tits, across the swell of each, and then pulling her nipple into my mouth and sucking. She’s writhing as I move back up her body and nuzzle into her neck. “This is where you wanted me, right?”

She nods, tilting her chin up to make space for me as she breathes out, “Everywhere...”

I run my teeth along her shoulder, giving her a bite that has her humming, before I move onto my knees so I can flip her to her stomach. She gasps a laugh, looking over her shoulder to watch my fingers ghost along her back as I move farther down the bed. Hovering just off to the side, I lick my way up the back of her thigh, relishing how she trembles. My cock brushes against her skin, and it’s almost painful how hard and ready I am for her.

“I’ve wanted to lick right here since that video you accidentally sent me,” I tell her just as I swipe my lips first, and then my tongue, along that perfect crease where her thigh meets her ass. So fucking good . She moans as I slap her ass cheek and then grip it nice and tight.

“Foxx,” she breathes out. With my guidance, she rolls her body to the side, and I angle mine behind her. Pushing her legs apart, I spread her pussy so I can look at exactly where I want to be. She’s dripping, her core shiny with arousal. I rub the head of my cock along her lips, and then slide into her slowly, inch by inch. Her back arches to take more of me, whimpering at the stretch when I’m fully seated inside her.

“That’s it. Tip your ass back and let me fuck you, baby.”

Draping her leg over mine, she opens herself up just enough so I can fuck her deeper. My fingers play along her clit in rhythm with the way our hips meet with every thrust and roll. And in seconds, her body tenses and her chest stops heaving as she holds her breath, readying to fall over the edge and come for me.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, just as her orgasm flows over her, making her entire body jerk forward and shake as she clenches around me.

“The sounds you make when you come...” I groan, barely hanging on.

She smiles at my words, eyes closed and hair messy. “I’m going to need another one,” I tell her as I shift our bodies so I can watch her face this time when she comes. With her beneath me, I nudge her legs wider and slide back into her, kissing her shoulder as I do.

“Oh, holy shit, Foxx,” she says on a gasp as I glide in deep and bottom out. I give her a second to adjust to me in this position.

“I’ll go slow,” I say as she tips her chin up to kiss me. I want to give her another one, so I roll my hips slow, moving deeper with every thrust. It’s sweaty and sexy and feels so fucking good that within seconds, her pussy grips me tight and pulses around me, drawing out a guttural moan from my lips. My orgasm builds from the tips of my limbs to the edges of my skin and lingers for the briefest moment before crashing through me until I can’t catch my breath.

Wetness and warmth flood her and she moans out the most beautiful sound of pleasure. It’s the single most intimate and vulnerable moment of my life with her eyes focused on mine, her hands gripping me so tightly, and the quickened breaths that I can’t seem to slow. Tears well in her eyes as she looks at me, leaning up and searching out a kiss that I would never deny her. Our lips and tongues move as if we’re sealing whatever this is between us. A confirmation of perfection.

“That was–” she says, and the only thing I can do is kiss her. Answer her in the only possible way, because that wasn’t just sex. It shifted everything I’ve been thinking and instead made it an absolute.

We’re a quiet, tangled and sweaty mess of limbs as we lie wrapped up in each other, coming down from our high, and it isn’t until I hear her giggle that I open my eyes.

“You were smiling with your eyes closed,” she says as she drags her finger over my nose and along my lips.

I grip her fingers and kiss them before I say, “You’ve rendered me stupid. Maybe slightly delirious too.” On shaky legs, I get up and grab a cloth from the bathroom, a realization hitting me. “We didn’t use a condom that time.”

She sits up on her elbows, looking down at her body. “I am very much not concerned. Birth control since I turned eighteen, and it’s been...” Her eyes meet mine when she confesses, “Aside from you. I have only ever been with one other person.”

That has me surprised, but I can’t say I’m unhappy about it. “Is it crazy of me to hate the other guy?”

She laughs as I wipe along her thighs. “You definitely hate the other guy.”

Closing her eyes, her face pinches. “I didn’t have any big plans about my virginity, just that I hadn’t rushed to lose it, and then all of a sudden, I was in my twenties. I was in the police academy and my partner was very flirty. And we just did it. A couple times, but I didn’t want more.”

“Please tell me your partner wasn’t Cortez.” My eyes narrow on hers.

“My partner wasn’t Cortez?” She says, her voice kicking up at the end.

“Yeah, I fucking hate him,” I say as she gets up and kisses my lips before moving into the bathroom. I lie back and prop my head along the pillows and think about how I have no right to be jealous of someone in her past—not when I have one too.

She walks back into the room and plucks her dress from the floor, but before she can even think about putting it on, I sit up and pull her toward me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I wasn’t paying attention when we got here, obviously, but this isn’t your room.”

“It’s the guest suite. But it is my room. I don’t use the master any longer—” And just as I say it, I realize how much gossip she’s heard, but she doesn’t truly know what went on the night that Olivia died or the conversation I had been reeling about just before I ran into her on the edge of the cornfield.