11. Linc

11

LINC

“ Y ou’re such a fucking asshole.”

Of course, the one fucking time I’m the good guy and step in, I get the brunt of her anger. Nothing’s changed. I should have just let her fuck the frat douchebags. What the hell do I care if she’s thoroughly unsatisfied by two dicks this time?

Because what she’s searching for, none of them can give her.

I toss my keys down on the coffee table and sit on the couch.

“Just go to bed, P. Sleep it off.”

She moves to where I’m sitting, standing directly in front of me, her eyes full of something ominous as she kneels between my legs, tipping her chin up to look into my eyes, both hands resting on my knees. “You owe me an orgasm. Or two.”

Is she fucking kidding me right now? “Doubt either of them could have gotten you off even once. But if you want to come, I guess I can help you out.” I lean forward, getting into her pretty face. “You want a vibrator?”

Her hands slide up my thighs. “I think we have all we need right here.”

I stand up, pushing her away. “Go to bed.” I start to walk away, stopping to look out at the lake, and she comes behind me, her hands on my shoulders.

Her mouth is at my ear. “Come on. Just do it, Linc.” I feel her breasts pressing against my back. “I need this.”

I turn around, facing her, forcing her to walk back a step. “What are you, a sex addict or something? You need rehab?”

She looks offended, her eyes widening as she steps back again, my body crowds hers as her ass meets the back of the couch. “Don’t you dare pretend like we’re different. You’ve been having sex with random girls for years.”

“That is different.”

“How?”

My hands rest on her hips. “You’re not having a good time. You’re trying to fuck Colt out of your system.” My lips dance over hers. “I was a whore long before he was gone.”

I notice her wince when I say the word “gone,” and my own heart strongly squeezes in my chest when I say it. But then she squares her shoulders and leans into me, her hand resting on my chest.

“So then, help me.”

Her hands land on my belt, yanking it lose quickly, undoing my pants at lightning speed as her eyes meet mine with determination and hunger. “You can’t offer sex, P. I’m not a good guy. I’m not him. I’ll fucking take it and won’t feel bad the next day.”

My hands move to her belt, flicking the metal through the hole and looping it through the buckle opening it, gauging the amount of hesitance I see in her eyes.

There’s none. “Fuck me like you did the first time.”

Christ. My dick hardens just being reminded of the first time we were together.

I flick the button on her shorts and lower the zipper, looking into her eyes. “Now’s the time to say ‘uncle’ if you’re bluffing.”

“Now, why would I do that? That would end all the fun.”

I push her shorts down partially over one hip enough to allow me to shove my hand into her panties, cupping her pussy in my hand as I look directly in her devious eyes. “You really fucking want this?”

My free hand cups her ass over the shorts, bracing her as her hips move forward, bucking against my hand. “You feel how wet I am?”

I swallow, as I run two fingers through her wet folds, and lean into her, my body molding to hers as I use one finger to slide over her swollen clit. “P,” I breathe against her mouth as my hips thrust forward, pressing against her thigh. One of my fingers enters her and then another, sliding in and out and then spreading the wetness over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Her fingers grip my biceps as her mouth presses against mine. “Fuck me, Linc.”

“Let’s go to my room. I need to grab a condom.”

She’s panting as she rocks against my hand. “No condom.”

I snap my eyes to hers and stop moving my fingers. “You want to get knocked-up?”

She looks frustrated. “You really think with as many guys as I’ve been with that I’m not on the pill?”

I’m not one to judge. I’m all for everyone fucking who they want, but I hate the thought of her with other men. “Ah, okay. So, you just want my dick to fall off when I stick it in you then?”

Jesus Christ. What the hell am I doing? I pull my hand out of her jean shorts and start to walk away, but she grabs my hand. “I use condoms with all of them. I just want it to be exactly like the first time.”

I can barely look at her. What fucking game is she playing? Is she trying to punish us both? I feel physically ill as I look up at the raised ceiling of the living room, my throat tightening to a painful level.

“Why?”

“Because it will help. I promise.”

I lower my eyes to meet hers, seeing despair in them. “You need help, Penelope.”

She leans against the back of the couch. “No shit.” She lifts her top off, leaving her full braless tits on display for my miscreant eyes.

I take two sure steps toward her, spinning her away from me and pressing against her body from behind, my hand sliding over her stomach, then back down her shorts and between her legs. “This is what you want?”

She leans forward, her hands grabbing the back of the couch. “God, yes.”

The fingers of one of my hands play with her clit as the other cups her breast, the thumb flicking over her hardened nipple. “My mom will be here in two days.”

“That’s really fucking weird foreplay, Linc,” she pants as she moves against my hand.

I lean into her ear, my voice harsh and full of need for her. “I’ll fuck you, if you promise you’ll clean up by then.”

I feel her body stiffen, and I know how close she is to coming, but I stop moving my hand, causing her to whimper with desire.

“Linc . . .”

I move my hand from her breast to her throat, tipping her head back as I lean over her. “Promise me, P.”

I feel her swallow against my hand, and then she nods. “I promise. I’ll be good when she’s here.”

I drag my lips over the side of her jaw before I release her and push her shorts and panties down her long legs before doing the same with my jeans and briefs. “Do not fuck me over, Penelope.”

I line up at her entrance from behind as she wiggles her hips, begging for me to be inside her, but I don’t move.

“Linc.” It’s a groan from her lips, a plea from her.

I turn my head, looking out the window at the lake again and push inside her, feeling her stretch for me as she leans forward, taking me in.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice reflecting her relief from an intense craving.

“This is what you want?” I repeat it again needing to hear it, that she wants me.

One of my hands rests on her hip and the other moves back to her full breast, finding her nipple and pinching it between my thumb and finger. “Yes. God, Linc. Please don’t stop.”

I bury my cock deep inside her before nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back inside of her, feeling her body accept each thrust over and over again. My dick is immersed in her, each stroke bringing us both closer to the brink.

I pinch her nipple hard, pulling and punishing it as she drags her fingernails over my bare thighs, digging in hard, nearly causing me to come from the painful sensation.

Both of us relish pain mixed with pleasure, both craving punishment for our many sins.

“Come inside me, Linc.”

“Fuck, P. It shouldn’t be this good.”

I feel the buildup coming as I quicken the pace, crashing into her with no mercy. “I know.”

My hand moves to her engorged clit, and when I pinch it with harsh pressure, I feel her tight pussy clench around my cock, sending us both over the edge as streams of cum burst from my cock into her. Then we both collapse against the couch, spent and broken.

But the few moments of pleasure doesn’t take away any pain, it only adds to it.

“You never could resist saving me, Linc.”

I swallow the bile rising in my throat.

Wishing I would have just let Colt handle her from the beginning in his way.

Maybe then we wouldn’t be here.