CHAPTER 28 LINCOLN

I'm antsy as I wait for this meeting to come to an end.

The first day of camp is usually nothing more than arrival day, but since we're starting with practice tomorrow morning, we're having a team meeting where I go over the plays we'll practice in the morning. I'm going to hit them with the long drive drill tomorrow, which means we'll start on the five-yard line on one end of the field and reset with a different play every five yards all the way down the field. That's eighteen plays, and it'll show me who's been busy memorizing the playbook and who's been fucking around.

I give them twenty-five plays to focus on, not telling them which eighteen I'll run, and the entire coaching staff is ready to see what these players can do tomorrow morning.

The evening finally comes to an end, and I recap with Mike and Andy with a drink at the bar before I head up to my room.

It's a little after midnight, and I'm exhausted…but not too exhausted to make good on my word to Jolene earlier.

I thought she knew where we stood. I thought she trusted me.

But it's clear to me now that she doesn't. And tonight, I'm going to make damn sure to show her.

The door between our rooms on my side is closed, and I don't bother warning her with a text. Instead, I open my side, and hers is open.

She's laying on her bed watching television. The lights are off. The curtains are drawn.

She looks sweet and innocent there as she waits for me, and the things I have planned are the opposite. I want to corrupt and debase her.

"Hi," she says softly.

I don't say a word back.

My heart races as I close the door between our rooms, and she flicks off the television, casting us in darkness.

Even from where I stand, her breathing quickens, and my dick pulses painfully in my black pants as it begs for escape.

I don't say a word as I move toward the bed. It's too dark in here, but maybe that makes what's about to go down even sexier.

I'll admit I spent part of my evening imagining what I was going to do to her while Mike talked offense and Andy talked defense. I imagined shoving my cock down her throat. I imagined fucking her tits. I imagined taking her to the edge then pulling back, withholding her orgasm even longer as punishment.

"I want you naked. Now," I demand.

I strip out of my clothes as I see shadows of movement in the dark room. There's a little gap in the curtains, allowing a bit of moonlight to cast a glow as my eyes adjust to the darkness.

My mind runs wild with possibilities, but as my mouth waters, I know where I'm going to start.

And I dive right in without warning, burying my tongue in her hot cunt.

"Oh," she gasps, and her hands move to my head, threading through my hair.

She's so goddamn wet for me, ready as she waited like a good girl, and I want to lead her to climax, but I also want to stretch this out.

I nip and suck at her clit before dipping my tongue down into that sweet cunt again, and her hips start to buck as she rides my face.

I can tell she's getting close as her body starts to tighten beneath my touch, and that's when I pull back.

"Not yet," I say, and she cries out with a strangled, frustrated sob. I start to move along her body until I find her tits and I straddle her there, push them together, and slide my dick through the valley between them.

She reaches down and puts her hands over mine, and I let go so I can roll and pinch her nipples as I fuck her tits—something I've wanted to do since we were teenagers, if I'm being honest.

And it's every bit as hot as I thought it would be.

She moves a hand from where she's cupping the side of one of her breasts, and I put my hand back. She reaches for the head of my cock as it slides between her tits, and she starts to stroke me as I move.

She moves her other hand, and I'm forced to stop touching her nipple to hold her breast in place. She reaches down and cups my balls in her other hand as she keeps stroking the tip, and as much as I'd planned on fucking both her mouth and her pussy tonight, it's too many sensations at once. We'll have time for those another day. Tonight, this is how I'm coming.

I let out a loud grunt as my balls tighten and I start to come, and I bat her hands out of the way so I can let go all over those gorgeous tits. I growl as I stroke my cock, jets of come streaming out of the head and onto her body, and I wish there was more light in here so I could see the masterpiece that is me claiming that sweet, sweet body of hers.

As soon as I'm done, I flick on the light on the nightstand beside us.

"Hey!" she says, shielding her eyes as she squints in the dark, and I sit up between her legs to admire how fucking hot she looks with my come all over those perfect, gorgeous tits.

It's nearly enough to make me come again, but I'm fucking spent.

"Well, thanks. Goodnight," I say, and I climb off the bed as I start to head toward my room.

"What?" she balks.

I halt where I am. I was never really planning to leave—not without making her come first, of course, and I am a fucking gentleman so I'll at least get her a washcloth since there's semen all over her tits.

"What?" I ask.

"What about…you know…"

"Say it, Jolene," I demand.

"I want to…you know. You said I should wait, and I did, and I need to." The needy desperation in her voice is hot as fuck.

"Need to what?" I ask.

"Come," she whispers.

I blow out a breath. "Ask like you mean it."

"Will you please give me a fucking orgasm before I die over here?" she blurts, and I can't help my laugh.

I head to the bathroom first to make her wait just a little longer, and I return with a washcloth. I wipe my jizz off her chest, and then I move down between her legs. I shove my tongue back into her pussy, and I drop a finger a little lower down into the tight bud of her ass. She squeals when I do it, and I move my tongue up to her clit as I insert a finger from my other hand into her pussy.

"Oh, God, oh my God!" she practically screams, and I know we need to be quiet since we're in a hotel with the rest of my team, but I fucking love hearing how much she appreciates what I'm doing to her.

She comes nearly immediately and violently, her body tensing and pulsing over and over as I keep both fingers inside her, my tongue pressing to her clit until the waves crest and she starts to come back down from the high. It's so intense, so hot, so gorgeous that I feel nearly ready to go again, to get inside that pussy and fuck her for the rest of the night.

But we're both spent. Exhausted. Sated.

She's panting, and I watch her beautiful face as she starts to cry.

Oh fuck.

Did I hurt her?

"What's wrong?" I murmur softly as I stroke her hair and press a soft kiss to her temple.

"Holy shit, Lincoln," she whispers through her tears. "That was incredible. I've never come that hard before."

I lean down and press a kiss to her lips, the first time I've kissed her tonight. "I hope you know what you mean to me after that. There is nobody else. Only you. You own me. So get ready for a lifetime of climaxes like that, Jo."

Even as the words leave my mouth, though, I fear they're just lip service. I don't know if we have a lifetime.

And the mere thought of that nearly makes me start to cry, too.