Chapter 16

Sophie

So this is happening.

Finally.

I have no clue what's changed for him, but I'm not about to question the turnabout. He kisses me like he's as desperate for me as I am for him and finally, someone wants me as much as I want them. If he stops this time, I don't think I'll ever forgive him and I'll definitely have to find another job, but I don't care.

I want this.

I've wanted it for weeks.

His warm mouth closes around my peaked nipple while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. It feels incredible. Pushing further into him, I slide my fingers into his messy hair to anchor myself. When my legs shake with lust, I climb onto his lap for support, tossing my head back when his sharp bite sends electricity shooting through my muscles.

Thick fingers caress my left thigh, and he rudely pulls his mouth away from my boob. "These thighs of yours have been torturing me all day, Shortcake." His fingers move higher, tracing my tattoo, then glide across to the front panel of my panties. "Every glimpse of your tattoo was pure torture." He rubs my pussy with the back of his hand, making me squirm. "I felt like a teenager, waiting for you to bend over or sit, so I could steal another glance." My eyebrows shoot up because he did a damn good job of hiding all of this from me.

He flicks up my pleated miniskirt, exposing my panties to him, then grips my waist and positions me on the edge of his desk, rolling himself closer. He uses his big hands to push open my thighs and his heated gaze drops to my panties, which I'm certain are soaked. If I weren't so turned on right now and desperate for his touch, I would be embarrassed, but the lust filling the space between us suggests he enjoys how wet I am.

His eyes flick up to mine. "Is that all for me?"

Mmm, his voice has grown deeper, more gravelly.

I bite my bottom lip, suddenly shy. Dragging the backs of his knuckles over the wet patch, he licks his lips, then dips his head and presses his nose into the fabric, rubbing my clit with infuriatingly feather-light circles that tease me and drive me crazy at the same time. Leaning back on my hands, I tilt up my hips, but he pulls away and pushes my butt flush with the desk.

"Lincoln," I moan in frustration, digging my fingers into his hair to pull him back to me.

A dark chuckle gusts past his lips. "You in a hurry, Shortcake?"

Guilt that I should be in a hurry to get home to James slides down my spine, but I push it away. He'll be asleep by now, so there's no need to hurry Lincoln along. I shake my head. "No. I just want you to make me feel good."

"Oh, I plan to make you feel fucking amazing." His lips tip up in a lazy smirk and he winks at me before tucking his fingers into each side of my panties. "Lift." I follow his command, and he slides the cotton down my legs, scraping his nails along my flesh, and over my boots until they're free. "These hot as fuck boots are staying on and so is that skirt. I've had images of bending you over my desk all day."

My pussy throbs at the image he paints, and I'm certain I'll leave a wet patch on his desk. "God, I want that so much." He drives me crazy with his words.

Lincoln lowers his head with a wicked grin and then his lips touch my knee in a tender kiss. He makes his way up my thigh, kissing my leg until his mouth is in line with my private space. His hand grazes my other thigh, and he uses his fingers to separate my lips. A groan rumbles from deep within and with his eyes locked on the prize, he moves in, pressing my thighs further apart with his broad shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue sends my head spinning, and the second has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Delicate passes over my soft, swollen lips.

He licks my heated flesh, sending my blood racing through my veins to the point it's all I can hear. My heart pounds a heady rhythm that threatens to escape my ribs. When he moves his fingers so he can hold me open with one hand, then slips a long digit inside me, my hips buck. His hot tongue works over my clit in increasingly tight circles and I feel his lips tip into a smile against me when I grip his hair, holding him to me because I might die if he stops.

"I love your hands on me, but can you loosen your grip a little?" he says, with his lips pressed against my pussy.

Oh shit!

I release his hair and massage the area I was abusing as he switches out one finger for two and slams into me roughly, stealing the apology from my lips. I cry out as I push into his hand. "That feels so good."

"You are so fucking hot and tight around my fingers. My dick is gonna tear this little pussy apart." He pushes in deeper and the sound of my wetness fills the office. "I'm going to erase any previous lovers from your memory."

His words send flashes of light zapping through my body, lighting me up to the point I fear my orgasm is going to rip me apart. Every muscle draws tight and my legs close around Lincoln's head as he flicks his tongue over my sensitive nub. My body coils like a spring and as he continues to pump his fingers and lick my clit, the tightness in my body becomes almost unbearable. My panting breaths and moans add to the symphony of sounds in the office while my blood sizzles through my veins.

His eyes lock on mine and I hold his heated gaze—unable to tear my eyes away—as my body detonates into oblivion. His answering groan vibrates against me, creating smaller shockwaves through my body; making my legs shake and stomach quiver.

That was embarrassingly fast.

I drop to my back, spent and wrung out, my muscles like liquid. There's no way I can go back to using my toys now. They're sorely lacking compared to Lincoln's mouth and fingers, along with the scruff of his jaw, his powerful body between my legs, his hair tickling my stomach, and his wicked words.

A satisfied sigh bursts from my lips as I drop my hands to my still-quivering stomach, my legs dangling off the end of Lincoln's desk. I don't even have the energy to be embarrassed about my state of undress. His large hands slide up and down my thighs in a soothing caress while he presses soft kisses to my bare mound.

The sound of a drawer opening and closing, followed by rustling, has me lifting my head. He tosses a condom on the desk next to me with a raised brow. "I'm prepared this time." His lips tip up on one side and I push up, ready to rid him of his clothing.

Maybe this isn't as sudden as it seems.

As I sit, he leans in, delving his fingers into my hair and gripping the strands, pulling my head back and locking his gaze with mine. Blue flames study me, skating over my features, cataloging every freckle and blemish. I try to move my head, to kiss him … anything, but he holds me in place. "Lincoln?" I murmur. I hope he's not noting how much younger I am than him and he's going to tell me he can't do this for some inane reason.

He brings his fingers up and presses them between my eyes, stroking away the creases caused by my confusion, and his eyes dip to my lips. "You're so fucking beautiful, Soph. All flushed from your orgasm, eyes dazed, skin flushed and glossy." He nudges my nose with his and presses our foreheads together. "Before I destroy you, I want you to know how much I value this gift you're giving me. I want you to know how much I respect you because I'm about to disrespect you in the best possible way." He pulls away and uses my hair to drag me from the desk. "Now drop to your knees and take out my cock." My pussy gushes. Gushes. With wide eyes and my heart trying to crack through my ribs, I shakily reach for his button. Resting my hand on the impressive bulge trapped behind his zipper, I pause to soak in the moment. My fingers shake as I unfasten it and drag the zipper down to reveal dark green boxer briefs. I lick my lips at the sight of the darker patch on his boxers and rub my wet thighs together. "Take it out, Soph," he demands, the deep rumble of his voice dripping with lust.

I nod, dragging his underwear down, releasing his heavy cock. It bounces free and I catch it on my tongue. I only hope Lincoln doesn't notice how inexperienced I am. I've never done this before. The idea of sticking Paul's dick in my mouth was gross at seventeen. However, I can't wait to get my mouth on Lincoln. I want to please him, so I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and swallow as much of him as I can. His hips punch forward as a wild groan barrels out of him when his cock hits the back of my throat. Unprepared, I sputter and pull my mouth away so I can catch a breath. "Sorry."

He cups my cheek, his eyes burning with intensity. "Slow down, Shortcake. I don't expect you to take all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours on the first try. We'll work up to that," he assures me with a wink.

Taking a deep breath, I try to relax, to calm down, to slow my racing heart. Once I'm more composed, I swipe my tongue through his slit and his abs contract deliciously. So sexy. I trace up his body with my eyes, along that sexy trail of dark hair from his cock to his navel, over the hills and valleys of his abs, up to his tense pecs, peaked nipples, and those two words inked over his heart, always remember. The flush of goosebumps across his tanned and still lightly bruised skin shows he's as affected as I am, settling my nerves.

He's so beautiful.

His fingers dive into my hair and he grips it, holding my head still as he pushes past my lips with a shallow thrust. I grip the base of his cock and stroke it in time with his movements, but he's being too careful and I don't want careful.

I want desperate.

I want wild.

I want wicked.

Reaching around him, I grip his ass, relax my throat, and press him into me until I can feel almost every inch of him.

"Fuck, Soph!" he gasps and the woman inside me smirks with satisfaction that I can make someone as experienced as him unbalanced.

Swallowing, I breathe through my nose, looking up at him with tears blurring my vision—brown eyes to the perfect blue flames of his—and I suck, lick, and stroke him. I devour him as he thickens in my mouth, making it almost impossible to continue. He groans, loosening his grip on my hair to stroke it reverently.

Carefully.

Lovingly.

What I see in his stare undoes me.

It's too deep.

Too connected.

And I'm unsure if he means for me to see it, so I break contact and slide him out of my mouth, drawing in a much-needed breath, then take him to the back of my throat again with determination. Squeezing his ass, I drag one hand around to cup his balls to tease them like I've seen women do in some videos I've watched. His abs ripple and tense and panting groans escape his lips, stealing the silence in the office. With each pump of his hips and sexy sound escaping his throat, I grow wetter, and my empty center aches.

Tears escape down my cheeks and excess saliva dribbles out of my mouth, and while I should be more concerned about how I look, the heated stare directed my way puts any worries to rest. His fingers grip my hair, and he drags me off his heavy cock. "You're doing so good, Soph, but I don't want to come down your throat." He releases his grip. "Not this time."