It absolutely doesn’t stop us from slipping into the roles of someone new occasionally either.
What can I say? Lincoln likes to test ideas out before he records them, and he’svery goodat his job. It also happens to make me want to be very, very good in return.
He’s sprawled back on the couch, legs splayed wide on each side of me, stretching the limits of his sweats. The hard line of his dick against his thigh is making my mouth water.
“It’s perfectly natural. Let me show you.”
He thumbs his waistband with one hand, reaching for me with the other. Warm fingers glide along my jaw, trace over my lips, slide onto my tongue.
I used to get in trouble for putting odd things in my mouth— chewing on the ends of pens, Barbies’ hands, Legos. Was told it was a bad habit. Dirty. But I guess I never grew out of it.
There’s so much hunger in his eyes that I have to press my palms flat against my thighs to stop myself from crawling into his lap. When I walked out of our bedroom in a sundress, I thought Lincoln would take me on the floor right then and there (don’t worry, I’ll be cashing in that raincheck in about forty minutes).
Getting dressed to suit the part is always worth it where he’s concerned.
He pulls his fingers free, and they glisten in the overhead light. “You need to do as I say. Can you do that for me?” he asks, tone firm, and I can already feel how soaked my panties are.
I nod eagerly, ready for my lesson.
“Good girl.”
He slides his hand into his pants, taking hold of his dick and giving it a few slow pulls. He’s such a damn tease.
“We’ll start slow,” he says, and finally frees himself, pushing his waistband below his balls, and fuck, I can’t wait to taste him. Holding himself at the base, his huge hand only emphasizes how big he is.
“Come here.” His free hand slides around to my hair, massaging gently before pulling me toward his hard cock. “I want you to lick it.” His voice is like charred gravel.
I swear I could come from the sound alone.
“Just your mouth for now, all right?”
Keeping my hands on my knees, I slide forward, leaning in until I can feel the heat coming off his skin, breathing in the thick scent of him, precum and body wash and a little sweat. My mouth is watering.
Guiding me by the back of my head, he presses the tip of his cock to my lips, and I lick around the head, pressing sloppy kisses down his shaft and back again, getting more confident as I go.
“Use your tongue. That’s it. Good. Just like that. Get it nice and wet.”
Fuck. If anything is wet, it’s me. I clench my thighs together with a whine.
“God, you’re so hungry for it,” he says, and it’s so incredibly rewarding to hear the strain in his voice already. “Look at you. You’re salivating.”
Positioning myself so I can look up through my lashes at him, I take the head of him in my mouth, swirl my tongue around the sensitive skin.
“Fuck, that’s it. Right there. You’re doing so well.”
He pulls out of my mouth, fisting himself and spreading my saliva along his cock. “Are you ready for more?”
Oh my god, am I ready.
His smile is wicked when I nod. “Open up, then.” I let my mouth fall open, pushing my tongue out. “We’re going to start gentle. Careful of your teeth.” He slides in, filling my mouth inch by inch, hot and heavy. I want to pack up and live here forever. “Perfect, there you go.”
Jesus, my clit is throbbing. I’m dying to touch myself; it would probably only take ten seconds for me to come, but he hasn’t given me permission, and I know from experience it’ll be so much sweeter if I wait.
I trust him to take care of me.
“Keep going. You can take it.”
When he pulls me off his cock, I have to gasp in a breath in the second before he pushes back into my mouth. Fuck, I need to touch myself so badly.
