“I’m so proud of you for bringing that toothbrush over,” I whispered against his mouth, fingers still dancing across his face. “You did what you were told, and now can you feel how happy you’ve made me?”
Lincoln’s muscles clamped down around me, and he squeezed his eyes shut, answering me with a silent nod.
“When I’m at work tomorrow, I want you to go back to your apartment, and I want you to bring some spare clothes next. Can you do that, sweetheart?”
I fucked into him with a slow and leisurely pace, rewarding him with a deep and sharp thrust when he answered me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“How do you decide?” I asked, rubbing my nose against his. “Daddy or Sir?”
“Daddy always,” he murmured, lifting his head just enough from the bed to search out my mouth. “Sir sometimes.”
I chuckled, snapping my hips against the back of his thighs.
“Sir always,” he corrected. “Sir, can I come?”
I wrapped one of my hands around the top of his head, using his body to fuck myself deeper and harder into him. I held Lincoln’s body beneath mine, getting harder every second from the sounds he made, from the smell of his sweat. I wanted to tell him not to come, wanted to ask him to put me onto my back and come inside of me, but I also knew that wasn’t what either of us needed it that moment, least of all Lincoln. He needed submission, to be taken apart and held in pieces, and reassembled after time had softened his edges a little bit more.
“You may not,” I answered.
Lincoln let out a sputtering sob, and I slanted our mouths together to swallow the rest of it down for myself. I was so greedy for this achingly messy man, and if he truly thought I’d ever lethim ruin the way I felt about him, the pleasure he brought into my life, he didn't know me at all.
I grabbed him roughly around the waist and rolled us both over at the same time until l was on my back and he was on my lap. My phone fell on its side, and I grabbed it, arranging it close to my face to get it more like a POV.
“Can you make me come?” I bracketed my hands loosely around Lincoln’s slim waist, coaxing him to find his own pace on top of me.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, grinding down hard against my thighs.
I slid my hands over his ribs and his stomach, tweaking his piercings and groaning in arousal at the way he threw his head back when he felt good. I loved the sight of him unrestrained and in the throes of his own pleasure. And he was right. It took no time at all for Lincoln to work me up into a frenzy. With his fingers steepled against my chest, my orgasm tightened into an impossibly thick knot at the base of my spine.
“I can feel you,” he panted, words barely audible over the loud slap of our skin. “Please let me have it. Please fill me up with your load.”
I was seconds away from my release, and I grabbed Lincoln by the throat, not tight, but hard enough to get his attention.
“Do you deserve it?” I rasped.
He went still, but he was so tight and hot, there was no stopping me from continuing down the road I found myself on. Lincoln’s eyes went wide, and my cock thickened and pulsed, spilling spurt after spurt of cum up his ass. It was work to keep myself steady, to keep my eyes open, to watch him.
“Do you deserve this?” I asked, pulling him down and biting his lip between my teeth.
Lincoln whimpered and trembled, and I shoved my free hand between us, stroking his cock until he came in a rush acrossmy knuckles. He screamed his orgasm into my mouth, onto our stomachs, and I held him rough and strong through the whole of it. Something inside of me shifted, the balance of submission and dominance clicking into place in a new way for me. The circle of it all, the infinite need for satisfaction, pride, and control. It lived on both sides, and it always would.
“Answer your Daddy,” I said against his lip, licking a hot stripe against the place I’d bitten him. “Answer your Sir.”
“I deserve it,” he whimpered, collapsing against me.
I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him tight against my chest. Mouth hot and wet against his ear when I said, “Yes. You do. That’s why I trust you with it. That’s why it’s yours.”
CHAPTER 31
LINCOLN
The more time I spent at Hunter’s, the less I liked my own apartment. I’d tried really hard to hype myself up about it after Silas moved in with Marshall, but I hadn’t spent enough time there for it to even start to feel like home. Hunter’s apartment, though, with its soft bed and its dark colors…that felt like home. He would have had me over at his place every night of the week if I’d agreed to it, but I still didn’t trust things enough to bite that bullet.
Even though I’d been staying over most nights, I still came back to my place during the day. I filmed content, I fed Feeny, and I stared at the wall wondering if my stubbornness was going to be the death of me or not. It was a nice routine that Hunter didn’t know about, and I’d made it through the week without cracking. It was Friday, and he had dinner plans with his brothers after work, and I had plans with Silas to do a whole lot of nothing. For real this time, not like last week when we’d caved and gone out to Rapture after all.
It was going to be a low impact night, considering Saturday morning I was going to meet the fifth Covington brother for the first time, and then Saturday night all of us were going to the party at Hunter’s office celebrating his new partnership. It wasa lot to do in a short amount of time, and I hoped I’d be too busy to even stop and think about the comparisons people were sure to draw when they saw the two of us together. His brothers had accepted me because I was friends with Silas, but it was easy enough to wonder what their reactions would have been if we’d just met on the One Night Stand app with no background relations.
