“Oh,” he said again, fingernails sharp blades against my waist.
I was still dressed. I realized too late, my slacks down around my knees and my dress shirt still buttoned and hanging too low for my liking. I wanted more of Lincoln. I wanted all of him, but there was no way in hell I was going to take my cock out of him until we’d both finished at least once more each.
“Take off my shirt.”
I shoved into him again, only so I could rock back enough to toe off my shoes and shake one leg out of my pants, and then the other. I got my underwear down to one ankle, and then Lincoln had finished with my shirt and it was enough. It was enough.
“If you don’t move, I might die.”
“I might die if I move,” I whispered, still fighting to catch my breath.
“Okay,” he said quietly, hands finally settling in the dip of my waist. “Alright.”
Lincoln gave me space to breathe, not just in bed, but out of it as well. It was easy for me to kneel in front of him and easier still for me to put him onto his knees. There was no thought involved, only muscle memory, which was absurd considering we barely knew each other. But somehow, my body knew his, like for a thousand parallel lives this was a dance we’d learned and rehearsed and perfected.
“Hunter, I…” Lincoln blinked hard, voice trailing off into nothing louder than his next breath.
“Sir,” he said next, swallowing hard, and then I kissed his throat, tilted his head back to make room for myself, and he whimpered, “Daddy.”
There was something electric about the word, sending gooseflesh down the back of my neck at the sound of it. I kissed my way up the underside of his chin and slanted our mouths together, kissing this man that I had somehow fallen in love with overnight. He dug his nails into my waist and parted his lips for me, moaning when my tongue twisted with his, and the only thing I could hear wasDaddy.
Daddy.
“I’m here. I’ve got you,” I promised him, and then I started to move.
Lincoln came apart beneath me, his entire body shuddering with pleasure as I pulled my cock almost all the way out of him. Thrusting back in, I set a pace that didn’t make my brain want to explode, and just like everything else…
It was enough.
It wasenough.
Reaching down, I hiked Lincoln’s legs up and buried myself deeper into him, pumping down hard on top of him, pushing him into the mattress. I groaned when Lincoln took his dick into his hand and stroked himself, all of his muscles going taut, especially the ones that gripped my cock on every thrust.
Lincoln cursed under his breath and tried to cover his face with his free hand, but I grabbed it away from him and pinned it to the mattress. His cheeks were flushed red and his lashes were clumped together, his stare focused on me even when he blinked long and hard.
“What the…How the…” Lincoln screwed his eyes shut, arched his back, and then came all over my chest. The heat of his pleasure and the tight friction of his knuckles against my stomach while he kept stroking himself off was more than enough to push me the rest of the way over my own edge. Trying to not come inside of him had been a struggle from the start and letting go of that control had pleasure rolling through me like a tidal wave. Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I thrust into Lincoln until my balls were wrung out and empty, the final exhale of my orgasm leaving me with a shudder.
“Hey.” His voice was hoarse against my ear, his lips damp. “Kiss me, please.”
I’d never make him ask twice for that, leveraging my way back up to bring our mouths together. Gentle at first, then with more feeling, until I was thrusting against him again, groaning with arousal when Lincoln fought against me and flipped me onto my back. On top of me, he arranged himself neatly between my legs, breaking the kiss to sit upright and play with his nipples.
“You’ve seen me come twice today,” he told me, fitting his body between my spread thighs…finally getting my underwear the whole way off. “I’ve only seen you come once.”
“I’ll come for you again if that’s what you want.”
“I know,” he murmured, sliding two fingers into his mouth.
I gasped, watching him fellate his two longest fingers and then press then down between my legs. My hole was so sensitive. It would have been even if my entire body wasn’t absolutelyprimed for pleasure, but Lincon’s slick and swirling fingers didn’t do me any favors.
“Did you like when I called you Daddy?” he asked, plucking one nipple and twisting it to the point that watching it made my own nipples ache.
“I like when you call me anything,” I admitted.
“Sometimes Daddy feels right,” he said, sliding his hand down lower and stroking his cock. His damp fingers still toyed with my asshole, and it was a wonder I hadn’t already shot my load all over us both. “Sir feels better.”
“What about Hunter?” I asked.
A second later, Lincoln twisted his finger and slid it all the way up to the knuckle. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, bucking us both up off the bed.
