CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
WILLA
I couldn’t feelmy legs.
That probably should’ve been concerning, but my brain was too busy short-circuiting over the fact that Lincoln Steele had just made me come so hard I saw stars.
Again.
And he’d done it without so much as unzipping his pants.Again.
This time, he’d been able to do it with just those dirty promises and that mouth—God, that mouth—that he’d used like a weapon. Feasting on me like he got off on the taste of me alone.
Meanwhile, I was wrecked. Ravaged. My legs still shook right along with my foundation because what thefuck?
Lincoln was almost to the stairs when my brain finally rebooted and I registered what he said. This jackass thought he was going to take a shower to get off when he hadn’t let me do the same? I didn’t fucking think so.
“The hell you are,” I said. I’d been going for sharpness in my tone, but that was tempered by the raspy quality of my voice thanks to all the screaming he’d made me do.
Lincoln stopped and turned, one brow raised as he eyed me like I was dinner. “You have something else in mind, wife?”
On shaky legs, I stood from the chair, crossed the room like I hadn’t just had my soul delivered to me by my husband’s tongue, and dropped to my knees in front of him. His brows flew up as I fisted the waistband of his jeans and yanked him closer.
“I don’t do double standards,” I said. “If I’m not allowed to get off solo, neither are you.”
Lincoln blinked down at me, his lips parted, eyes as dark as I’d ever seen them. Then he tipped his head back on a groan that bordered on a laugh. “If you so much as flick your tongue against the head of my cock, hellcat, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”
Normally, I’d call bullshit, but there was nothing fake about the rigidness of his shoulders or the tense set of his jaw. He actuallywouldlose it. And I found that realization more heady…more potent than anything I’d ever experienced.
Somehow, I’d reduced Lincoln Steele tothis.
“Fine.” I sat back on my heels, bit my lower lip, and looked up at him from my perch on my knees. “Then I’ll just watch.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze skating over every inch of me. And though I felt ridiculous sitting here, bare-assed with my shirt still on, Lincoln was looking at me like his sanity hung on the curve of my hips.
“You want a show, wife?” he asked, his voice pure gravel. “You want to see me stroke my cock while I’m thinking about you?”
“That’s exactly what I want.” I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, tugged them and his boxer briefs down just enough to free him, then leaned back to take him in.
Sweet Jesus.
The man was packing, though I’d known that from my ride the other night. But feeling it and seeing it were two very different things. He was thick and hard with a vein I wanted to drag my tongue over mapping a path up the underside of hiscock. The head was flushed a deep purple and already leaking, precome dripping down his length.
When the hell had I ever looked at a penis and thought,god, that’s pretty? Exactly never. Until now. I should’ve known every single inch—and there were alotof inches—of this infuriating man would be pretty.
My mouth watered at the sight of him, and I was feeling some kind of way about the fact that I wasn’t going to get a taste.
At least not tonight.
I made a noise in my throat—half whimper, half moan—and Lincoln’s composure snapped. He wrapped his thick fingers around his cock, gripping firmly and giving himself one slow stroke, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Look at you. On your knees for me. Pouting because you can’t taste my cock. Goddamn, wife, you’re a wet dream, you know that?Mywet dream come to life.”
He increased the speed of his strokes, his grip tighter than I would’ve dared. “I can still smell you on me. Can still taste that sweet pussy. You were soaked, weren’t you? Dripping down my chin and still begging for more.”
My cheeks flamed with heat, the automatic embarrassment flooding me before I could stop it. But with how he sounded—reverent and undone—he didn’t just enjoy it. Helovedit. Enough that he was using those memories to get himself off.
He shuddered out a breath, his shoulders quaking and abs rippling while his forearm flexed with each tug of his cock. “All I can think about is how pretty your pussy was. How your clit pulsed against my tongue and how your cunt gripped me like she never wanted me to leave. You coming apart because of my mouth was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
