Linc picked me up and turned to slam me back against the sliding door. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he leaned his hips into my warm and covered pussy. His stiff erection jumped excitedly against it through his pants. Hands scarred from guitar strings slipped under my black leather skirt and fisted my ass. He ground against me, and I threw my head back with a moan.
Like a marionette without its strings, I was taken back inside, and by the time I was tossed over his bed, I was completely naked.
Linc yanked open a nightstand drawer as I watched, panting like a crazed madwoman. He withdrew coconut oil and a single condom.
The coconut oil was poured from my breasts to my pussy, dripping down my flesh. The sensation was like his fingers, and I caressed my small chest, losing myself in the feeling of being exposed and the anticipation of what he was about to do to me.
Linc pushed his dress pants and boxers down his thighs. A hard and perfect cock bounced out, a thick blue vein popping on the shaft. My eyes widened, but there was no time to think or act before his naked body covered mine, spreading the oil between us.
He linked his fingers with mine, pushing my arms above my head, and kissed me passionately, spreading his open and oily palms down my arms and over my breasts. An electric guitar cried in our ears, the bass shook under our skin, and he pulled away with palms flat on either side of me to hold himself up. Our gazes locked, linked, drowned.
His thick head nudged against my soaked entrance. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking that you like me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Asshole.”
Linc shrugged. “We can do that, too,” he said, fisting himself and dragging his thick head along my slit. I tasted coconut when he kissed me again, a deep, intoxicating kiss that had my thighs spreading wider for him, my hips rolling into him. “Nah, not yet, killer.”
The air was cold when he pushed up off me. Linc grabbed my ass cheeks and yanked me to the edge of the mattress. The ends of his thick hair tickled the insides of my thighs. The sensation made me squirm, and I threw a hand over my eyes, thinking it would hide my drunken smile.
The fan swirled overhead, blowing a cold front on my wet and lonely pussy, cooling it. I peeked through the space between my fingers to find out why.
Linc was admiring me from below, resting his palms on each side of my spread thighs.
I lifted onto my elbows, eyes on him and his coasting over different parts of me as if I was a sight he’d never seen before. Though the music was pumping and beating the walls with fists, he’d managed to slow down like I was something to be appreciated.
For a moment, it felt odd lying here exposed—on display—and being okay with it.
My head swam, no care in the world, and I wished this feeling never went away.
My pussy lips were spread apart with two fingers, and Linc dragged his hot tongue from my asshole to my clit. Electric blue eyes dragged up my body, too, until they chained to mine. A shiver shot up my spine. A sizzling fire sparked in my lower belly, and my elbows gave out.
I was flat on my back again, fisting bedsheets. Insanity spread through me and mingled in the air. The hot tongue crawled through my slit once more, and I gripped a pillow next, looking down to find wild eyes looking back at me. His tongue nudged my entrance, and my hips bucked. “Fuck, Linc.”
Linc smiled against my pussy, using his thumb to hold me up and pull my tight hole open. He thrust his tongue inside, and I threw my head back against the mattress.
“Oh,fuck,” I cried, trying to lift my head to watch, but it was impossible. His bottom lip dragged through my wetness, and he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked and flicked, and my pussy spasmed from the thrill of it all. Linc stroked his cock with his other hand, too, getting off on the taste and view.
The extremity of sensations tripped my orgasm, and it stumbled over and crashed on his tongue. Linc’s other hand left his dick to slap my thigh, both palms squeezing and forcing my legs to stay open. I fisted his hair with every deep and long stroke of his tongue. He tasted my release, my legs shaking and pussy pounding against his face.
The sound of the condom wrapper ripping made my heart slam. Linc flipped me over on all fours and leaned over me, grabbing my jaw to take my mouth again. He swiped a finger through my soaked lips to my clit and kneaded the bud, running his tongue along mine just the same.
Then—without warning—he held our kiss to thrust himself inside me, full and stretched with his thickness. My final breath was gone, yet the shock of pleasure spurred him on like an electric guitar solo.
He pulled his mouth away to watch himself slide out, aligned my ass between his hips, and slammed deep inside all over again. And again. My pussy gripped him tight, squeezing his cock with every deep stroke.
I didn’t know at what point I was flipped back around. We were messy and sweaty, flesh sliding against flesh and tasting ink on each other's skin.
Linc had a drenched and crazed look in his eyes, like waves were piling on top of him, one after the other. He couldn’t catch a solid breath. Muscles flexed in his forearms, and he dipped down to kiss me. Droplets from the tips of his hair splashed onto my cheeks, and I pushed his hair back and laid my palms on his face.
Linc pulled away like he’d been hung and looked into my eyes. Then his jaw clenched in my hands when he came inside me. I didn’t know if that mattered to him, but it mattered to me. I felt his release everywhere, in my body, in my soul, and in the palms of my hands.
The used and filled condom was tossed onto the floor, and he hurried for another.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered into my ear, our bodies crushed together again. “I didn’t think ...” he paused, long fingers gripping my skin with the intention of breaking it and wrapping around my fragile bones. “I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”
“Like what?”
Linc shook his head. “Ignore me,” he said and crushed his mouth to mine. Hands linked, breasts to chest, and those deep and quick lively strokes had me spiraling.
