At one point, I thought he would crush me in all ways possible.
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#sexandcigaretteburns
HARLOW SAINT JAMES
A coverofAin’t No Sunshinedrifted between us. We shared a cigarette in his bed, a thin sheet tangled between our legs. I only smoked while drunk or high, and the hit of nicotine made my high stronger and last longer.
“Tomorrow?” Linc asked.
“Yeah,” I passed the cig back to him, “Sophie graduated today. I couldn’t get a flight out until tomorrow, so I’ll be celebrating with her tomorrow in Tallahassee.” I felt my smile on my lips. “I guess that means today now since it’s after midnight. I just can’t wait to see her.”
“Is that where you’re from?”
“Florida? Yeah, but I’m from the Orlando area.”
Linc squinted one eye and sucked the filter with a nod. “Waldorf, Maryland.”
“I always thought you two were from here.”
He shook his head, the smoke breaking apart on his face and curling around his ears. “It was always the plan to move here. When we were kids—I’m talking three, four, five years old, our grandfather bought us all instruments for Christmas. He always envisioned his three grandkids in a band, living out his rock and roll dream, I guess.” His eyes nudged the candy apple red electric guitar hanging on the wall. “My most prized possession right there. Almost lost it once. My mom pawned the guitar and amp for cash, but my granddad got it back. It needs to be tuned.”
“What did your brother get?”
He tilted his head with a devilish look in his eyes. “Got a thing for my brother?”
Smiling, I leaned over and pushed against his shoulder. “Stop.”
Linc dodged my hit with a grin. “All right, all right. Ty a keyboard, Tanya a drum set.” He laughed. “Ty was born with talent. He’s a fucking genius, can play anything, do anything. I had to teach myself, but I loved it so much it somehow compensated for the lack of talent. Some people are born with it, some aren’t. But the ones who aren’t can be just as good.” He passed back the cigarette, and it dropped between us. “Oh, shit!”
We both jumped up and watched the glowing ember roll from the ruffled sheets onto the bed. Linc swiped up the cigarette, but it had already burned a hole in the mattress. It was beautiful in a way.
Linc put the cigarette out into an ashtray and launched at me, pushing me on my back, and I could still feel the warmth of the burn on my skin. His cock came to life, rising between his thighs. He reached back into his nightstand drawer for another condom.
Seconds later, we were both on our sides, one of my legs thrown over his, as he slid lazily in and out of me like we’d done this a thousand times. His thatch of hair scraped my clit, and the friction drove me insane each time he slid inside me, pulling me under. Linc sucked my neck and threaded his fingers in my hair, the other hand palming my ass cheek to keep him deep. This abrupt connection between us was a hundred proof, stronger than the alcohol I’d consumed.
We were fucked up, we both knew this, but the position felt too intimate.
I saw the look in his eyes. He must have felt it, too.
“Don’t you dare get attached,” I told him, pushing against his shoulder.
“Attached?” he tsked, rolling on top of me, “I don’t even know your name.”
“Liar.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” Linc said with a smile. He kissed my neck when his cock slid back inside me. “If it makes you feel any better, I won’t even text you in the morning.”
“Good.”
He slammed into me this time. “Good.”
Sweat beaded his upper lip when we kissed, and he fisted my hair with every thrust to the hilt. Afterward, Linc collapsed next to me, his face shoved into a pillow. He held himself up somewhat on one elbow, the other half of him slumped over the other half of me. He took deep breaths into the pillow, his chest caving and rising with mine.
The pillow muffled his words, his body still trembling from letting go. My pussy spasmed and ached for another release, but I was too wasted to move.
Linc turned his head to look at me, one hazy blue eye visible with sweat pearling his brow. When I didn’t answer to whatever he had said, I felt his hand slip down the side of my torso, the tangled sheet around my body sliding off me in the process. His long fingers skimmed over my sensitive sex, and a hum left me.
