Linc lifted himself halfway, resting his head into his other hand. “I said, did you come?” The pads of his fingers were gentle and trailing over my pussy lips. I didn’t answer, and he watched my expression as he sank two fingers inside.
I let out a broken breath and opened my eyes.
His stoic face cracked with a little tremor of his pierced lip.
He pumped his fingers inside me again, the pad of his thumb grazing my clit. My head fell back, and he caressed my forehead with his other hand, pushing my sweaty bangs from my face as he fucked me with his fingers. He watched me dwell in the pleasure all over again. Like neither one of us wanted this night to end.
The ache in my pussy intensified, and I wrapped a hand around his head, tangling my fingers in his dark hair. Linc peppered kisses on the inside of my arm and rested his head on the crook of it. My lips found his, slowly at first. The kiss was lazy and sensual. He held me together and broke me apart by three fingers and his mouth.
There were stars in his sky-blue eyes. I knew I was out of it, that it wasn’t possible, but tonight, they were there, and at the same time, they weren’t. The stars were white bright lights from the climax coming up inside me, dancing around his face. I fisted his hair, and Linc withdrew his fingers.
His hand came over mine, and he unlinked my hand from his scalp. Then he lowered himself until his mouth landed on my pussy once more. He kissed and licked drunkenly, spread me open and sucked my sweetness until my orgasm returned to the climb and my back was arching.
“I love your fucking pussy.” He moaned, rolling his lip ring against my clit. Another long and deep lick and the stars appeared on the ceiling this time. A warm liquid buzz floated in my lower belly. I spread my legs wider and pushed his head closer, eager and greedy.
My hips rocked into his mouth, and I was almost there.
But his licks slowed, and it was tormenting.
I grabbed the back of his head, but everything had stopped.
I looked down.
Linc was fast asleep, purring like the way his Chevy purred down the boulevard.
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#ijusthadsex
LINCOLN STARR HENDRIX
Thump, thump, thump. “LINCOLN!”
The noise sounded like it was coming from inside my skull.
Groaning, I lifted my head and cracked an eye open.
The same song that had been playing over and over in my dream slipped into my apartment—or the song that had been playing on repeat in my apartment slipped into my dream. Either way,I Just Had Sexwas loud and yelling through my speakers.
I was alone, naked, and lying on my stomach. I turned my head to the side.
It was still dark outside. The moonlight shone through the sliding glass door.
A wave of nausea hit me, and I pushed a palm down my face, trying to erase it and remember what had happened and why this song was beating my eardrums.
Bang, bang.“LINCOLN, TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN! NO ONE CARES! WE’RE TRYING TO SLEEP!”
I jumped out of bed but got tangled in the sheets.
My ass hit the hardwood.
“I’m coming,” I yelled, trying to get back on my feet. On the way to the door, I snatched boxers from the floor beside a graveyard of used condoms and stumbled into them. One leg at a time. “Relax, I’m coming!”
On the other side of the door, Mrs. Appleton narrowed an angry glare on me. Her wrinkled face morphed like melted candle wax. Beady eyes dragged down my body and onto my feet. A condom was stuck to my toe. I wiggled it away and pushed a palm into my eye.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, dropping my hand onto the doorframe to steady my balance. The song looped again, and I shook my head. “I’ll turn it off.”
“Son, you need Jesus,” she snapped, then walked away.
