After we checkout, he drives behind me all the way to my apartment. Then he gets out and helps me carry the groceries upstairs, still quiet, but polite. Distant.
Once everything is unpacked, Lincoln starts putting on his jacket.
Not yet.
Taking his hand, I pull him toward me and throw myself up against him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him. He starts to give in, his hands sliding to hold me the way they used to, until suddenly he lets go, releasing his hold so my weight drops me back onto my feet.
“Sarah… ” he starts, like he’s trying to resist.
“I miss you a lot. And Iknowyou miss this. And don’t youdarefight me because we both know you need this,” I tell him as I drop to my knees, unbutton his pants, whip out his dick, and take him into my mouth.
He hisses, and the slice of his penis feels thicker against my tongue as it begins to grow. I taste the salt of his precum. Moving my head faster, I can’t help but smile around him, loving the feel of his cock in my mouth as the hardness builds.
Harder.
And harder.
Swollen and rigid until it starts choking me each time I pull my head forward to swallow all of it.
Chapter 21
Lincoln's POV
My back is up against the wall, leaning, eyes fluttering.
My mind is blank and jumbled at the same time, a swirl of sensations and emotions. Distancing myself from Sarah was what I fully intended to do. All I wanted to do was get back home to Gabrielle. All I want is to feel her again, even though she tortured me. But I was blue-balled all of last night, barely got any sleep, and was horny the whole damn day.
The truth is I was very tempted, tempted to fuck Sarah, tempted to pull her into the bathroom like we used to so she could suck me off. I was trying my hardest not to look at her breasts or her body. Gabrielle kept drifting back into my focus, her words, that second chance… but God damn, she made me so horny and then threw me back out to the wolves.
Sarah is easy. If I fucked her, Gabrielle wouldn’t know.
Right now, I could come down Sarah’s throat and Gabrielle wouldn’t know.
The air forces itself out of my lungs as I try to keep myself under control, shivering. Looking down, I see the top of Sarah’s head bobbing with each throat stroke.
This feels so damn good.
No… wait. I’m not supposed to be doing this. But Gabby and I aren’t together, and I need to come so fucking bad right now. I’m about to, and what doesn’t help is thinking about Gabby on top of me last night. Remembering her threat. The way she choked me.
My nuts begin to cinch as I feel myself leak. My thighs quiver as I struggle to stay upright even though I’m braced against the wall. My fingers find Gabrielle’s hair…
Wait, no.Sarah’shair.
I wish it was Gabby. God, I want it to be Gabby so bad.
I miss my wife. Her breasts. The way she straddled me and sucked my dick—oh fuck.
My orgasm is here, my whole body fighting me, and all I want to do is relax into it.
Holding my breath, I start shaking, eyes squeezed shut. Might as well just come.
Gabby told me not to, but I can’t fucking help it. Jesus Christ. Oh no!
“N-no. Oh… oh… n-... no,” I stutter, my balls feeling even tighter.
That radiating, pleasurable pringling sensation floods right from my core into my limbs, but I have to fight it. I have to. There’s no sense in doing it because it’s already here, I can feel it, it’s coming…
I’m coming…
