“How long is this going to take?” he asks angrily at me.
“How long iswhatgoing to take?”
“Youtorturingme like this! I seriously can’t fuckingtakethis anymore!”
“Lincoln, seriously—”
“It fuckinghurts, Gabby! I’m not just saying that to be funny. Itreallyfucking hurts!” he says, spit flying from his mouth as he speaks.
He’s so worked up and frustrated, to the point of pain, that it actually turns me on.
“That’s very unfortunate,” I say, trying not to laugh.
“How long?” he barks, eyes flashing fire at me while he wrestles his boxers and pants back up over his still extremely obvious erection.
Still propped up on my elbows, lying on my back, I curve my lips into a wicked, knowing smirk. “When I leave,” I answer.
Lincoln's gaze bores into mine for a suspended beat, then he tucks his lips between his teeth and nods slowly, as if he’s barely restraining his frustration.
He finally breaks the eye contact, still nodding to himself, and walks out of my room. A second later his bedroom door slams shut.
I giggle. Finding a fresh pair of underwear, I toss the old ones into the laundry. I want to take a shower later, but for now I need to do damage control, or rather relish in the torture I’m causing him.
I head to his room, open the door, and crawl into the bed behind him. Lincoln is curled on his right side, sulking.
Grinning, I slide in close and wrap myself against his back, fitting along his spine.
“No. No,” he says firmly, not turning around to face me. “Get away from me.” He jerks his shoulder, knocking my arm off when I try to slip it around him.
I reach anyway, my left hand gliding over his hip and into the space in front of him. My fingers find his still very hard cock, straining through the fabric, and I give it a generous squeeze before starting to stroke him through his clothes.
Lincoln starts humping instinctively before he moves my hand away.
“I said fucking stop,” he mutters.
“I like teasing you though.”
“Fucking stop, I said,” he says with a slight growl in his undertone.
I’m turned on, and I want to push him. I’m in that kind of mood, and I’m still horny for him too.
Leaning over, I nibble his left ear while placing my hand on his cock again, this time slipping my hand inside, underneath his clothes so my palm is skin-to-skin with his pulsing dick.
Lincoln shifts quickly, causing me to fall away onto my back. His hand finds my neck and then he’s on me, straddling me, choking me lightly before he presses his nose to mine.
“If you don’t stop, you’re going to end up having to leave. I can only take so much, and at some point you’re going to push me past that,” he breathes into my face quietly and threateningly, still squeezing the front of my throat slightly.
I open my legs, turned on by his domination. “Okay,” I whisper submissively, smiling up at him.
Releasing my throat, he returns to his right side, trying to sleep.
“I still want to sleep here with you,” I whisper, fighting the humor.
“Whatever,” he grumbles, not facing me.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I wake up to Lincoln tossing and turning and growling angrily throughout the night.
Every time I’m close to falling back asleep, the mattress shifts again, he kicks the covers off, drags them back on, lets out another annoyed sound.
