“If he’s pissing me off or not.”
I chuckle. “So, that’s a yes.”
Linc chuckles in return.
“You’re so brutal in the ring.”
He shrugs again. “Gotta be. Or else I’d get my ass beat. Besides, it gets you hot.”
I smirk and take a drink of my beer. Him talking about me getting hot is getting me hot, and we just fucked four hours ago.
“That gleam is in your eye,” he teases.
I just keep looking at him.
“Keep it up and I’m going to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you against a wall.”
Now I’m hard. Hot, horny, and hard. My nostrils flare, and I can feel the flush of arousal climb up my neck and face. I stand up and walk to the restroom. It’s empty. I wait. It’s only a few minutes before he joins me.
The door closes, and he turns the lock. No words are spoken. None are needed. He slants his mouth down over mine, and the kiss is fueled by passion, want, and need.
My cock is hard as stone, and from the feel of his against me, so is his.
“Do you want me?” Linc asks.
“I always want you.”
“I want you to fuck me, E.”
It’s not often I top Linc, but when I do, it’s because he needs it. He needs me to pleasure him, to take care of his ache, to bring him the mind-numbing release he craves. I’m craving it, too. With everything going on, the fact that we don’t argue or fight about the invasion of privacy says everything that needs to be said. Instead, we lose ourselves in one another and pay no attention to the bullshit outside of our relationship.
I drop to my knees in front of him and unbuckle his belt.
“What are you doing?” Linc asks.
I look up at him. “Babe, if I’m going to fuck you, I’m doing it at home where I can do it right. For now…”
Before I know it, his jeans are undone, and I’m wrapping my hands around his cock. He’s long and thick, and so damn hard. I lean in and lick the tip of him, and he lets out a tortured groan, leaning back against the wall, his head tilted back, his eyes closed—he’s lost in bliss.
I take him in my mouth and suck him, just the way I know he likes. I reach between his legs and cup his balls in my hand, rolling them gently.
His fingers thread through my hair, and he moves his hips in time with my mouth. He never pushes too far, always just right. Making me gag brings flashbacks of a time I’d rather forget. One that I refuse to let taint everything I share with Linc.
He groans as I suck him harder, working him in earnest now, wanting to hear him when he comes, wanting to feel his body shudder, wanting to see the pleasure on his face and know I put it there.
I press just right the right spot behind his balls but not quite to his ass. He goes crazy when I work this spot. I rub it just a bit more, and he lets out a muffled shout, coming hard, into my mouth. I swallow but some slips out the side of my lips. Damn, he’s so fucking sexy.
I’m hard as granite, but hell if I’m going to waste it for a quickie in a restaurant bathroom.
Linc’s body goes lax, and I look up and meet his gaze. He smirks, trying to catch his breathe.
“If that’s the kind of reward I get for wanting you to fuck me in the bathroom, I’m going to offer more often.”
I chuckle, standing and walking over to the sink. I cup some water and swishing it in my mouth, rinsing, then spitting.
“You didn’t have to swallow,” he mutters, buckling his belt.
It’s my turn to smirk. “Lucy’d kill me if I didn’t.”
