I edge closer. He did give me his consent. Anytime and anywhere were his exact words. Does that still stand now after he ignored me all day? But he didn’t revoke it. And what better way to show him how much I truly want him than by initiating sex. If he’s worried that I’m not able to consent, then I’ll show him that I can.
My mouth waters at the memory of his taste. The salty velvetof his skin. How his length thickened in my mouth. His warm cum coating my throat.
I crawl onto the bed, careful not to wake him yet. With the flat of my tongue, I lick a path from the base of his shaft all the way to the crown. He groans. I do it again, until his cock stiffens further. Then I take him into my mouth and he bucks his hips, sinking deep into me, just like I hoped.
Chapter 47
Lincoln
My cock throbs, suddenly encased in soft wet warmth, the kind that makes me let out a loud groan. If this is a wet dream, it’s the most vivid one I’ve ever experienced.
Except I’m not dreaming. My eyes fly open, panic engulfing my entire body... until I see her—her dark locks tumbling over her shoulders and her head bobbing up and down on my cock. And fuck me, it feels good.
Feels incredible actually, but it’s still all kinds of fucked-up.
“Imogen! What are you doing?” My voice is thick with both desire and sleep, but it’s still sharp enough to make her flinch.
Slowly, she lets me slip out of her mouth, the moonlight highlighting a string of saliva connecting her pouty lips to the crown of my cock, stretching and thinning until it eventually breaks. “Tasting you, sir.”
I flick on the lamp on the nightstand and immediately regret it because she’s naked, and I’m not sure I’m a good enough man to resist. But even worse, her eyes are filled with so much hope, and I’m about to snuff it out. “You can’t just come in here and—”
“You gave me your permission, remember?” she cuts me off, and the sudden fire in her makes my cock twitch in response. “You said I could wake you like this whenever I wanted to.”
I scrub a hand over my face and try to get a handle on my frustration, while also trying to ignore my cock screaming at me to shut the fuck up and let her get back to what she was doing. “But you can’t...” I trail off when she plants her hands on my chest.
“This...” she straddles me, sliding her pussy over my shaft and coating me with her slick arousal, and my deviant fuck dick almost slips inside her of his own accord “... is what I want, Lincoln. What I need.” Her lower lip trembles. Her eyes are pleading. My hands fist in the sheets in an effort not to touch her. My entire body is screaming for her. “Please?” she begs.
How the hell can I deny her. Just this once. Just tonight and then I’ll put a lock on my goddamn door. She’s right that I did tell her she could do this. And she’s wet. And needy. And so damn fuckable. “Then take whatever you want, angel.”
Her eyes sparkle. She grasps my shaft and lowers herself onto it. So fucking slowly. Her tight heat hugging my cock inch by torturous inch, until I’m groaning her fucking name. With a satisfied smile, she sinks all the way down and I bottom out inside her.
“Like this, sir?” she asks, her voice dripping with sin and seduction.
“Yeah. Exactly like that, baby.”
She rolls her hips over me and pleasure rockets up my spine. I grab onto her waist, guiding her, making sure her swollen clit makes contact with my pelvic bone.
She gasps and her eyes roll back. “Oh, god. That feels so good.”
It feels fucking incredible. Sliding my hands over her rib cage, I cup her perfectly round tits in my palms, her supple flesh spilling between my spread fingers as I squeeze just enough to make her moan. I toy with her pebbled nipples while she rides me. When her pussy walls start to ripple around my shaft, I rock my hips into her, hitting her G-spot and making her tremble.
“Lincoln,” she whines.
“I know, baby. You’re so good at that. You’re gonna make us both come the way you’re riding my cock.”
She nods, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her eyes fluttering closed. Searing heat coils at the base of my spine and I grab onto her waist once more as she takes us both over the edge. A contented grin spreads over her face and she lies down on top of me, my cock still inside her.
I allow her a moment to stop shaking, my fingers trailing up and down her spine. “You should go back to your own room now, Imogen.”
She burrows her face into the crook of my neck. “No.”
“No?”
“I can’t. No, I won’t.”
Her outright refusal would be amusing if it weren’t so infuriating. “You can and you will.”
With a heavy sigh, she peels herself off me, but instead of getting out of bed, she rolls onto her side, her body still pressed against mine. “I understand why you got upset with me yesterday and—”
