“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Last night, this morning, that night on the road. They’re all that play in my fucking head.Youare all that plays in my head.” He dips his chin, the desire infused in his tone unmistakable. “If you don’t want this, then I need you to turn around and walk away. Right now. Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck you, and I’m not gonna be gentle about it.”
A well of heat floods between my legs. Seeing him like this—breathing deep, muscles flexed, fraying at the edges—it’s a heady feeling, watching him unravel, knowing it’s mewho’s responsible, that he wants it like I want it. And god, I want it.
I need Lincoln Decker to fuck me. And like he said, I need him to not be gentle about it.
“Yes,” I say, voice cracking.
Smashing his lips against mine, he picks me up by my ass. With a groan, I circle my legs around his waist. His movements are urgent. Our kiss is a dance of lips and teeth and tongues, our breaths mingling. I tug at his hair, desperate, as I take as much as I can from him. As much as he’ll give me. Tasting him, biting him, scratching his neck.
He stumbles, and then my back is pressed against a car. There’s a quiet click, and then, with me still wrapped around his body, Decker flings open the door to the back seat and practically tosses me inside. He follows me in, his lips barely leaving mine, and then pulls the door shut and climbs on top of me.
We’re a storm of hands, tugging at fabric. I rip off his sweatshirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, the divots of hismuscles, that scar, the tattoo. As I unbuckle his belt, he cups my tits roughly and tugs up my shirt and bra. With his pants open, zipper down, hand fishing inside his briefs, I wrap my fingers around his?—
I freeze, and my lungs seize up.
Decker isbig.My fingers barely touch like this. And as I move down, it only gets bigger, longer, thicker.
“Something the matter, Gracie?” he asks. I canfeelthe grin on his lips.
“Um.” I swallow thickly. “You’re very, um…”
“Very what?”
I clear my throat. “Big.”
He chuckles as he yanks up my skirt and tears off my panties. “We’ll make it fit,” he says, spreading my legs wider. Angling his head down, he spits on my pussy and then rubs the head of his cock down my slit, pausing at my entrance. “I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s fine.”
“Not planning on pulling out, Grace. When I’m done, I want to be dripping out of you. Tell me now if that’s a problem.”
“Just stop talking and fuck me.”
With a hand on my throat, he squeezes hard, trapping my words.
I brace myself, one hand on the back of the driver’s seat, the other pressed to the window behind me.
Slowly, he presses inside, a delicious sort of pain mixing with pleasure as he stretches me.
Okay. Decker isreallyfucking big. I release a sharp exhale, and as he sinks deeper, my muscles tense.
He lets up on my throat and leans down, pressing his lips to my ear, “Easy,” he whispers. “You need to relax. Big breath in for me, Gracie.”
He pulls back, and as he goes, I suck in a gulp of air. Then, as I let it out, he sinks back inside, this time plunging deeper.
“Another one,” he says.
I obey, taking more of him as I breathe out, as I adjust to his size.
“Fuuuuuck.” He bottoms out and goes still, his face etched in ecstasy. The pain disappears, and all that’s left is this beautiful sort of fullness. Like he’s taken up every inch of space.
We’re frozen a moment. Breathing. His hand at my throat, face buried in the crook of my shoulder.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
He holds me, clings to me. His breath evening out to match mine. I give myself a moment to touch him.Reallytouch him, mapping the hills and dips of his body with my fingers. Noting the strength of his shoulders, the powerful, defined muscles fanning down his sides. I grab his ass and pull him closer, feeling every inch of him slip deeper.
It’s then that he takes my mouth. The kiss is pure passion. Pure hunger.
