there. It was even leaking a little tear of joy. Or at least, I hoped it was joy.
Screw it. It’s joy.
Lincoln snorted when a wide grin spread across my lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’ve never been face to face with this guy before. I think we’re going to be great friends.”
He opened his mouth, presumably with a smart-ass reply, but he cut himself off with a sharp inhale when I moved my hands to the insides of his thighs and massaged the skin there. Groans and gasps fell out of him, and I relished every single one of them.
It was still hard to believe that I could affect Lincoln this way. The guy was the real life equivalent of a superhero to many. Aside from what my dad had said about him, I’d asked around.
Lincoln was something of a legend, a leader who was revered by his teammates, who never got overwhelmed by the situation, and who always had everything under control.
Yet he was also my Lincoln. The man who had given me that kiss earlier, the one sitting in front of me with his throat working and his muscles tight with restraint. Knowing that he was both those people but that I was the only one who got to see him like this for now was a heady feeling.
Cupping his heavy balls in my hands, I watched in awe as his face changed. I massaged them gently with my fingertips, starting soft and slow.
Guided by his facial expressions and the next-level sexy sounds he made, I increased my pressure and speed. Every time I sped up, his breathing changed. Eventually, he pushed his pelvis forward. “Fuck, Sofia.”
His thighs started shaking as his head dropped back against the couch. The muscles in his stomach tensed and dipped. He was fully erect now. The head of his dick had turned a dark shade of purple and a small amount of liquid still leaked from the tip.
The ache in my core rose to painful levels. My clit throbbed from seeing the evidence of his need. Lincoln breathed hard, beads of sweat covering his chest.
He held his muscles tightly as I stroked the length of his cock. Wrapping one hand around its base, I brought my lips closer to lick at the salty wetness there.
I repeated the motion twice before he groaned and grabbed my wrists, holding my hands still.
“No more.” He bit out, his voice raspy and thick with desire. “That was like torture, baby. In the best possible sense of the word, but I can’t take anymore of it.”
He swallowed, breathing heavily. A devilish grin lifted his lips when he finally got himself under control. “My turn.”
I ached to feel him inside me, so I shook my head and met his eyes. “No, Linc. No turns. Not today.”
After giving me a long look, he nodded. Seemingly understanding the words I hadn’t said, he dropped to the floor with me and pushed me down to my back.
Lincoln nuzzled my neck and planted soft kisses on my skin. Shifting his weight above me, he licked a line from the hollow of my neck to my breastbone.
The feathery touch of his fingers on my ribs made a moan slip from my lips. His tongue traced the fleshy parts of my breasts, making the hair on my arms lift as goosebumps covered them.
He lowered his hips to drag his cock through the slickness of my core. Warmth flooded my body, lighting my skin as my breathing deepened.
Electrical impulses skittered from my pulsating clit to my extremities. My fingers slipped into his soft hair as I writhed beneath him.
“Now?” he asked in a quietly intense voice. He dragged his eyes up to mine, waiting until I nodded before he thrust into me in one swift motion.
We both cried out, and he didn’t wait for me to adjust before he began moving his hips in slow, measured thrusts. My breathing sped up as pleasure sparked deep inside me. His cock moved in out of me like a slick steel rod.
“Fuck,” he bit out before stopping his motions completely and sitting up, leaving me confused and feeling bereft. Shakily propping myself up on my elbows as I blinked away the haze of my impending orgasm, I frowned at him.
He grabbed for his jeans and dug in his pockets for his wallet, shooting me an apologetic glance. “Condom. We forgot.”
“Shit.” My eyes widened before I collapsed onto my back. “Good thinking, but just hurry