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We held our breath, not daring to speak. She maneuvered backward out of the parking space, down Main Street, and toward my place. I gave directions in a trembling voice, one that I wished I could keep from betraying my need. It didn’t work, and the closer we got to Mrs. Washington’s house, the harder it was to control.
I was ready to tear my clothes off and fuck her on the sidewalk. It would be painful, but it would relieve the tension that was building to unbearable heights. She understood the urgency, parking swiftly on the curb and lunging out of the car. I followed eagerly, breaking into a laugh as we raced behind the house.
16
ALY
Istood behind Lincoln, running my hands across his hips as he fumbled with the door key. This was what I had been waiting for. This was what I had been dreaming about during my intimate sessions with pseudo-Karl. I had a real live man beside me, his torso hot and rock hard. I pressed my chest against his back, feeling the satisfying curve of his ass press into my stomach.
He got the door open, turned around, and, in one swift move, dragged me inside. We didn’t make it any farther than the entryway. He slammed the door shut and pressed me up against it. I felt his kiss like liquid fire, burning a swath from my lips to my core.
The decorative framing of the door bit into the back of my skull, but I ignored it. I ran my hands across his skull, the new growth of hair tickling my palms. He slid his hands across my waist, threading fingers through my belt loops and hauling me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the satisfaction as he caught me.
Now my crotch was against his, and the rising package between his legs hit me in just the right spot. He pulled me away from the door, taking two steps before toppling onto the couch. The itch of old fabric clawed against my back where my shirt had come up. Then Linc was on top of me, and all I could think about was him.
He pulled his shirt off, uncovering a chest that was more masculine than I could have imagined. In the split second before he leaned down to claim my lips, I ran my hands over his abs. This was something Karl could never provide. This was my fantasy coming true.
I fell into the kiss like a horny teenager at prom. We were spinning around the dance floor, about to lose our virginity. It was intoxicating, feeling his body moving against mine. He spread my legs and pressed between them with his iron rod.
I moaned, coming up off the couch, my core on fire from the friction. He wasn’t cultured or experienced. He just knew what he wanted, and he was taking it. He peeled my shirt off, threading it over my head and tossing it to the floor. The couch cushions scratched at my shoulder blades, the furniture groaning under the weight of our combined bodies.
His kiss slipped from my mouth to my ear, sucking my lobe in between his teeth. I ran my fingers up his spine, delighting in the sensation of rippling muscle. He sat back to work at his belt, and I rose up on my elbows.
“Do you have a bed?’ I asked.
He grinned. “I do, but I never use it.”
“You sleep on the couch?”
“I don’t sleep, remember?” He pulled his boots and socks off, shoving them back behind the couch, clearing the way for more important articles of clothing. Without asking, he reached for my shoes, stripping them from my feet and dropping them carelessly to the floor.
I looked at the couch from my vantage point, its soft brown twill possibly decades old. I didn’t relish grinding my hips into it, so I made a break for the bedroom. I was halfway across the room when Linc caught up to me from behind. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the floor. His mouth came down on my ear again, nipping playfully.
I struggled, laughing and gripping his forearms for balance. It took him three steps to reach the bedroom door and three more to reach the side of the bed. When he let me go, I tumbled onto the mattress. Relief washed over me as I collided with clean sheets, the cool fibers soft against my heated skin.
Linc reached down to help me out of my pants, sliding the denim lovingly from my legs. As soon as I was in my underwear, he undressed himself, shedding pants and boxers in one fell swoop. And there he was, chiseled and hard, with eyes only for me.
I came up onto my knees, cherishing the vision of his most sensual organ. Taking it in my hands, I caressed the shaft, using one hand to cup the balls as I rolled the tip beneath the opposite thumb. It practically hummed for me. Linc swayed on his feet, determined not to move and break the spell. I circled the head with one finger, its warmth and vitality giving me strength.
I crawled forward to kiss it. Above me, Linc moaned, and I felt the pressure of his hand against the back of my skull. Greedily, I sucked the entire shaft inside, filling my throat, claiming whatwas mine. He was so big he pushed against the back of my tongue as my mouth worked over his length.
The feeling of freedom it gave me was overwhelming. I controlled him, teased him, loved him until it drove him crazy. He pulled away from me, gripping his cock in one hand, his eyes dancing.
He pushed me onto my back, dragging my panties down. I licked my lips, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra. He couldn’t care less, mounting the bed between my thighs. I spread my legs wide, anticipating his weight and the width of his manhood. He brought his head to my opening, rubbing himself against the inner folds.
I was already slick with want, my pleasure bud swollen and eager for his shaft. He penetrated slowly, inching deeper and deeper until our hips connected, and he was forced to halt his momentum. I pressed up against him, milking another inch. Ecstasy exploded behind my eyes; the feeling of erotic fullness overwhelming.
I just sat there underneath him, allowing all the sensations to crowd on top of each other. My body felt like an instrument, taut and ready for playing. I cried out softly as he began to strum, lifting his hips away and plunging them back down. It was pure bliss, the kind where angels sang and fireworks lit the sky.
I moved into the rhythm, pushing up and down, rolling my body like a dancer’s. The mattress sagged beneath me, unused to the pressure. I heard its ancient springs creak, and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall.
It was slow at first. We were new to the boat and rowing gently toward the shore. Then the wind picked up and we becamefrantic, straining together, battling the sea. I grabbed at his biceps, pulling him down, fighting to get closer. He rode me hard, one hand fisted in my hair. He remembered to kiss me, then went back up for air. I could see our destination on the horizon, blinding in its beauty.
We were almost there, my heart straining to break free. And finally, we crashed upon the shore, releasing all our pent-up energy in one fantastic burst. I wrapped myself around him, drawing him as deep as I possibly could. He shuddered within me, every muscle tense. I felt myself fall over the edge, my body spasming, lights dancing in my head.
It took a moment to find my bearings. Our breathing slowed, and the heat between us cooled. I could feel his chest rising and falling above my own. I ran a hand from the top of his head, down his back, to the curve of his ass before he pulled back, removing his plow from my field.
I sighed, feeling a satisfaction that no plastic toy could ever duplicate. Linc rolled away, and we lay side by side, not speaking. I wanted to cuddle, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t passionate. We were like two shipwrecked sailors flung upon the beach. The space between us mounted until it could fill an Olympic swimming pool, and I began to regret my choices.
