The soft brush of his lips against my neck makes me jump. Without thinking, I clutch at his arm.
“Okay,” Lincoln says, his deep voice in my ear. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s do this. But not in here, alright? I won’t have you kneeling down there on that horrible floor.”
I beam at the wall, my sudden laugh watery.
* * *
Lincoln fusses an awful lot for such a confident man. He leads me into the living room, touching my arm and back and checking up on me the whole way, then pushes the coffee table away from the sofa.
The clock ticks on the wall, and the traffic rumbles outside. He clears his throat, then drops a cushion on the rug.
I burst out laughing.
“This is fucked up,” Lincoln mutters, collapsing on the sofa with his powerful thighs spread, but his mouth tugs up in a rueful grin. “I should be kneeling for you, Jenny. Or laying you down on my bed and licking you all over. Not… not…”
My knees crack as I drop to the cushion. Jeez, I really am turning into an old woman. Nerves fizz in my belly as I rest my palms on his knees.
And Lincoln is so solid. He’s a piece of architecture, not a man, and as soon as I touch him, a sense of calm swoops through me, warming me to my fingertips.
“But you want this, right?”
My roommate barks out a harsh laugh. “Yes, I fucking want this. You know how many times I’ve thought about your lips wrapped around my cock? How many times I bit my wrist in the shower and thought about sinking into the wet heat of your mouth?”
Oh, lord.
“I’ve thought about it too.” I reach for his buckle, so eager, but Lincoln catches my hand and when I glance up, those gray eyes pin me to the rug.
“This had better not be a dare, Jenny. You hear?” Stern lines bracket Lincoln’s sensual mouth, the corners turned down. He looks unhappy. “Because I’m not posting that room listing if we do this. I’m not going fucking anywhere. If you put your hands and mouth on me like this—that’s it. Okay? You can’t hide from me anymore. You’re mine.”
His.
Delicious tingles rush through me. Heat coils below my belly button.
Oh I’m his, alright. I’ve been Lincoln’s for a long time now, I’ve just been too much of a coward to tell him.
And happy fireworks are bursting in my chest, but I bat his hand away like I’m totally unruffled. Cool as a cucumber, that’s me.
“I agree to your terms.”
Lincoln snorts, and I shoot him a grin. Then neither of us are laughing anymore, because I’m tugging his buckle open, leather creaking and metal clicking.
His denim-clad thighs bracket my sides, rock hard and so still. When I place one palm on his leg, feather light, the muscle twitches under my touch.
“I’m, uh. I’m going to take your cock out.”
Lincoln screws one eye shut. “Please do.”
This is weird. This is so, so weird. And it only gets stranger when I reach into the soft cotton of his boxers and draw out the hard length of my roommate’s cock.
It’s long and thick. Ruddy and hot against my palm, and when I wrap my fingers around the base, the open zipper of his jeans scrapes against my wrist. His cock is so alive, and I know that’s a ridiculous thought, but I’m staring at it, hypnotized. My tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth.
“Shit.” I’ve barely touched him yet, but Lincoln scowls like he’s in pain. He shifts against the sofa, spreading his thighs wider, urging me closer. “Shit. Jenny, your little hand is so soft.”
In a good way? I squeeze him tighter, thrilled to hear his breath catch.
You know, it’s powerful down here. I may be the one on my knees, but Lincoln is at my mercy.
…Or he would be, if I had any clue what I’m doing.