Pushing up on my toes, I press a kiss to the side of his neck and then another over his left pec. “That sounds good too, but no. I was thinking of something a little more…meaty.”
“Like sausage?”
“Now you’re talking.”
His dark eyes stay pinned on mine as I shove his sweatpants down his legs.
Lincoln wraps an arm around my back and pulls me against his chest. His heated erection presses between us. It hasn’t taken me long to learn that he doesn’t have much control around me, and I expect him to devour me at any second. Instead, he nibbles my neck, takes a few deep breaths, and looks at me.
“You have a lot of studying to do. I need to feed you. You need sustenance.”
“You are going to feed me.” I drop to my knees in front of him. His thick cock bobs heavily between us, and I kiss the tip. “Now shut up and let me enjoy my breakfast.”
His groan is enough to spur me forward, and my tongue darts out to lick the bead of cum weeping out of him. Lincoln weaves his fingers into my hair and grips it tight.
“Did you just tell me to shut up?”
I try to nod, but his tight grip restricts my movement. He’s never rough with me. If anything, he’s too gentle. But I like this side of him. I like the bite of pain at the back of my scalp and the hungry look in his eye.
“I did. What are you going to do about it?”
His nostrils flare. He’s on the edge of giving me what I want—and what I want is for him to let go. I want to drive him crazy so he can’t hold back.
“I’m yours, Lincoln. Take what you want.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I grin and trace the thick vein lining the underside of his cock. “You won’t hurt me.”
Whatever control he was holding on to snaps. His pupils dilate, his jaw ticks, and I know I’m about to see a side of Lincoln I’ve never seen.
“You want me to fuck this sweet little mouth?” he asks, tracing my bottom lip with the tip of his finger.
“Yes.?
??
“I never could tell you no.” With his fist tight around the base of his cock and the other hand still fisted in my hair, Lincoln guides himself to my mouth. “Open up, sweetheart.”
11
Lincoln
The sight of Adley on her knees in front of me, begging for my cock, nearly levels me. She’s every man’s fantasy come to life.
She parts her sinful lips, and I watch her tongue dart out and lick the crown. Fuck the fantasy, this is so much better than any damn fantasy, and if I don’t get control of myself, I’m going to come before I sink my dick between those soft lips.
Her hand brushes mine out of the way and wraps loosely around my erection. She swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me to the back of her throat. Slow and teasing and with soft, hungry noises, she lavishes me.
With just a few swipes of her glorious tongue, and I’m already close to the edge, ready to blow. The smell of burned bacon fills the room, but I don’t even care because fuck, this feels good.
At first, I let her take control, set the achingly slow pace, but then I remember her words: Take what you want. What I want is to claim her.
My dick hits the back of her throat, and I palm her head, preventing her from pulling away. “Swallow.”
Her soulful brown eyes look up, and she follows my command like the good student I knew she would be.
A surge of moisture envelopes me while her hands wrap around the back of my thighs. Next thing I know she pulls me forward and tries to swallow. There’s a tight pinch against the tip of my dick, and then Adley gags.