Page 17 of Losing Ansley

"Now, was that so hard?" Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and thrusts his fingers into me. One hand stays behind me to support my weight, and the other goes to his head so I can hold him to me.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" I'm grinding against his tongue, and he's massaging my inner walls, and then I'm coming. He keeps sucking and licking until I'm done. I fall back to the ground, not caring if the concrete scratches me. But I can't even catch my breath before he pulls himself out of the pool and helps me to my feet. He pulls me to the outdoor sofa pushing his swim trunks down as he sits on the couch.

"Ride me." He demands. I straddle his lap and sink onto him. We both moan, and then I move my hips. His hands hold my hips while I rock against him.

"Fuck Ansley. You look so gorgeous taking my cock." I fall forward and put my head into the crook of his neck. I mouth at his throat and bite down on his ear. Causing him to moan.

He's so long. He touches all of the right places inside of me. I have never been a multiple orgasm kind of girl, but he's done it once before, and I'm almost sure he will do it again.

"Lincoln," I whisper. His hands come up to my back, and he holds me close. He moves me just enough, so now my clit is rubbing against him too.

"Oh fuck. I think I'm going to come again." I whimper, but I need a little more. As if he senses it, he moves us quickly, so I'm flat on my back, and he's kneeling above me. He brings his thumb down and rubs my clit as he rolls his hips into mine. I claw at his forearm as the orgasm builds in my core, and then I fall over the edge.

He pounds into me several more times before pulling out and jacking off. Before I know what I'm doing, I put my hands on his hips and pull him up my body.

I shove my tits together, his eyes go wide when he realizes what I'm telling him to do, and then he moves between them and throws his head back. He thrusts several times, and then he's coming all over my neck and chest. He catches himself from falling forward, and I smile at having that effect on him.

Once he catches his breath, he jumps up and grabs the towel he brought outside with him. He helps clean me up and then sits on the couch, pulling me into his lap. I snuggle into him and sigh. He kisses the top of my head, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek. This. This is why I'm leaving. I can't keep doing this. I need more. I deserve more.

I TAKE Adeep breath and knock on Lincoln's office door. I've given him enough time to settle, but I can't keep thinking about this. I must take care of it now, or I will go crazy.

"Come in." He yells, and I step in. When he sees it's me, his hazel eyes heat with desire, and he smirks. I'm about to wipe that look off his face in fifteen seconds. I have my hands behind my back, clutching my notice as I walk to his desk.

"I came to give you this." I place it on his desk and take a step back as he looks from my face to it.

"What is it?" He asks as he grabs it without looking at it. He knows. I can tell by the look in his eyes. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest, and my hands are sweaty.

"You know what it is, Lincoln." His jaw tenses as he glances back down at the piece of paper, and I can tell he's struggling not to crumple it up.

"I need to hear you say it." His voice comes out dangerously low, and I exhale.

"It's my two weeks' notice. I'm moving to Atlanta. Dylan was able to help me find a job with costume design on a television show." He continues to stare at the piece of paper, and I watch as he takes several deep breaths before he looks up at me. The look on his face is the same one he gave me the night of the non-kiss. A look of detachment. He's separated his emotions from what's happening. He's not going to fight for me.

"That's great, Ans. I know you've wanted to do that for a long time. Congratulations." Disappointment rises within my chest, and a weight settles in the pit of my stomach. Did I want him to fight for me? Would I stay if he did? I push my tongue against the roof of my mouth to stop the tears from forming in my eyes.

"Thanks," I whisper, hoping he'll say something. Anything. He places the notice to the side and turns his attention to his computer.

"Well, if that's all." He says, and I back up to exit his office.

"Yeah." I choke out. That's all I can say because if I say anything else, I'm sure the tears will fall. I leave his office and close the door. I walk straight to the elevator and take it up two stories. Then walk to a unisex bathroom.

Opening it, I rush in and lock the doors. I lean against the door, resting my head against it as tears fall. Why does everyone always choose Dylan over me? My parents and now Lincoln. He'll fuck me, but it looks like that's all he'll ever give me. I need more. I have to have more.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ANSLEY

I STAREout the window and watch as we pass other cars. This has to be the most awkward drive in the history of awkward drives. Lincoln and I have existed for the past two weeks. We’ve barely spoken to each other, but he insisted on renting another UHaul and driving me almost five hours from Mississippi to Atlanta.

It’s too big again, but that’s Lincoln, and I’m done arguing with him. He also got one of those trailers to pull my Corvette behind the UHaul. I told him I could follow him in it, so we didn’t have to pay for it, but he refused. I lift my Kindle and begin reading again, trying to ignore Lincoln, but the words blur together as I think back over the past month or so.

I have always wanted Lincoln. I never denied that to myself. I may have denied it to other people but never to myself. I finally got a taste of him, and he broke my heart. And he probably has no idea. How can the one person you thought knew you the best hurt you the worst? I sigh and turn my Kindle off, giving up. Lincoln glances my way.

“We should be there in about forty-five minutes.” I nod but don’t respond. “Are you hungry or anything? We should stop before we get into the city if you are.” I shake my head.

“No. I’m fine.” He huffs, and I turn to look at him. “What?” He shakes his head as his knuckles turn white from tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“You’ve been saying that for the past two weeks.” I gape at him and roll my eyes.

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