Page 31 of Succumbed

I open my mouth and suck his fingers in, moaning at the taste of me overlaid on the warm, clean flavor of him. My eyes lock with his as I grip his wrist, licking and sucking to get every last drop. I’ve tasted myself before, but it’s somehow sweeter on Linc’s fingers. His stare goes half-lidded with lust as he groans his praise, and I realize I’m desperate for it.

“That’s it, Lex,” he murmurs. “You did so good. I’m so pleased with you.”

My nipples pebble in response, and he pulls his hand away to firmly grip my breast, teasing the hard nub between his fingers.

“Such a greedy little thing. Look how your body reacts to me. Wants me.” He leans down and closes his mouth around my other nipple, tugging gently with his teeth.

I moan and arch into him, clasping him to me. Two orgasms in, and he’s right. I still want more of Lincoln Wilde.

“Linc, please…”

He smiles up at me, then leans in to capture my lips in a fierce kiss. I arc up into it and wrap myself around him, pushing at the waist of his gray joggers with my feet. He chuckles as he pulls away and sits back on his heels. He reaches up and grabs his shirt by the neck, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. Fucking hell, why is that move so sexy? His eyes twinkle like he knows exactly what I’m thinking as he shoves his pants off.

“You ready for me to fuck you now?”

“Yes, please.” I let my legs fall open, inviting him to take what he wants.

“On your stomach, ass up.”

I obey immediately, looking back at him as I settle my cheek against the duvet.

“So fucking stunning,” he murmurs, stroking his hands along my ass and thighs.

He pulls a condom from somewhere–probably the pocket of his sweats–and rolls it on. Biting his lip, he strokes his cock through the wetness between my thighs a few times, swirling it over my clit and making me moan. I wriggle my hips to encourage him to hurry up and fuck me already and he chuckles.

“So impatient. I love it.” He notches the head of his cock against my entrance and pushes in the barest amount. “Hold on, Lex. And don’t come until I tell you to.”

Before I can protest his order, he slams into me with one hard thrust. I groan as I feel the stretch, my fingers fisting in the duvet as he sets a punishing rhythm. At this angle, he’s stroking over my G-spot with every movement, sending me steadily higher.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” Linc grits out. “Fucking knew you would.”

His fingers bite into my hips as he rails into me, hard enough to bruise. I don’t mind the thought of his mark on my skin, don’t hate the idea of him claiming some small part of me in this whirlwind of pleasure and release. If I was less dick drunk, the idea might have given me pause. As it is, I close my eyes and let the fire of lust and desire overwhelm my senses.

“I need you to play with that pretty little clit. Want to feel you squeeze me while you come.”

I slip my fingers up to my pussy and moan at the feel of his cock sliding in and out.

“That’s it. Shatter all over me, gorgeous.”

My fingers find a smooth rhythm, brushing soft circles over my swollen clit. Linc keeps his pace up, slamming forcefully into me as stars burst behind my vision. My whole body trembles as my orgasm gathers.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he gasps. “Come for me, Lex.”

He cracks his hand against my ass as I feel myself falling into the abyss. My body tenses as the wave breaks, my pussy spasming around him again and again as my orgasm sweeps through me. I cry out his name, and he shouts his release moments later, his hips stuttering as he works us both through the aftershocks.

As I come down, my legs give way and I flop flat on the bed, Linc a heavy, comforting weight against my body.

“Holy shit,” Linc mutters as he slips from me and shifts to my side.

I huff against the sheets in agreement, my eyes still closed. The bed rises as he stands and walks a few steps away, then dips as he returns. He snuggles up to me, lifting me gently to arrange my body with my head on his chest. I barely help, completely spent.

“I didn’t expect cuddling,” I murmur.

He chuckles. “Sorry, does cuddling count as a string?”

I shake my head and snuggle against him, taking comfort in his warmth. He may be able to get up and do things, but I’m two minutes from sleep.

“Staying the night does, though.” The words feel wrong, but need to be said.

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