Page 109 of Pieces of Us

‘I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,’ I murmur, touched by how much me being here actually affects him.

‘How did you manage to get time off?’

‘It was a jigsaw puzzle that caused a lot of upheaval, but I wanted to make sure you knew what a priority you are to me.’ Joan’s head nearly exploded when I dropped this anvil on her.

‘How long are you here for?’

‘Not long enough, but let’s worry about that all tomorrow?’

‘I think tonight went well.’ Stroking my arm, he speaks about various parts of the evening he thought stood out. I listen eagerly as he gets excited over how some of the industry’s leading experts praised him.

‘You were a super star, baby.’

We chat some more, moving the conversation towards his dad and Ella. He shuts down any notion that his dad could be remotely interested in one of his employees, let alone one young enough to be his daughter. I point out that she’s a few years older than us, but he doesn’t seem to be thrilled at the prospect. He’s also still shattered over the loss of his mum. I’ve always known a gaping hole existed when she died, and no one has been able to replace that special part of him that he lost. Uncle Jacob has always made it very clear he lost the love of his life, and anyone after would be just temporary fulfilment. I think Lincoln has clung onto that and still believes his dad feels that way. I don’t.

As I curl into him, I feel the scorching sizzle between us. It’s hotter than a Bunning sausage sizzle on a Saturday. As much as I love these moments with him, I need us to be naked. He feels the same way judging by the erection tenting between his slacks.

‘Time to fuck?’ he asks, reading my mind. Such a dirty mouth. I nod. ‘Where should I destroy your cunt first? The pool? The spa? The bedroom? In the kitchen where the wooden spoon is? Or right here?’ He’s presented me with so many options, and my body wants them all.

‘Let me relax you first,’ I say as I slide to my knees on the floor. With careful precision, I palm his hardened cock over her pants before lowering the zipper and pulling it out. I swear it has gotten larger, or is it that I’m just smaller? Either way, I love the feel of his skin. The base prickles as I reach the hair growing back on his balls. Making sure my grip is firm, I concentrate on stroking him from root to tip.

‘Jesus, Hart,’ he breathes, banging his head back on the couch before returning his molten eyes to mine. He’s managed to unbutton his shirt, giving me a complete show of his sculpted chest. The way his body is all strong and manly is a sight to behold. I’m glad he’s not a lifeguard or something. I don’t think I could handle other women ogling him. ‘Pull your tits out, baby.’ Doing as I’m told, I lower my dress under my breasts, freeing them for him to see. I love the swell of my boobs and how his cock looks between my cleavage. They’re big enough to caress his dick entirely.

He’s not just a snack, he’s a whole meal. I look at his delicious stiffness and know that I need to taste him. With a tentative lick, I circle his tip. ‘I love the way you taste,’ I hum, running my tongue underneath before licking his purple head again. When I suck him into my mouth, he groans, his hand gripping my hair. When it’s at the back of my throat hitting my tonsils, I vacuum seal my lips around him. ‘That’s it, baby. Suck my cock.’ I gag around him, but ignore it as I swallow him further. I continue to move my mouth up and down on his member while my left hand grips him at the base so I can fondle his balls. With a tight grip on my neck, he roughly pulls me off and spits down my chest. A string of saliva slithers down my cleavage. ‘Put me in between your tits, Hart.’ With his other hand, he plucks both my pert nipples. I’m wild for him in probably what is considered an unhealthy way. As I slide his cock between my cleavage, bobbing up and down to add delicious friction, I see the tortured agony on his face.

‘I’m not going to last with your titties fucking me like that, baby. Open your mouth for my come.’ I willingly open like a slut needing her cum fix, staring up as he lets out a guttural groan as his warm salty release squirts in my mouth. As his thighs shake beneath me, more cum shoots on my upper lip and again my cheek. I lean over his dick and suck his tip, making sure there’s nothing left. When he rests back into the lounge, I work on licking his cum off my face. I go to sit back on my heels, but he grips me under my armpits before I get the chance. Sitting astride his now softening member, I feel the heat against my sopping slit. I know it won’t take long for him to get hard again, which I’m grateful for because I want his cock inside me for the rest of the night. He pulls my head to him, kissing me with fervent passion as his tongue tangles with mine.

‘My cum tastes so good in your mouth.’ He continues to kiss me, his lips touching mine as he holds me tighter. ‘I fucking love you,’ he rasps against my mouth. I feel all warm and gooey inside. He’s said it more than once over the past couple of months, but I haven’t reciprocated. Yet. I know I do. I know I am in love with every part of him. I’m close, but I’m still holding back.

‘Time to fuck in the spa?’ he cheekily asks, slapping my ass cheeks.

I thought the spa would be a trigger for me with our past, but it seems my hormones have taken over and I’m more than ready to help him create new ones. With me.

‘Think you can keep up?’ I jump off him and try to run away, but he catches me.

A trail of discarded clothes are left like breadcrumbs on our way to the said spa.

What I think will be fast and ravenous is actually slow and sensual.

We make out until I’m sure I’m filled with more of his saliva than mine, his hands doing ungodly things to my pussy. As I come over and over, I make a mental note to tell him to tell the staff to add more salt and chlorine to eradicate any of our cum that gets left in here.

‘Turn around, Hart, and lean up on the edge.’ My warm, slippery body obliges as I lean on my elbows. The moon hangs low tonight, illuminating a slight glow on both of us. He positions me so my pussy is in line with the jets, and again starts worshipping my body. His thumb dips in and out of my puckered ass, before he reigns slaps down on my cheeks. I cry out, hearing them reverberate around us. I know the cheeks are reddening under his twitchy palm, and the sting of the tepid water only heightens the flush. ‘This ass is mine to destroy and decorate, isn’t it, baby?’ I mumble something incoherent that may or may not resemble a ‘yes’. When I think he’s done marking me, he switches tactics, first biting prints into my ass, and then soothing his assault with licks of his tongue and gentle kisses. He peppers more kisses up my spine, making goosebumps erupt on every surface of my body. Leaning my head back, I give him access to my neck where he cherishes me with kisses. I’ll be bruised tomorrow and it’ll take a shitload of cover up to hide the hickeys on camera, but I don’t give a shit when his lips are on mine.

It’s lucky i am on birth control, because I’d be pregnant by now, the way he has been ruthlessly fucking me.

Biting my shoulder, he enters me in one powerful thrust. Between the jets, his cock and his bruising grip on my hips, I shout out a shattered scream. Picking up his speed, I feel everything. It’s fucking, but it’s desperate lovemaking too. When he’s deep inside me, he covers my back with his chest, our heads turning into a searing kiss. ‘I missed you. I miss every second you’re not with me. I missed you so much over the past seven years that I thought some days it would kill me. This. Right here. With you. It keeps me alive. You’re my purpose, baby. My Hart.’ His thrusts deepen as a tear rolls down my cheek at his confession. I’m overwhelmed by just how perfect this moment is.

His teeth graze over my earlobe before he bites my shoulder. Everything inside me begins to vibrate as he thrusts in and out, slowly and deeply. I can feel him everywhere.

‘I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.’ An out of this world sound rips from my throat as I erupt around him. Shuddering and spasming, my sobs continue. It doesn’t take much longer for him to explode either, stilling himself inside me so not a drop escapes.

For the rest of the night, his cock doesn’t leave my body, whether it’s in my pussy, my ass, or I’m suckling it in my mouth. By the morning, there isn’t a muscle in my body that doesn’t burn from the workout—especially my jaw from stretching around his thickness.

Chapter 38

The Catalyst

Lincoln

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