Page 98 of Chasing Lynda

The corner of her lips tug upward in just the hint of a smile. “Really?”

I nod. “You can bet your sexy ass on that. That little skirt has been giving me a raging boner all night. Feel it.” I dare her.

Her eyes widen and this time she smiles. “Now?”

I pull her bottom lip with my teeth, sucking a little before replying. “Yup. And just in case you need me to make it clear, this is me trying to get closer. As close as two human beings can possibly get.”

Her hand brushes against the front of my shorts and her eyes widen with a little gasp. “You’re big.”

I graze her lips again, this time sucking on her top lip. “Yeah, I know. That’s another reason why I tried to get to know you better before doing anything more. Being big isn’t always an advantage. I’ve had girls backing out of a hookup because they thought I was too big and I’d wreck them.”

Something passes across her eyes and for a second, I think she’s going to do the same thing and walk away.

Instead, Lynda curls her fingers around the outline of my dick. “So you want me? You haven’t changed your mind because of what my ex did to me?”

I do my best to form coherent words, which is super hard with Lynda’s fingers rubbing me slowly through my shorts. “I want you, Lynda. What your ex did is awful but it makes him disgusting, not you. Just promise me that if anything triggers you or if I ever do anything that doesn’t feel good, you’ll tell me.”

She stops stroking me for a second. “I promise. But you don’t need to worry about triggers. I can’t remember much about it. He put something in my drink, so I was out of it for most of the time. Sometimes I have nightmares where he’s on top of me but I don’t think they’re flashbacks, I think my mind is trying to fill in the blanks.”

I’m worried now. Worried that whatever I might do could be exploiting her and worried about telling her how I feel, because she obviously hates to even think about her ordeal. “Beautiful—” I begin and she silences me with a kiss.

It’s a furious, hot kiss. I get so lost in her sweet taste and her softness, that I don’t even realize that one of my hands has sneaked into her tank top.

“Carter.” She moans as her nipple feels as hard as a diamond against the rough palm of my hand.

I break the kiss to look at her and her next words are the best thing I’ve heard in a long time. “Please, be with me. My body is finally mine to give and to enjoy and I want to give you everything. I want you, Carter.”

I don’t even ask her if this means that she’s made her choice. I know it’s not the case by the way she was looking at the others earlier. But Lynda wants me and for now, that’s more than enough for me. I kiss her. Hard.

I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before.

There’s something broken in this woman and she sees that I’m broken too. Maybe our sharp, jagged pieces will fit seamlessly together and make us both whole.

Our mouths are fused together as we explore and stroke; our hands are wandering, feverish, daring.

Lynda’s top is bunched up around her waist after I lowered its thin straps and I’ve buried my face in her perfect tits.

She gasps as I take one of her nipples into my mouth, scraping my teeth against the delicate, hard peak.

It’s the good kind of gasp, the kind that goes straight to my cock.

Her hands are exploring the planes and valleys of my pecs and abs inside my t-shirt and I want to feel her touch everywhere.

“Lynda.” I pant, when she reaches the waistband of my shorts and pops the button. “Do you want to go home to continue ... this?”

It’s a little bit of a risk, she might change her mind in the ten minute walk back to Dodge’s house or the guys might’ve come home from the party and they might catch us before we make it upstairs.

“No.” She smiles, lowering my zipper. “We’re alone here. I don’t want to risk walking into the others getting a night cap or Callie coming home from her date. Let’s stay here.”

She’s right; we’re at the end of the beach. The lights from Skip’s house are a faint glow in the distance. Skip’s house is the last of the mansions on the hills and all there is a few steps away is a pine grove that’s part of a protected area and deserted at this time of the night.

I step out of my shorts when they hit the damp sand and make quick work of my boxer briefs as Lynda slides her tight mini-skirt off her slender hips.

We do all that managing to keep our lips engaged in a furious kiss.

“Wait.” I stop her when she closes her fingers around the base of my shaft. “The sand gets everywhere, let’s use this.” I lay my t-shirt down on the sand, sinking down on my knees and dragging Lynda down with me.

Her skin is incredibly soft as our fronts touch, and I feel myself twitch in anticipation when her closed fist glides up and down my hard cock. “Fuck.” I moan when she swipes the pad of her thumb on the sensitive spot right underneath my crown.

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