Page 5 of Ruthless Rebel

I continue to work him over, lavishing his thick length with attention, teasing and sucking on his blunt end, before letting him feed it deep into the back of my throat and enjoying every second. We go fast and then slow, shallow and then deep, bringing him to the edge again and again, and then easing off like the little brat that I am.

“Such a cock tease tonight,” he grits out through his teeth. “It’s like you want me to punish you,” he adds, and his words shoot a thrill down my spine, as I swirl my tongue around his head and then dip it into his slit and watch him squirm.

“Well, we both know how I like being bad for you,” I purr, indesperate need for that darkness inside of him to pour out and claim me.

I watch his dark green eyes go black with lust, as he slides his hand into my hair and grips it tight. “And how bad do you want to be tonight?” he asks, pulling my head back and leaning down into me until our mouths almost collide.

“So fucking bad for you,” I whisper against his lips, and then his mouth is on mine and he is kissing me like he might never stop, and a small part inside of me hopes he doesn’t.

Kissing him is like crawling into the pits of hell, hot, addictive, and oh so tempting, and all I want to do is burn in his flames. I could kiss him forever, but then I am dragged from my knees before I can even take my next breath. His lips and tongue still tangled with mine, as he pushes me toward his bed in a way that can only be described as a predator claiming his prey. The base hits the back of my knees and then I am falling, in more ways than one, and he comes with me, his delicious weight forcing me into the mattress while our kiss never breaks. Yet even grounded by the mattress, I am still falling. Drowning in the abyss that is Lincoln Blackwell, a well so deep that every other other person that came before him is a blur.

Everyone except him.

“God, you drive me so fucking crazy,” I rumble, ripping my mouth from his and lifting my hips up so that our cocks are lined up, and I grind against him frantically, desperately trying to find some friction.

Lincoln pulls away from me far too soon and I am about to protest, but then he reaches down to help me discard my shorts, and pushes his sweatpants all the way off. Our cocks are like magnets, finding one another instantly, and when he wraps his hand around us both, a moan tears from the back of my throat.

“Fuck me, Lincoln,” I curse, reveling in the way he strokes us both in tandem. “I am so fucking gone for you.” The admissionfalling from my lips without thought and before I can even panic, I feel his wicked smirk against the skin at the base of my throat.

“You think I don’t know that?” He whispers against my neck. “You think I can’t feel how hard your cock is for me?” He pairs his words with a stroke so agonizingly slow that I feel like I might scream, especially when he then brushes his fingers over the tip of my cock before bringing them up to my lips. “Taste how wet you are for me when I have barely even touched you.” He pushes them into my mouth, forcing me to suck on them. “That’s just from my dick in your mouth, Logan, and you fucking loved it didn’t you?”

I can’t even nod because the force of his fingers against my tongue is almost as brutal as his cock, and when my spit drips out onto his hand, he groans. The sound is loud and powerful as he rips his fingers from my mouth and pulls back to rest on his knees, looking down at me spread out beneath him. “That’s it, Blackwell, let him hear what I do to you,” I tease, only making his lustful smirk turn sinful.

I watch in anticipation as he leans over me and reaches under his pillow for the bottle of lube we discarded there earlier, before dropping his mouth to my ear on the way back and purring, “The only thing he is going to hear, is you screaming my name as my cock pounds into your ass.”

My depraved and stoic hacker pairs his threat with forceful hands, as I am flipped over and put on my knees once more, only this time in a different position. My face is pressed into the mattress and my ass is up in the air ready for the taking. I hear the tell-tale sign of the cap of lube being flicked open, and then a couple of seconds later his fingers are pressing against my hole looking for access. Of course it doesn’t take long for him to slide them inside, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip, desperate to not give him the satisfaction of my groans.

Of course, I can never deny someone like him, nor would he allow it, because he barely pumps his fingers a few times, before I feel the tip of his blunt head pressing against me. “Get ready to scream for me,” he warns, before slamming into me in one hard thrust, making me cry out in both relief and desperation.

His cock is long and thick, and so damn fucking hard as he draws it back slowly, and then pistons into me again, only this time he doesn’t stop. His hips snap back and forth as he fucks me again and again, driving into me deeper with every single stroke as my own dick leaks more pre cum than I have ever experienced in my life.

“Fuck, Lincoln, yes fuck me, own me,” I groan, no longer caring if Asher or the whole damn world hears, I just need Lincoln to not stop fucking me. For him to keep pumping his cock deep inside of me until I am dripping in his cum.

“That’s it, Lo, beg me, beg me to make you mine,” he hisses through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into the skin at my hips as he drags me towards him on every thrust.

“Harder, please,” I plead, and his grip tightens around me, no doubt marking my body in a way I know he loves but would never admit to. Then he is fucking me harder, faster, deeper, so deep it feels as if he is rearranging my fucking organs in a way I will never be able to repair. “Fuck, I’m yours, take me,” I add, answering his earlier demands, and I swear I feel him swell inside of me.

Lincoln is both brutal and beautiful in the way he fucks me, and no matter how hard he tries to keep himself closed off, I feel his affection for me in every stroke of his cock, and every caress of his fingers, both claiming me in ways I am desperate for. To be owned, to be loved, to belong, to be chosen for being me, and not because of my last name, or who my family is. With him I feel free, I feel wanted, and it makes me ache to spend every night just like this one.

“Fuck, Lo, you always feel so fucking tight for me,” he hisses, leaning down and sinking his teeth into my shoulder, breaking the skin with his bite, and I curse.

“Lincoln, please,” I beg, for what, I’m not sure, but I know he will give it to me, and just like I thought, he does. Lapping his tongue against the mark with soft, wet, strokes, while fucking me deep and slow.

My cock is hard and leaking and just as I am about to open my mouth to beg for more, I feel him reach around and fist it tight. Then with every snap of his hips, I am fucking his hand, as he fucks me, pleasure exploding around me as I feel myself ready to explode.

“I’m so fucking close, baby,” I moan loudly, and the whole house can probably hear at this point, not just Asher, but I am past caring. “Please make me come,” I beg.

“Hmm, I recall something about you screaming my name,” Lincoln taunts, fucking me harder, and faster until his pace is relentless and almost painful. “Now be a good boy, and tell everyone who is about to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

A feeling of pure euphoria rushes through me as he teases me, and I explode into his hand, with his cock still pounding my ass, and the pleasure is so intense I feel like I might pass out. “Lincoln, fuck, I’m coming,” I scream, rutting into his hand to chase the high he is giving me, just as he rolls over that spot inside of me. “Yes, Lincoln, right fucking there,” I add, in a choked yell, as my climax takes over all other thoughts in my brain.

“Oh fuck,” Lincoln grunts, bringing his hands to both my hips as he finds his own release, flooding my ass with his cum, until I can feel it dripping out of me onto his cock.

We collapse in a heap, our sweaty bodies still connected aswe both attempt to catch our breath. “That was,” I pant out, searching for the right word.

“Intense,” Linc finishes for me, and I nod, even though that’s not really the right word.

What we just did wasn’t just fucking, it was something else entirely that I’m not sure I can even describe, and the only thought in my brain is that I have one hundred percent fallen for someone else who I’m not sure can ever truly give themselves to me. So I guess when it comes to Lincoln Blackwell I am fucked in both senses of the word, because I wish I could just hold onto his darkness forever until it pulls me under and I never escape.

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