Page 66 of Bourbon and Secrets

A door slides open, and from my viewpoint, all I can see are bourbon bottles. Backlit and on display. He lowers me onto a tufted brown leather couch.

“Is this another secret room?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. Between this one and the upstairs space, I’m beginning to think the Foxx brothers have plenty of places to whisk women away to whenever they want.

His eyes rake down the front of my body, hunger flaring that reflects mine. “No more questions.”

The demand is one I have no problem giving in to. I want this man so badly that I’ve forgotten any reason why this is a bad idea.

I shift back and slowly widen my legs while keeping Lincoln’s eyes locked on mine.

His eyes follow my fingers as I draw them down the center of my body. I feel every ounce of arousal and appreciation in him as he canvasses my curves, taking note of his favorite parts first, and then moving back to my pussy. As my fingers brush against my core, the slick arousal makes it easy to tease myself.

“Let me see you,” I whisper.

With his eyes on me, he shoves his boxer briefs to the floor and kicks them aside. Lincoln stands to his full height, cock out, and it’s a sight to behold. Thick, hard, weeping at the tip, and pointing at exactly what it wants. He wraps his hand around the base, gripping himself nice and tight before he gives himself a few slow tugs as he says, “Keep looking at me like that, Peach. That’s it.” He wets his lips with his tongue. “Tell me you want me. I need to hear it.”

I trail my fingers along my skin, from my breast to my center at a punishingly slow pace. “Say please.”

He smirks as he rocks his wrist back and forth, jerking himself hard and slow. “Please.”

I let out a small moan—he did exactly as I asked. It’s an entirely new kink I didn’t know I had. Two fingers brush my clit as I tell him exactly what he needs from me. “Foxx, I want you.” I bring those same fingers, slick with my arousal, up the center of my body. “I want you so badly”—I shake my head with a knowing smile—“that I can’t think of anything other than your mouth and cock making a mess all over me.”

“Goddamn, Peach.” He bites his bottom lip as he moves closer. “Remind me to say please more often.” Dropping to his knees right in front of me, his eyes follow every move my roving fingers make.

“If I forget to tell you later,” he says as leans forward and kisses just above my navel, “you’re the most beautiful womanI’ve ever seen. And like this...” He kisses my right breast, then my left, lowering his head to kiss the center of my pussy as I moan for him. “I won’t be the same man after it.” Reaching up, he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me forward in the most dominant way. The taste of me on his tongue, our heavy breaths, and the thrum of wanting the other so intimately has the kiss nearly all-consuming.

Before I get too lost in the rhythm of his tongue coaxing mine, he breaks away, yanking my thighs toward him to spread them apart. With my thighs in his grip, he leans down and kisses my pussy, like she’s being so good for him. My breath catches as he parts my lips with his flattened tongue, lapping every inch of her in one deliciously slow swipe.

“Oh my god,” I moan.

He smiles up at me. “Yeah, Peach, I can be that for you too.”

I can’t help but smile back, eyes closing as I say on an exhale, “Show me.”

On a growl, his mouth and lips are everywhere, from my slit to my clit, and I can barely catch my breath as his fingers swipe through me. Teasingly. Edging me until I’m ready to beg for him to fill me. He licks and savors me with moans rumbling from his chest every so often, like he’s enjoying every single taste.

He dips one finger in first and quickly changes it to two when I whimper in relief, flipping them up and playing with that perfect spot inside me. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. Studying every reaction I make and cataloging what I like most.

“Touch yourself,” I demand on borrowed breath.

He doesn’t answer, just does what he’s told.So good.With his fingers sinking in and out of me, he grips the base of his cock and jerks it twice before he does one long pull. Rubbing his thumb along the tip, he gathers the arousal that’s been teased out. His eyes close, as if that specific touch was what he’s been waiting for.

But it’s the heady moan that escapes him that’s the final piece to tip me over. My fingers start to tingle, eyes squeezing shut as my body clenches. That telltale numbness brushes along the backs of my knees and up my thighs until my pussy pulses against his touch, and I moan out my orgasm, shuddering against him. The black behind my lids turns fuzzy and time feels like it’s somehow paused to take note. Coming down from the wave of pleasure, I feel his lips brush against my pussy again as my body twitches. I blink my eyes open just as he removes his fingers and dips his tongue in to savor the reward he just made.

“I’m going to need to fuck you now. Please tell me I can.” There’s an edge of desperation in his tone that has me smiling.

I close my eyes, still slightly dazed. “Such a good boy, Foxx, remembering to say please.”

I can hear the laugh that escapes him as he moves. “Fuck, that just made my dick jump.”

When I blink my eyes open, he’s gone, moving across the room toward the desk, looking for a condom. The view isn’t a bad one either. Lincoln Foxx has thick thighs and a round ass that looks so biteable, I’m licking my lips.

When he turns back around, there’s a condom on display between two fingers. “The way you’re looking at me...” He shakes his head. “Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.”

I bite my lip just watching as he rolls it over his length. I’m more than ready for all of him. He cups himself and lifts his chin. “Come here.”

Standing up, I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he reaches me, catching his lips with mine as he turns and lowers us to the couch. I straddle his lap the same way I had done on the porch swing, grinding my pussy lips along the length of him.

A hissing breath escapes him. His eyes close as his head tips back onto the leather. “So ready for me,” he mumbles, hands gripping my hips.

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