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He watches his fingers glide in and out and the way he bites his lip sends me over the edge. “Fuck, yes,” I murmur.
He knows exactly how to move to make me come. I clench around his fingers, and keep my eyes trained on him until they fall shut, my body shaking against him as my orgasm takes over my entire body. His eyes never leave me, they stay positioned on his hand, admiring the way it looks inside me. When he pulls it away, he groans, disappearing under the blanket and tasting me.
When he comes back up, he takes his tongue and rakes it from my collarbone to my earlobe. Every single nerve ending in my body ignites with need again and I’m borderline feral for him.
I kick my panties off and push him back on the bed to straddle him. He grabs the hem of my Fox Racing t-shirtand pulls it greedily over my head, tossing it to the ground. Slipping his hands around my back, he pulls me down closer to him so that he can take my nipple into his mouth. He sucks it lightly. A deep moan falls from my lips and I pull back long enough to pull his shorts down, allowing his dick to spring free from his boxer briefs.
I need him.
He grabs my wrist and places my hand against his bare chest. “Do you feel that?” His heart hammers against my palm, “Everytime I look at you, that’s what happens.”
The connection between us is undeniable and I know that there is absolutely no one else for me. It’s him.
We lock eyes, but neither of us need to speak to have a conversation.
It’s love. It’s lust. It’s something we’ve always had silently.
I position myself over him as he lines the head of his cock up with my slit, sinking down on him. I feel him suck in a breath, “Goddamn, Lincoln.”
Rocking back and forth, I ride him. His eyes shift down to where his dick pushes in and out of me, and I watch his expression darken. It’s quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. Watching him watch me.
Leaning down, I struggle to get as close to him as possible, taking his mouth frantically against mine. “You feel so good inside me,” I pant, as he rolls over on top of me, pinning me between his lean, muscular arms.
He slams his body hard against mine, the thickness of him stretching me. He’s relentless, he thrusts and thrusts over and over until my vision starts to blur and my breathing is labored.
“Colson…” my voice strains and I feel my body begin to tense up. “Colson, don’t stop…”
His pace remains the same, a perfect rhythm that feels absolutely amazing. It’s slow but intentional, and I can’t help but lean into each thrust, needing him deeper. I’m pulsing against him and I watch as his jaw tightens. He pushes hard against me, so deep that it takes my breath.
I begin to cry out, and Colson swallows my moan with his kiss, keeping me quiet.
“You feel so good,” he mumbles. “Everytime feels like the first.”
Hearing him speak consumes me, he tenses up and I can tell he’s close. He leans back and licks the pad of his thumb, never slowing his pace and rubs it against my clit as he continues to thrust into me.
I come so hard my legs go numb and he rides out his release, continuing to push into me until I’m completely slack with pleasure.
We collapse on the bed, his legs still tangled with mine and I know for sure this is where I’m meant to be.
40
Colson
I fell asleep in Lincoln’s bed, which is dangerous territory considering her brother was sleeping a few rooms away, but after what happened last night, there was no way I was leaving her.
If it were up to me, I’d never leave her.
I check my phone for the time and know Reiss isn’t up this early, so I kiss Lincoln on the forehead and slip out of her bed. I lightly close the door behind me and walk through the upstairs hallway right into Reiss.
Toe to toe I stand as he eyes me down, “Where were you last night? With Linc? I could’ve sworn I heard her whimpering, was she having a nightmare?”
I swallow hard, “I heard her too, I went to check and fell asleep in there, sorry.”
He shrugs me off, not knowing I was the one makingher whimper and I follow him into his room, plopping down on the couch against the wall.
“I saw your dad at the shop yesterday,” he says. “Mom talked to me about what’s going on, how are you doing with that?”
“I just found out,” I quip. “I don’t really care.”
