Page 57 of Missing Linc
I steady myself against him and press our bodies together.
“Good,” I tell him and connect our lips again, this time with tongue.
We connect again and the heat builds up between us, stronger and stronger, almost unbearable, and my cock throbs in my pants until I’m begging for release.
“I so want you to fuck me on the counter,” he says.
“I want that, too. But it can wait. We live together now, remember?” I grumble.
Every muscle in my body is tense and screaming for release. And I need it now.
“Say that again,” he begs.
“We live together,” I whisper in his ear, and he moans against me.
“Bedroom. Now,” he says and takes my hand, pulling me into the bedroom, wading past the boxes and onto the bed.
He makes quick work of undressing me, and I help him lose a few articles, too, before he goes down on me, sucking me off like he knows best.
The sex never gets boring. Not with him. Every time is like the first time. And I can’t believe the jackpot I’ve hit with him. Both in the bedroom and out of it.
“I have something for us,” I tell him, and he raises his head to look at me, my cock still in his fist.
I open the drawer and pull out my surprise. It’s not really a surprise—we picked it and ordered it together after all but it finally arrived.
“I was hoping… you’d use this on me.”
The strap and dildo dangle in the air between us, both black and leathery and shiny with the promise of a good time.
Sex may be great and definitely not boring, but we haven’t gone there yet. And… well, it’s about time. The perfect housewarming gift.
Cam takes it off my hands and climbs up to my face to give me a wet kiss. I can taste myself on his lips and that makes my cock throb against him.
“It got here and now you tell me?” he asks.
“Sorry,” I say with a smirk. “I was saving it until we’re all settled.” I caress his cheek, and he grins from ear to ear.
He lifts the harness in his hands again and slips it on.
When he stands over me with the leather around his groin and the cock in between my legs, there’s a flutter on my taint that sends a shiver all the way to my toes. An itch I didn’t know needed scratching. A hunger for feeling him in me.
I pass him the bottle of lube, and he wets me, prepping me for entry, keeping his eyes trained on me, burning holes in my own, increasing the temperature in the room.
“Are you ready?” he asks, lining up the cock with my hole.
I nod. He bends over and rubs his thumb on my cheekbone, and he pushes in.
It’s a gentle, alien shove at first. My muscles over my hips clench, and I watch Cam sucking on his lip and taking deep breaths. I have no idea what this is doing for him, but if it makes him look and feel like that, then we’ll be doing this every day for the rest of our lives.
He pushes more and the gentleness turns into a stinging hiss that escapes my mouth before I know what’s happening.
“Are you okay, baby?” His voice fills the void I feel in my head, the pain subsiding with every passing moment, leaving only pleasure behind it.
A very unfamiliar pleasure.
“Ye… yeah,” I sigh and open my eyes.
He’s still staring at me. He’s still watching me and caring for me.
