Page 7 of Heartthrob

“Oh fuck! How the hell are you so soft? Fuck!”

We both look at one another for a long moment before he finally takes a deep breath, “Maybe if I…” he pushes up on his hands.

His movement makes me realize my legs have wrapped themselves around him. I make a conscious effort to unlock my legs from around his hips so he can lift himself off of me. And then everything shifts; the bed, my hips, and most of all, Linc. It causes him to fall back down on me causing both of us to cry out as we rub against each other.

“Oh shit!” He’s shaking and a sheen of sweat traces his brow. “Just got to…think of baseball.”

It takes me a minute to realize what he’s said, “Baseball?”

My eyebrows knit together in total confusion. Why would he want to think about baseball right now?

“Isn’t that what most men think about to lose their…uh, erection?”

“Oh,” Really? Most men think of baseball? I would think an old aunt that smells of mothballs or something would be better but maybe Linc doesn’t have an aunt - or maybe she doesn’t smell like mothballs.

“Esme…it’s not working.”

I take in his strained face and roll my lips over my teeth. “Maybe…I could just…”

I start to wiggle against him very aware that my legs are spread wide to accommodate his width between my thighs.

“Sweet Jesus, no! It makes it worse. Fuck! I’m going to cum!”

He lowers his head to the pillow underneath my head letting out a huge groan. I'm not sure what to do with my hands so I lay them on his shoulders to offer him some comfort. He seems like he is in a lot of pain.

Chapter Six

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Linc

Putting my head down doesn’t help a damn thing since everything smells like her. And Esme smells damn good! How the hell am I going to extract myself from all this softness?

“You…um, could.”

“What?”

“It…it seems painful, and I know you’ve tried. It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose. So…um, you could go ahead and just, um do it.”

She’s trying to kill me. She’s trying to absolutely kill me.

“You don’t understand what you are saying.”

“I just…don’t want you to hurt.”

My heart is beating in my temples and for a long time, I just stay where I’m at trying to make myself move away.

“Oh God, I’m going to hell.” My hips start rocking back and forth like they have a mind of their own.

“Oh!” She turns her wide eyes up to me. She didn’t realize to do what she was asking I would have to actually move between her legs. Her sweet, soft, warm thighs.

“You want me to stop?” Asking almost kills me but breaking her trust would be worse than death.

The words come out all gruff and growly but I can’t help it. I can barely take in enough air to breathe because of this tiny little thing and how goddamn sexy she is.

“No.” She’s breathing much faster now too and I can pretend it’s because she wants me to, that it feels as good to her as it does to me.

She tightens her legs up around me with each thrust making me lose my goddamned mind.

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