Page 91 of Grin and Bear It

I didn’t mean to. I figured we could keep our hands to ourselves until we got to my place, but that didn’t happen. Lin kissed me the minute he sat down beside me and then kissing wasn’t enough, not when our hands could rake over each other’s bodies. His massive muscles popped under that very nice shirt and he did a very good job of mapping every inch of my breasts confined within the dress, right up until he pulled my underwear free of my bra and dangled them from his finger.

“I wondered what you did with these.”

“Give them back.”

But he just chuckled as he snatched them out of my reach, stuffing them down into his pants pocket instead.

“Oh no, they’re mine now. Something to remind me of tonight.”

“There might not be any more ‘tonight’ if you don’t give them back,” I growled. “Nash, take me home, please.”

“Ignore that, Nash,” Lin countered. “Now, how can you say that, when I can smell just how much you want this.” He nudged my lips with his and they parted all too easily, that hunger, that outmatched anything I’d experienced in front of all that lovely food, flaring hot again. “You want me, want us.”

Fuck yes, I did. I started to undo his shirt buttons, needing to get to that magnificent chest, when he took over. He had it unbuttoned to his waist, then hissed when I slid my hand in.

“Do I get to turn you into a blubbering mess?” I murmured, undoing my seatbelt to run kisses down his neck, then my hand slid down. “Do I get to force you to come in the car as people drive past?”

“Fuck, you keep doing that, I just might,” he said, slapping his hand over mine as it rubbed over the swollen length trapped in his pants. “Fuck…”

“Keep it together, Linden,” Nash snapped.

“Is that your real name?” I pulled back to look up at the man and he nodded slowly. “It’s nice.”

“Not as nice as what you were doing.”

His eyes looked like they were filled with molten gold and all that good humour in him had fled, leaving a man who looked like he was teetering on the edge, right before I pushed him off. I reached for his belt, undoing the clasp, even as he looked at me in question.

“Beautiful, we don’t have to… Fuck!”

I pulled his cock free and before he could protest further, I dropped my head down.

He was so fucking hard I felt his cock flex as my fingers tightened around his base, and then his hands went to my hair, balling it up as I ran a tongue over the crown.

“Jesus fucking Christ…”

“How good does she feel, Lin?” Nash snapped, but his sleuthmate was slow to respond.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuuuck… So good, mate. You don’t need to take all of me.” This was barely breathed out as I went down and then hit a wall. Lin was thick, really fucking thick and there was no hope of deep throating him. So I worked my tongue along the sensitive underside, flicking it back and forth as my head bobbed. “Baby, no.” He tried to pull me free, but I kept going. “I’m gonna cum too hard and too fast if you keep doing that. Ellie, beautiful, you don’t need…”

Any protest fell away as I drew back to focus on the head, suctioning the top of his dick with long swallows before bobbing lower.

“Fuck, yes… You’re gonna make me blow right in your mouth and you’ll swallow it all like a good girl.” He wasn’t trying to pull me off now, his hand keeping my head right where it was, as his hips flexed upwards.

“What’s she doing to you, Lin?” Nash asked, a barely discernible shake in his voice. “If I have to be the dick who’s driving Ms Daisy, you need to tell me what she’s doing.”

“She feels like she’s sucking my soul out through my dick,” Lin yelped. “Her throat is soft and wet and velvety and I can’t fucking hold out.” His grip tightened. “Here it comes, beautiful. Here I fucking cum!”

His cock flexed in my mouth, dry firing initially, but quickly followed by a sharp blast of salty cum. That happened over and over, until finally Lin fell limp against the seat, dragging me up to cradle me against his chest.

“Did you swallow the lot?” Lin sounded so tired now. He swiped away a smear of cum, then fed it past my lips. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

“Time for a second wind, fucker.”

Nash slammed his foot on the brakes and when we looked up we saw we were in the carport of a house that wasn’t mine. The back door was yanked open as soon as Nash turned the car off and then he was there, pulling me into his arms. I felt the coarse weave of his shirt and jeans against my most intimate flesh as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Tell me you’re not done,” he urged. “Tell me you want more.”

“More?” I teased him with a smile. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

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