Page 128 of Someday Away

“Rich people,” I mutter.

Lincoln laughs. “Isn’t your family rich too?”

“Yeah, but not like gold-faucets-and-shit rich.”

“I don’t think it’srealgold,” he says defensively.

I roll my eyes with a smile, release Link’s hand, and walk toward the shower. I start to strip off my jeans and shirt, and pause when I remember I don’t have any undergarments on. I look up, meeting Lincoln’s hooded gaze. My eyes drop down his body. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, which are tented where his cock is already hard.

Seriously. Sweatpants on guys should be illegal.I swallow hard, my pussy already tingling.

“Don’t stop now, Sunshine,” he says huskily, and my cheeks heat.

I realize this is the first time he’s going toreallysee me naked. And here, under the warm yellow bathroom lights, shyness and insecurities tickle my stomach. I’m acutely aware that we’re not in a dark projection booth or under the ambient lights in his dorm. He can see me—he can see everything.

I blow out a shaky breath and continue, pulling my shirt over my head and shimmying out of my jeans. Lincoln walks toward me, his hands falling to my hips as he pulls me close, his cock pressing firmly against my center. His mouth drops to my neck, and I feel his soft lips kiss the sensitive skin below my ear. I shiver with pleasure, letting out a quiet moan as my eyes sink closed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers between kisses as he moves along my throat, up to my jawline, and finally presses his lips to mine.

The kiss is slow at first as his tongue parts my lips and slides into my mouth, tangling with mine. I bite down on his lower lip playfully, sucking it into my mouth, and he growls in appreciation, his fingers tightening on my hips. Link’s stubble grazes my face roughly, the sensation going straight to my core as moisture gathers between my legs.

I bring my hands to the back of his head, teasing the soft hairs on his neck, and I tangle my fingers into the longer strands, tugging gently.

Lincoln pulls back, and I stare at him breathlessly. He leans into the shower and turns on the warm water before reaching behind his head to pull off his shirt. My breath catches in my throat as I stare at his torso. The boy is a fucking work of art—toned arms, firm, flat pecs, and hard planes of muscle defining his abs. Dark hair trails from his belly button down the middle of the V of his waist, disappearing beneath his sweats.

“Like what you see?” Link asks with a cocky smirk.

“I guess,” I say with a shrug, trying to play it off like I wasn’t just staring him down like a snack.

His expression darkens dangerously, and he removes his sweats in one swift motion—Mmm, no boxers—and his cock springs free. My mouth waters at the sight. It’s long and thick with large veins circling the shaft leading to his mushroomed tip.

He stalks forward and backs me into the shower spray. I sigh in relief as the taint of the night’s events wash from my skin and spiral down the drain. Despite the aggression radiating from Link’s body and the sexual tension weighing heavily between us, he’s gentle and patient as he uses the body wash to clean my body. The callused pads of his fingers slip across my skin, erasing everywhere Matt touched. This bathroom is clearly Link’s because by the time he’s finished, the intoxicating smells of his soap and shampoo have mixed together in the steamy air.

I turn in Lincoln’s embrace, looking up at him, the double shower head cascading warm water over us. He stares back, his eyes, which are normally so dark and stormy, are the lightest I’ve ever seen—like early dawn—and his long, dark lashes cling together as he blinks away the water dripping down his face. When I smile shyly, his lips turn up to mirror my own, andit’s breathtaking to see a ray of sunshine overshadow his cloudy exterior.

I did that.

I lean forward, my lips moving softly against his in a slow, rhythmic dance as if we have a lifetime to enjoy each other, and I wish desperately that were true. His cock is a hard warm weight against my stomach, and he hums into my mouth when I press my body against it, feeling it slip and slide against my wet skin.

I grasp him in my small palm, running my thumb over his sensitive tip. He thrusts into my grip a few times, his breath hitching as I squeeze my hand around his hard length.

His arms tighten around me, his fingers digging into my ass. I smile against his mouth as I swallow a needy moan. He’s so responsive to my touch, and it makes me feel powerful and wanted. But before I can take it too far, he pulls back, looking down at me with wild eyes and flushed cheeks.

“I’m makingyouforget, remember?” he rasps, and before I can respond, his hand is between my legs, his fingers pressing firmly against my clit. His lips drop to my neck, licking and kissing their way to my shoulder while he continues working me over with his magic hands. One long finger enters my pussy, followed quickly by a second, and my knees start to shake as pleasure ripples from my core through my entire body.

“Fucking hell, boss,” I breathe as I clutch his shoulders for support.

His attention reaches my hard, aching nipples, and he takes one into his mouth, rolling his tongue against it before biting down just hard enough to mix my pleasure with a spark of pain.

I’m already close to coming, but I want him to come, too. I want us both to lose ourselves in this moment.

Lost together.

“Link, wait,” I pant, pulling at his arm.

He looks up at me in confusion, his pupils blown wide with lust. I grab the conditioner bottle, fill my hand, then urge him back to his full height. I grab his ass with one hand to yank him close. My other hand slides eagerly along the length of his cock.

When I guide it between my thighs, he starts to protest, his body shaking. I look up at his conflicted expression. I know he wants to fuck me—it’s written all over his face—but I also know something holds him back.

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