C H A P T E R F O U R
Holli
Oh.
M.
Fucking.
G.
I nearly choke on my own breath as Lincoln flicks open the button on my jeans, making my stomach clench, my lady parts hum.
With a desperate breath, I lean back against the pillows stacked behind my head on the desk, grateful once again that he put them there after he spun me from the bookcase to where I’m at now.. My shoes are discarded, my toes still damp from his kisses. What am I doing? I need to keep my head, but it’s so damn hard. I’m beginning to wonder if my statement about not fucking him will hold.
“You know...” I stammer. “Making me come may not happen. Sort of been a problem of mine. So, you can’t hold that against me if you can’t get me to the finish line. Don’t feel bad about it either. I know all about men and their fragile egos when it comes to that stuff—”
Even from here, I catch the scent of my arousal, making my breath catch in my throat.
“Lift up your ass,” he orders, his voice gruff, needy, as he finishes unzipping my fly, his hands moving to the waist of my jeans, hooking his fingers there. When my panties are exposed, he pauses. “Princess,” he says on a breath with a slight shake of his head. “Of course. Now lift that princess ass so I can get these fucking jeans off you.”
Without thought, I do as I’m told, tensing as he strips my jeans and underwear off of me in one fluid motion like a magician clearing a tablecloth from beneath a china tea set. Then he tosses them aside without a backward glance.
I’m so lost in my own need that when he speaks, I startle, as if I’m so caught up in our coupling that I forgot we still had the power of speech. “There is a fine line between arrogance and confidence, Kick.” I watch him swallow before his low, even voice vibrates through my whole body, somehow stimulating every sexual desire as if it has a direct line to my clitoris. “When walked well, that line contains a certain kind of power all of its own. So, believe me when I tell you, your orgasm is in good hands. You might have had a problem in the past, but that won’t be the case here today.”
I’m speechless and breathless as his hands reach for mine and pull me up to stand with him. Unsure my legs can keep me upright, I hold tight, watching the intensity of his gaze harden. His focus on me is almost dangerous, and I’m a heartbeat away from withdrawing when he spins me around.
“Hold on, Kick.”
That word again, but somehow, I know it’s me. In our game, a “kicker” is the card used as the tiebreaker between two equal hands. The name drips like honey from his lips, and for whatever reason, I understand its connection to me coming from him.
“Oh...my God.” I half stutter as one warm hand clenches around my throat and his other arm loops around my waist, pulling my back into his chest. The way he controls my body with such ease has me dumbfounded and more turned on than I’ve ever been by anyone before.
For a split second, I try to remember the tactics the former Marine taught us at the free women’s self-defense class at the YMCA last year. Another second later, I make peace with the fact that right now I can’t remember shit.
Nor do I want to. I want to live right here, in this moment.
His fingers tighten just enough to make me focus. Not so much I’m fearful, but enough that I’m entranced by the amount of control this stranger has over me right now.
“You could kill me,” I blurt out as the arm loosens around my waist and his hand flattens on my belly, pressing firm and still.
The clear imprint of a full erection is cushioned in the softness of my ass. He shifts against me there, letting me know he has no intention of trying to hide his arousal.
“Yes. I could.” His voice drips into my ear like molten lust. “But you trust that I won’t, don’t you?”
I nod, though I’m barely able to control my own movements as the hand on my belly dips lower. He’s in no rush, but that only heightens my anticipation. How badly I want his fingers inside me this instant is shocking even to me.
He strums two fingers just at the tip of where my pussy lips reach, shooting a jolt of such primal arousal my body convulses involuntarily.
A desperate yelp escapes my throat, and he caresses my throat, alternating between squeezing and loosening, controlling my very breath.
“God, you are driving me crazy.” His voice is thick, and I’m not even sure he meant to say that out loud. It’s almost an inner monologue, and I’m some sort of voyeur, intruding into his most private thoughts. The pained sound of the words almost makes me feel guilty.
He begins to gently stroke between my legs. Unrushed. His patience and control have me ready to come undone. His comment that my orgasm would be safe in his hands rings more true with every passing moment.
My breath comes in shaky bursts, and the thump of his heartbeat pulsates against one of my shoulder blades, making me feel even closer to him, as if I’m a part of him, a part of his lust.
As I shift my head to expose more of my throat, I catch a hint of his scent on the air between us. He smells like a real man. I never knew what that meant until today, but now that I do, it’s one of those things you cannot un-know. Something that will stick with me until I am settled into the ground.
“Now...” He growls next to my ear. “My fingers are going inside you.”
I tremble like a leaf, barely able to stand on my feet as he slips a single digit into position where he can touch the hood of my clit, almost setting me off right there.
The muscles of my core wrap tight until I am clenching everything from the waist down, making every nerve ending tingle with sexual energy, bleating with anguish at every grunt of need coming from between his gritted teeth. As his middle finger connects with my clit, I nearly explode straight up off my feet.
“Jesus Christ.” He gasps, the pain in his voice centering me for a moment, but as he deftly makes love to the hard nub, I’m spinning. “You’re so goddamn wet. Fucking wet for me.”
The sense that once again I’m a voyeur to his words tightens my chest. He’s so honest; the raw emotion I detect in each word is as seductive as his scent or his physical presence.
He strokes me steadily as my hips begin to twitch, and the pace of his pulsing grip around my throat increases with the beating of my heart.
“You are magic to me, Kick. Just relax, it’s right there. Open your legs, take a breath, and give it to me. You’re so close.” His heart is beating against my back as he draws a breath and finishes. “I’m not giving up. Not ever.”
I’m helpless. I shift my feet outward and give him access to the parts of me that call for him. The next moment, my breath is taken by his grip while his fingers enter me in a thrust. He’s lost all softness; he fucks me with his hand while I unravel against him.
My mind ceases to understand the civilized world. I’m taken back in time to a place where I never dreamed I would be.
Taken.
In complete surrender to a man.
A man I barely know.
His voice rumbles next to my ear with such powerful control it’s like cannon fire, stunning my mind as it vibrates through all the best parts of my body. “It’s right there. I feel it. Let it go. Give. It. To. Me.”
I’m blindsided by an orgasm so intense that my body spasms involuntarily. The climax rips moans and whimpers from me until my voice fails, cracking on a final gasp.
“That’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” The pleasure in Lincoln’s voice sets me off again.
I come on a silent scream, shaking and sightless as his hand releases my throat. I pant and heave for air as he whispers soothing words until my breath steadies.
“Now.” His voice turns hard in my ear. “Now, tell me your first name. Do it right now.”
Where his hand previously held my throat, now his teeth pinch the skin, biting just below my jaw until the first flashes of pain dart down my neck from the pleasure. I can’t control myself. Sounds stream out of me, sounds I can’t even identify, as my orgasm loops up and over and back through me again, but I can’t even imagine not giving him what he wants. In my lust-crazed brain, the message reaches my vocal cords, and I tell him.
“Holli.” The word is ragged as I force it out.
I’m nearly weeping as his palm grinds down on my clit, drawing another orgasmic spasm from somewhere deep inside. The wetness between my legs and the movement of his hand on me and in me make the slapping sounds of a girl completely at a loss for control. My body is his, and I realize he is as sure of that as I.
I’m lost again in the waning ripples of pleasure as his teeth release my flesh, and the low timbre of a man in distress and yet completely in control fills my ears.
“Hello, Holli. Such a pleasure to meet you.”