“I’ve seen plenty of dicks.” I swallowed. “Just not in person.” And none of them looked likethator were attached to my best friend’s older brother.
He dropped his other hand from my ass, and I immediately wanted it back. “Holy shit.” His eyes grew wide. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
“Fuck.” He raked his fingers through his dark curls, making the chaotic mess on top of his head even sexier than it was before. “You know what? Go back to bed. I’ve got this,” he said as he plopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Fuck him. And his perfect dick that I couldn’t seem to stop staring at. The veins. The thick head looked like it was throbbing. The way it bounced against his abs when he moved—a rod of silk and steel that would no doubt rip me apart if it ever got inside me. I’d never seen anything so simultaneously terrifying and beautiful.
“I said I’ve got this.” He didn’t even look at me as his hand reached down to cup his balls again.
Asshole.
I twisted the cap off the water bottle I’d brought from the kitchen and watched as it poured out over his tight abs and still-hard cock.
“What the fuck?” In an instant, he was up, snatching the bottle from my hand and pinning me to the bed with his body hovering over mine and the water bottle tilted in the air. His thighs locked my legs in place while he held both arms above my head with one of his hands.
Shit.
“Lincoln, don’t.”
“What would my sister think if you went back to her room soaking wet?” His mouth curved into a smirk when he glanced down at my pussy. “Your clothes, I mean. I have a feeling it’s too late for the rest of you.”
“Fuck you. And she’s asleep, so she probably wouldn’t notice.” I started to get up, but he pushed me back down. The breath left my lungs in a whoosh when a stream of cold water trickled over my stomach and between my legs. Even through the fabric, it made me gasp.
He grinned. “Oops.”
I kicked my legs underneath him, trying to get him to move. “You’re a dick.”
He tossed the now-empty bottle onto the floor, the plush carpet quieting its fall. “Speaking of dicks. Why were you watching me just now?” The look in his eyes told me he already knew the answer.
“Why did you have the door open?”
He held my arms with both hands now. “To show little girls what happens when they walk around my house in the middle of the night in tight t-shirts and short ass shorts.” He smirked at the way his words made my breath hitch. “What? Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t notice your nipples poking through that tiny fucking t-shirt.”
He noticed my nipples. The same nipples that were now so hard they ached.
“Like I was supposed to know you were awake.”
His eyes moved to my chest. “You want to tease me with your tits? Take off your shirt and show them to me.”
I steeled myself. “You wanna see them? You take it off.”
The next thing I knew, his hands were at the collar of my shirt, ripping it all the way down the middle until there was nothing left but a mess of torn fabric and my heaving chest. My bare breasts were now on full display. His gaze was like fire trailing across my skin.Dear god.
“This is my favorite shirt, asshole.”
He lowered his voice, bringing his mouth right above mine. His green-brown eyes bored into me as if they could see deep down to my soul. “Then you should’ve been a good girl and done what you were told.” His hand slid up my stomach and cupped one of my boobs. “Damn, they’re perfect.” He swirled a fingertip around my nipple, then leaned down and repeated the pattern with his tongue.
I bit my lip to keep from letting an embarrassing whimper escape. His mouth was hot and wet against my scorching skin, which only made me hotter… and wetter.
Dimitri Miller felt me up once while he dry humped me against the wall outside his house, but I had never… No one had ever… This was…
Wrong.This was so wrong. If I didn’t get up and leave now, I would hate myself in the morning. I would hate myself the minute I walked back into Tatum’s room and saw her face. But I couldn’t move.
Lincoln’s hand eased its way back down my body, under the waistband of my shorts, and over my center. “Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. He slid his fingers past the elastic of my panties then along my slit. “So wet.”
Oh, shit. He was there. He wasthere.