“You think?” Of course, he’s right. That’s exactly what’s going on. I’m sure of it. But how does Lincoln know this?
Lincoln laughs, maneuvering himself in one swift move so that I’m straddling him. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Yeah,” I giggle. “I think so.”
“Graham is getting to the bottom of it. Of course, she can do whatever she wants . . . as long as it’s safe.”
“Such a big brother thing to say,” I laugh.
He just shrugs. “You know what else is obvious?”
“What’s that?” I say, feeling him harden beneath me. Bunching up my shirt, I move so that my opening sits against his shaft.
His pupils dilate as he holds my breasts again. “I don’t remember.”
“Ah, come on, Landry. Focus,” I joke.
“Oh, I’m focused all right.”
Swiveling my hips in a circular motion, I let him feel just how wet he’s made me. “You haven’t even touched me yet, but do you feel that?” I ask, a little moan escaping my lips as the velvety length slips across my clit.
He pushes against my belly, rocking me back. His fingers slide against my flesh. The pressure is just enough to elicit a want, no, a need, for more. Rocking my hips against his hand, angling for some relief from the intensity pulsing through my body, he denies me. I begin to object, to outright beg, when his stare takes my breath away.
“I’m going to stretch your pussy wide open and watch you try not to scream my name,” he says, a hint of a smile on my lips. “How does that sound?”
“Please.” Every ounce of desire I feel is tinted in the word. The hunger in his gaze intensifies. Like gasoline on an already-blazing inferno, the look he gives me nearly sends me over the edge.
Lincoln reaches for the glass he carried in here and reaches his long, able fingers inside. A piece of ice glistens between his thumb and forefinger.
Once the chill hits the side of my thigh, I gasp. It’s cold and wet against my skin, a stark contrast to the temperature everywhere else.
“Landry,” I half-warn, half-moan. He glides the cube slowly against my skin in lazy circles, and then trails it towards the apex of my thighs. “I can’t. You’re killing me.”
He just smiles. The cube is melting fast, the water trickling down my leg and against his side. He doesn’t seem bothered. His eyes never leave mine.
My eyes flutter closed, the sensations of my burning core and the cool kiss of the frozen water are nearly overwhelming. My vagina tilts against his cock, gliding up and down the length.
“Ah!” I breathe in as another, colder, cube lies against the inside corner of my leg. This time, he drags it down, torturously slow, until it’s almost at my knee. Then he pops it in his mouth.
“Tastes good,” he grins mischievously. “But not as good as it can.”
“What are you doing?” I groan, losing my composure. “Damn it, Land–”
My words are cut off by a giggle as he flips me to my back. My knees are over his shoulders, his hands parting my thighs. His mouth is against my opening before I can even compute what’s happening.
He blows out a breath. It’s fire-hot, his own desire nearly melting my skin. Just as I adapt, a chill follows behind from the ice cube still in his mouth. The mixture between the two, hot and cold, against my sex, fires me in overdrive.
“God,” I moan as his tongue touches me. He rolls my clit around with the pad of his tongue and I feel both the heat and coolness as different parts come into contact. It’s electrifying and all I can do is let my head fall deep into the pillows and thrust my hips forward.
He licks down my slit gently, then more roughly as he retraces his line. His thumbs push into my thighs as he holds me wide open just for him.
“This tastes so much better,” he nearly growls, the words reverberating against my opening. My eyes open, my mind still foggy from the onslaught of sensations, but one thing is crystal clear: he’s. So. Fucking. Hot.
He watches me from between my legs, his tongue darting out and swiping against his lips. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
I want to give him some witty comment, tease him back, but seeing him with his face inches from my body renders me speechless. He must realize this because he winks.
One finger, then two, slip inside me. He moves them in and out, never taking his eyes off me. “What do you want, Dani?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Do you? Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say, but then he drops his head and his lips cover my clit again. He sucks the swollen bud into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. His fingers never stop their assault, working me into a heightened frenzy.
“You sure?” he mumbles against me, flicking my clit hard again before taking it back into his mouth.
“Yes,” I moan. “I mean no. God, no. Keep doing that. Oh, God . . .”
My hips move with his pace, trying desperately to increase the urgency. Up, up, up I go until I can only see a haze of colors when—he stops.
He sits up on his knees, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Come here,” he instructs. His cock is in his hand as he strokes it from base to tip. “Sit on me.”
I’ve never scrambled across a bed faster in my life. I sit on his lap facing him. Rising up so he can slide inside me, I wrap my legs around his back. He slips in with one long, hefty push. The burn rips through me, filling me in every way.
“Shit,” he breathes in, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “It just feels better every damn time.” His hand cups the roundness of my ass, guiding me up and down as I get used to his length. “You feel so good stretched around my cock.”
“You feel so good inside me,” I say, watching him react to me. Enjoy me.
His hands bury against my backside, his mouth fallen slack. Those beautiful green eyes are squeezed shut as a moan, the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, pierces the air.
Cognizant of the fact we aren’t alone in the house, I swallow the sound with a kiss. The vibrations tingle in my mouth, dance through my body. My hair is wound in his fist and he kisses me like his life depends on it. Like a desperate man looking for a drink and I’m the oasis.
He pumps in and out of me, his body telling me just how badly he wants me. As if that’s not enough, he makes it clear.
“I want you, Dani. I want you in every fucking way,” he whispers against my ear. His hands roam my body, finally ending on my breasts. He palms them, rolling my nipples between two fingers and that’s it. That’s the button, the trigger that sets off a wildfire.
“Landry . . .” My head falls back, my ankles unlocking. My shoulders sag and I can feel the ends of my damp hair touch the top of my ass.
“Come on my cock.”
His pace quickens, our bodies working together and I couldn’t care any less if anyone hears.