by B. B. Hamel
“Get ready!” he whispered.
Together, we flicked our wrists, catching the ball and hitting it back into the play area.
“Too hard,” he said. “You need to control the motion. The ball is yours. Don’t let it dictate what happens.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“Watch.”
The ball zoomed back down, sliding along the side of the case, coming toward the flipper. Just before it slipped in front of the paddle, he pushed the button and made a wall with the paddle. The ball hit the paddle, bounced, and stopped there.
“See? Control. Keep it loose and control the flow.”
I laughed. “Seems like two opposites. Stay loose and control.”
“They’re not. Not when you know what you’re doing.”
He released the paddle, letting the ball roll a bit, and then flicked his wrist, sending the ball flying into one of the high-scoring portions. We watched as it moved through the machine, numbers rolling along on the screen.
“Loose and controlled. When the flow comes, you flow with it, and you make it go where you want it to go.”
“How’d you learn all this?” I asked.
I felt him shrug against me. It sent tingles rushing down my spine.
“It’s like BASE jumping. You need to be calm, loose, with the flow. If you yank too hard, try too hard to control the wind or whatever, you’ll crash.”
“That’s very Zen of you.”
I could practically feel his grin. “Yeah, a little bit.”
With a sigh, I turned around and faced him. His lips were inches away from mine, and I leaned back slightly over the machine. I heard the ball fall between the paddles, ending the turn. He kept his arms to either side of me, pinning me there.
“Why are you here, Lincoln?”
He smiled. “Can’t I just spend some time with you?”
“I thought we decided that’s dangerous.”
“Yeah. But I like this danger. This danger makes me feel good.”
I looked away. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Being with him felt right, felt good. And the fact that it was a little forbidden made it all that much more exciting.
Except I didn’t want forbidden. I just wanted him.
“Maybe I can’t handle that.”
“You can handle it, Brie baby. We both know that.”
I looked back at his perfect, grinning face. I wanted to slap him and kiss him.
“Let me go.”
He shrugged and took a step back. I walked away, my heart hammering. I could barely control myself, and I needed to put some distance between the two of us. Otherwise, I was going to throw myself at him.
I leaned up against the pool table.
“Is that really why you’re here?”
He sighed. “You really want me to cut to the chase, huh?”
I didn’t. I wanted to spend all day flirting with him. I wanted him to tease me within an inch of losing myself. I wanted him to nudge me over the edge and then I wanted him to bring me slowly back.
“Yeah,” I said instead. “I guess so.”
“Okay. It’s like this.” He paused. “Your dad is cheating on my mom.”
I blinked, taken by surprise. “What?”
“I know of at least one person he’s been with recently.”
“How? Why?” I could barely think. “My dad wouldn’t do that.”
“After all this and you still think your dad is a good person?”
“He’s my dad,” I snapped.
Lincoln frowned. “Sorry. I know, Brie.”
“How do you know he cheated?”
“Jess told me.”
“She’s probably lying. Just trying to stir up shit again.”
“I’m so sorry, Brie. It’s real this time.”
I felt like I was spiraling. “How do you know?”
“She gave me proof. A short video. Cost me a ton of money.”
“Videos can be faked. We know that.”
“Not this one.”
“Wait, you paid for proof of my dad cheating?”
He shook his head. “Not exactly.”
“What exactly then, Lincoln? Why are you doing this?”
I felt tears welling up in my eyes and anger flowing around my body. I didn’t want to cry, and I felt like a child, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like my world was really coming down around me.
“I know this is really hard, but listen. Cliff has been controlling everything ever since my accident. He’s your dad and he always will be, but right now he’s the only thing standing in the way of . . .” He trailed off and looked away.
“In the way of what?”
“Freedom. In the way of being free to do what we want.”
“You’re on parole still.”
“That’ll be over eventually.”
“I don’t understand this,” I said, still reeling.
“I talked to Cliff, and he admitted to pressuring Jess into stirring everything up between us. So I asked if she had any dirt on him, anything I could use to loosen his grip.”
“And she happened to have proof that my dad is a cheater?”
“Yeah. Unfortunately, that’s how it shook out.”
“Fuck,” I said, and sat back on the pool table. “Who is she?”
“Some minor celebrity. I don’t even know if it’s still happening or what. The video I have is from a few months ago.”
“Some minor celebrity,” I repeated. “How old is she?”
“About our age.”
I made a face. “Gross. Why the hell would he do this to Jules? To all of us?”
He took a step closer. “I don’t know.”
“I thought he was in love with her.” I felt like an idiot, but processing the fact that my dad was a cheater was taking a lot more out of me than I could have imagined.
“He probably was, once. But love isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you need.”
“And he doesn’t need Jules,” I said softly.
He shook his head. “It pisses me off too, Brie. But he clearly doesn’t get it.”
“Get what?”
He came closer, less than a foot away.
“You can’t control it. When it happens, you’re fucked. You either control the flow or it consumes you completely.”
“You have to stay relaxed and loose,” I said softly.
“Everyone is wrong. It’s not a fire or something like that. It’s a wave, and you either learn to go with it or you drown.”
“Lincoln . . .” I said, staring at him.
“No. No more, Brie. I’m taking control of the flow now.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to. I didn’t want to say anything that could break whatever was growing between us, hot and heavy and sudden. He reached forward, took my hair loosely in his fist, and crushed my mouth against his.
I opened myself immediately to his kiss, losing my body and mind in the overwhelming flow of his desire. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him, pulling him closer against me. He reached forward and cupped my ass, pulling me tight against his chest as we kissed.
It was what I had been so afraid of for so long, the still-new lightning of his touch. I was afraid it would break me, break us both, but he was right. It wasn’t something that could burn us. It was a wave.
And I wanted to go with it. I wanted him more than anything. I felt the muscles of his chest as his hands squeezed my ass, pressing me even tighter against him. His mouth was insistent and needy as he bit my lip gently.
“Fuck, Lincoln,” I gasped. He kissed my neck.
“I’m done pretending,” he said.
“Me too.”
He reached down and practically tore my shirt over my head. His eyes were intense as he grabbed my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I can’t stay away from you. I don’t want to.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered.
He kissed my chest and neck and I
let out a soft moan. His right hand slowly moved down between my breasts and stomach and slipped down the front of my shorts, gently cupping my warm pussy.
“No, you don’t want to leave at all, do you,” he said, smirking.
“Don’t be an ass,” I gasped as he began to work my clit.
He grabbed my hair again and pulled gently, tugging my chin up.
“You’re mine. You’re going to be mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped as he kissed my neck and continued to work my clit in slow circles.
“And I’m fucking yours. To do with whatever you want.”
His mouth found mine and kissed me hard as his hand deftly worked under my panties, touching my bare, soaking skin. I resisted the urge to writhe in pleasure as he worked my swollen clit with his skillful fingers. They were slightly callused from hours of playing piano, and the hardness of his skin felt incredible rubbing gently over my clit.
“What do you want to do with me?” he whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know,” I gasped.
He pulled my hair slightly harder. “Tell me what you want to do.”
“I want to fuck you. I want to come on your big dick.”
He practically growled as he tore off my bra, working my bare tits with his hands. Suddenly, he pushed me back and tugged my shorts down off my ass. I watched as he pulled his own shirt and shorts off.
I sat back up and reached for him, grasping his hard dick through his thin cotton boxer briefs. He grinned as he stroked his length, my legs wrapped around him again.
“No more hiding,” he said.
“No,” I agreed.
I slipped my hand down his underwear and grasped his hard dick, stroking his length. He grunted his pleasure and began to stroke my clit, kissing my nipples and chest. I groaned, barely containing myself.
I wanted him. I wanted every part of him, every inch. I couldn’t think about anything but him, but his powerful body and perfect lips.
I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I suddenly pulled away and rotated around, lying on my stomach. I reached forward and yanked his underwear down, revealing his thick cock. I reached forward and slowly slipped it into my mouth.
“Fuck, Brie,” he grunted. “I’ve been thinking about your lips wrapped around me like that . . .”
He trailed off as I began to suck him hard, loving the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. I worked him that way, my lips wrapped around his length, working him in and out of my mouth. I tried to take him as far as I could, but he was just too big. Instead, I concentrated on the tip, sucking it hard.
He grunted. “Work that cock. Don’t be shy. Make a mess if you have to.”
I licked his length, a thin line of spit rolling down onto the green felt of the pool table, and took him back into my mouth. I kept working his length, not caring what I looked like. All I wanted was him and his taste, his grunts and groans of pleasure ringing in my ears.
Finally, I pulled out and began to stroke his spit-covered dick. I looked up at him, catching my breath.
“Fuck me, Lincoln,” I said.
He grinned and reached down for me, pulling me back and away, turning me around. He tore my panties off with one yank, not even bothering to slide them off.
“I liked those!” I said.
“Too bad. I’ll buy you more.”
I was going to protest, but he buried his face between my legs and began to lick with abandon.
Panties forgotten, I gripped the end of the table as his tongue licked my clit and worked me, rolling along my folds.
“Holy shit,” I groaned.
His only response was to slip a finger deep inside me as he continued to lick and nibble my swollen clit.
It was too much. I grabbed the back of his head and began to work my hips, practically fucking his mouth, as he continued to lick my clit. I was moaning, but I couldn’t tell how loudly. And I didn’t care at all.
The orgasm hit me like a truck. It came absolutely out of nowhere. It rolled up my legs and sat in my skull, buzzing through my brain and causing every muscle in my body to tense. I grabbed his hair and arched my back, and I must have ripped a chunk of his follicles from his scalp. Neither of us cared.
The orgasm blew through me after a second, and I lay back panting. He stood up, grinning at me.
“Now I can fuck you,” he grunted.
“Oh my god. That was fucking amazing,” I said, half giggling.
“Glad you liked it.” He reached down onto the floor and into his pants, pulling out his wallet. He slipped a condom wrapper out and ripped it open, rolling it down his length.
I began to breathe heavily as I remembered the feeling of his cock inside me.
“Lincoln—” I gasped.
But I couldn’t say anything else. He hooked his arms under my legs, pulled me toward him, and thrust his dick deep inside me.
Pleasure exploded through my body all over again. I moaned loudly, my arms up above my head, as he slipped easily into my slick spot.
“Shit, Brie, that never gets old,” he grunted.
He began to thrust in and out, working me, his cock filling my every inch. I let him take me, fuck me with his strong body, his heavy dick. I let him thrust hard and fast, work me, and punish me. I loved it, my eyes rolling back as his hands found my breasts and worked my nipples.
It was overwhelming. I felt the pleasure building, rolling through my spine.
He fucked me hard and strong, his hips working against mine. I moaned with every thrust, shocked at how easily he fit into me, sliding like it was nothing. I could barely control myself.
“Fuck, I need you,” I said, sitting up. “Get up here.”
He grinned and slid out of me. I moved back, making room as he climbed onto the table, lying out.
He looked incredible. His naked body, covered in tattoos, was cut and ripped, perfectly toned and hard. His big cock stood rock hard straight in the air. I got onto my knees and straddled him.
And hit my head on the low-hanging light.
“Shit,” I said.
He laughed. “Serves you right for being greedy.”
I smacked his chest. “Shut up.”
He grabbed my ass and suddenly pressed himself inside me. I stooped low, keeping under the light, as he began to slide in and out of me again.
“Shit, I could do this all day every day,” he grunted.
“I want that,” I said.
I began to work my hips, riding him in tune to his thrusts. We rocked together, his strong hands squeezing my tits and roaming along my hips, his big hard cock deep inside me.
Our lips pushed together, tongues working each other, as he continued to fuck me like that. I could feel it then, building inside my clit again, radiating out through my body. The orgasm began to build and roll, and I went with it. I went with the flow of him, riding him to our own beat.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he grunted.
“Oh shit. I am. I’m so close.”
“Come on my fat dick, Brie. Come for me.”
I buried my face in his neck and grabbed onto his hair again. “Lincoln,” I gasped.
And I came. It rolled through me, more powerful than the first time, as he continued to work my body. He thrust hard and fast, working me deep, and I moaned low and loud. It was an animal thing, the desperate and powerful orgasm that overtook my body, causing me to shake. I almost wanted to climb off him, the pleasure nearly overwhelming, but his strong hands held me in place as he kept fucking me, and it overloaded me with pleasure.
“Shit, that fucking face you make,” he grunted. “I’m so close.”
I came to, back to myself, and began to work my hips.
“Come in me, Lincoln. Come in my little pussy,” I moaned in his ear.
“Fuck, I want to fill you,” he groaned. I felt his hands grasp my hips hard as he kept thrusting, his whole body stiff.
I knew he was coming, knew his cock was shooting deep into me, stopped by the condom.
I rode him, wanting every drop.
“Fuck, Brie,” he said again as his orgasm passed.
His thrusts slowed and then stopped, and I couldn’t help but giggle. I lay on top of him, our sweating body pressed against each other, catching my breath.
“That was—” I said.
“Amazing,” he finished.
“Yeah.” I kissed his neck and breathed his smell.
His hands moved to my ass and he held me there.
“That’s what I want,” I said.
“I want it too. I want it every single day for as long as I can fuck.”
I laughed. “What about after?”
“There won’t be an after. I’ll always be able to fuck.”
He grinned at me and I kissed his lips.
“No more pretending,” I said.
“I want this.”
“I want this too.”
He looked at me for a second and then pulled my face back against his and kissed me deep.
I knew it was there. What I felt for him had always been there, hidden away, deep in every inch of me. At first, it was too much, too blinding.
But I wasn’t denying it anymore. I wasn’t hiding it. I was his and I couldn’t help it. Nothing we said or did would change that fact.
I was embracing it. I was relaxing and going with the flow.
It was love. That’s what he called it.
I either went with it or I drowned.
I’d always go with Lincoln.
21
Lincoln
When I told Jess that I wasn’t feeling well and was going to skip afternoon PT, she didn’t complain. Nobody seemed to mind. Tracey laughed and said not to make it a habit.
Brie and I didn’t get out of bed once after that. We alternated between watching Netflix and talking and intense, sweaty sex.
And I could have stayed in that bed for years. I could have lay there next to her and done nothing but eat and fuck and watch TV because she made me feel more together than I had ever felt before.
Even falling from a building, the cool air whipping through my hair, didn’t stand up to how I felt around Brie. It was like something had broken in me years earlier, and that something was suddenly put back together. I was my best version around her.
I felt whole. No more pretending. I didn’t need to say it out loud, not yet at least. She knew that I was deeply fucking in love with her.
