rubbingitout_GEN

by Lexxie Couper

  “Holy crap, yes!”

  He drew deeper on her nipple, flicking his tongue over its beaded form, circling it, biting it, and sucking again.

  She moaned, writhing in his arms. “Oh my God, Linc!”

  He feasted on her nipple, reveling in the perfect way it fit his mouth, sat on his tongue. How often had he allowed himself this forbidden fantasy in his mind? How many times had he jerked off to the thought of doing this to her?

  “Don’t stop,” she ordered, the words coming in shaky pants. “Don’t you dare stop.”

  He chuckled against her breath, and then sucked harder as she tugged open the next button on his fly. He’d have to stop her soon. If he didn’t, he would take her on the bonnet.

  Stop. Stop now!

  Fuck that.

  The internal battle flayed at him, and still he couldn’t stop. He dragged the other cup of her bra aside and palmed her newly revealed breast before moving his mouth to its taut nipple.

  She moaned, arching her spine to thrust her breasts closer to his head. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

  Such forceful demand. It should have unnerved him. The last time she’d tried to boss him about like this, rational thought, loyalty to his sister, and his own moral compass had stopped him from doing something stupid. That compass no longer existed, it seemed. He’d never been so hard, so turned on.

  Stop. It’s Nikalene, for Christ’s sake.

  It was Nikalene, the woman he’d wanted for so many years, he’d lost count. The woman he’d betrayed his country for, revealing himself during a covert mission.

  Be damned if he was going to deny himself now.

  Now, right now, he was going to make her his once and for all.

  *

  Holy crap, could a girl pass out from too much pleasure?

  Could she?

  A maelstrom of need and desire and intense sensations swirled inside her as Lincoln sucked on her breasts, one and then the other, over and over, so potent her vision blurred.

  Yep, she was going to pass out from too much pleasure. She was going to freaking pass out on the bonnet of the Hyundai. She was going to—

  Focus on freeing his cock.

  Yeah, that’s what she was going to do. She had to free his cock from his jeans so she could impale herself on it, stretch herself around him.

  She fumbled with the next button of his fly, head swimming, body thrumming, and let out a gasp when his cock sprang free of its denim prison. It smacked against her fingers, solid and thick and hard.

  So freaking hard.

  Closing her hand around its length, she squeezed once.

  “Christ, Nik,” he groaned against her breast, before lifting his head to gaze down at her. Her pussy pulsed at the hot hunger in his eyes, at the strained control etching his face. “Do that again and I’ll come all over your hand.”

  She did it again, this time stroking her thumb over the tip.

  Moisture slicked her skin and her pussy contracted once more. Pre-come. Lincoln’s pre-come.

  “Nikalene…”

  His cock twitched in her grip, a new bead anointing its tip.

  Her heart raced. What would it be like to taste it? To feel him sliding against her tongue, into her mouth, down her throat?

  Still gripping his erection, she tried to wriggle off the Hyundai’s bonnet, but he stopped her, keeping her exactly where she was with his hips and hands. “I want to suck you off, Lincoln.”

  He chuckled, the sound low and arrogant. “Do you now?”

  She nodded, licking at her top lip.

  “You want to make me blow in your hot, wet mouth? Pump my seed down your throat?”

  Tight heat flooded her sex at his crude questions. Or maybe it was the open desire in his eyes, burning like an inferno.

  “Y-yes.” Why was it so hard to form words?

  Oh, dunno, maybe because you’re about to freaking orgasm?

  She was, and all he’d done was suck her breasts and talk dirty to her.

  Shaking his head, he slowly smoothed his hand over her rib cage. “I think I’m going to make you wait for that.”

  “Why?”

  He slipped his fingers beneath the band of her G-string and stroked them over her clit.

  Holy fuck, hello!

  “Because,” he murmured, bringing his lips to the side of her throat as he stroked her clit again, “I’m going to make you explode with my tongue first.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. Moisture flooded her pussy.

  He lifted his head a little and captured her gaze with his. “The way I’ve wanted to for five fucking years. And longer.”

  He fingered her clit some more, faster this time.

  She clawed his shoulders, clinging to him as wave after wave of sensation rushed through her.

  Her heels lost traction on the bonnet and she slipped forward. His fingers slid to her sex, parting her folds a little before he moved them back to her clit.

  Relief twisted through her pleasure, threaded with disappointment. She wanted him inside her. And yet, at the same time, she didn’t. Not yet.

  Tell him. Tell him you’re a virgin, so he’ll know.

  He closed his mouth over her right nipple and sucked, and all thought vanished.

  The world swirled, nothing existing except the pleasure Lincoln awoke in her. Fierce, unapologetic pleasure. From his hand, his mouth, his teeth.

  A tsunami of sensations unmade her, reducing her to little but a creature of lust and need and desire. Propelling her toward a precipice unlike any she’d ever experienced.

  This…Lincoln’s mouth on her flesh, his smell in her nose, his skin on her skin… This was everything she’d ever wanted.

  “That’s it,” he moaned, mouth now pressed to the side of her throat. “Come for me, babe.”

  As if she had any other choice. It was too good. Too perfect and incredible.

  “That’s it,” he said again, a second before he caught her chin in a fierce grip, and crushed her lips with his.

  A wall of pleasure crashed through her, the savage hunger of his kiss and the wild rubbing of his finger on her clit pushing her over the edge.

  The world vanished, replaced by explosive release. Toes curling, eyes squeezed shut, she cried out in silent surrender, her climax tearing through her, erasing her bones, her muscles, her very being. She’d only ever had an orgasm from her own finger on her clit, but this…this was nothing like those solo, subdued eruptions.

  Oh God, how was it possible?

  She raked her nails up into his hair and kissed him back. With the full force of all her years of denied lust for him.

  Kissed him, scored the back of his neck with her nails, sought out his cock.

  Found it. Captured it with her fingers. Gripped it. Pumped it.

  He tore his lips from hers with a low, hoarse chuckle, shaking his head.

  “Please,” she beseeched. “I want to make you come.”

  “You will.” His nostrils flared. “But first…”

  With one firm hand on her chest, he flattened her onto her back on the Hyundai’s bonnet.

  Chapter 4

  She didn’t resist. Why would she? Not when she knew exactly what he was going to do.

  I’m going to make you explode with my tongue first.

  His words tormented her, sending a tight shiver through her body.

  Tongue.

  He removed his fingers from her still-throbbing clit, slowly peeled her G-string from her body and, even more slowly, inched her thighs wide.

  The night air licked at her newly exposed pussy. Followed by a steady stream of cool breath as Lincoln blew gently on her wet flesh.

  “Oh God…” Closing her eyes to the darkening sky above her, she caught her breath, waiting.

  His hot tongue stroked up her seam, lingered at her clit, and then laved her pussy lips again.

  Her head swam. An exquisite knot of tension twisted in her core, sending out tendrils of sensation through her body. Her nip
ples puckered and she covered one breast with a shaky hand, kneading her own flesh. Maybe if she distracted herself from how amazing his tongue felt on her sex, she wouldn’t orgasm so soon.

  A strong hand slid up her torso, closed around her wrist, and removed her hand from her breast.

  Lincoln lifted his head from between her spread thighs. “Allow me.”

  He covered her breast with his hand, squeezed it, and then pinched her nipple before returning his mouth and tongue to her pussy.

  Niki’s head swam again, and she groaned, melting into the bonnet as unstoppable pleasure rolled through her.

  Holy crap, so much for distracting herself.

  “Christ, you taste incredible.” His warm breath tickled her folds a second before he sucked gently on her clit and then flicked it with his tongue. She arched, hips pressing upward.

  He kneaded her breast again, his other hand smoothing over her ribs, her hip, the curve of her sex. Licking at her pussy, he stroked his thumb over her clit, teasing it in perfect rhythm with his tongue and the pinching fingers on her nipple.

  “Lincoln…” Her ragged breath turned into a moan as he slipped a finger into her slit.

  He brought her closer and closer to release, pausing occasionally to tell her how delicious she tasted, how tight she was.

  Tight.

  Trembles of anticipation shook her. Lincoln was the only person she’d ever wanted inside her, and now he was. And soon—not soon enough—it would be more than his finger.

  Finally.

  A tiny ribbon of nervous fear unfurled through her. Would it hurt?

  His tongue flicked over her clit faster, and her fear vanished, seared away by the pleasure he wrought upon her body.

  It radiated through her, growing more intense with every swipe of his tongue, every pinch of his thumb and fingers, until she began to whimper, rolling her head side to side on the bonnet.

  “I’m going to come again,” she blurted out, driving her hips upward, heels planted on the Hyundai’s bumper, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m going to—”

  She flooded his mouth.

  He groaned, lapping at her release, licking her to another climax that ripped through her with unexpected force.

  Two. Two more orgasms! Holy crap, he’d made her come three times so far, and she’d yet to make him come even once.

  Without warning, he loomed over her, his cock nudging her slick folds, his gaze roaming her face. “I want to bury my dick in your sweet pussy, babe. I want to make you mine right now.”

  “Do it.” The knot in her core bloomed into something wild and petrifying and addictive. It would hurt. She knew that, but she didn’t care. Not at all. “Fuck me, Lincoln.”

  His nostrils flared. His stare locked on hers. He shifted between her spread thighs, his cock nestled against her sex. “After all these years wanting you, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle. I don’t think I’ve got it in me to control myself.”

  Her stomach clenched. So did her inner walls. Craving his cock. “I don’t care. Fuck me.”

  You’ll bleed, Nik. All over the rental’s bonnet.

  She scrunched her face at the disconcerting thought and drove her nails into her palms.

  He’ll see. He’ll know. You need to tell him first.

  “I’ve waited for you, Lincoln,” she whispered, rolling her hips to caress the underside of his cock with her parted folds. Would he understand? Would he care? “Only you.”

  His jaw bunched, and he grew still. Almost motionless. “Only.” The word cracked. “Do you mean you’re—”

  The muffled sound of “Ride of The Valkyries” started playing from his pocket.

  “Damn it.” He jerked away, expression unreadable, a coiled stillness falling over him as he pulled his phone from the back pocket and silenced it.

  Shifting onto her elbows on the Hyundai’s bonnet, her heart a sledgehammer in her chest, she waited.

  He stood motionless, eyes closed, phone gripped in one hand, the other clawing the back of his neck.

  “Lincoln?” Had she ever whispered his name with such hesitant uncertainty? “Please.”

  Please what? Please don’t stop?

  Please don’t reject me again?

  Please don’t care that I’m a virgin?

  So many ways to finish her plea, and yet no words would come. None except for, “Linc?”

  His chest heaved, his eyes slid to her—and then his phone burst into life again, “Ride of The Valkyries” cutting the silence. Destroying it.

  * * * *

  The phone call was timely. The man wanted them separated. Needed them separated.

  Needed Nikalene back on the other side of the country, with almost four thousand kilometres between her and the prick she was currently throwing herself at.

  The prick who’d just had his head buried between his woman’s legs.

  How dare she? Hadn’t he made it clear what he felt for her?

  He thought he’d lost her back in Perth. He’d trashed his entire apartment when he’d realized she’d suddenly skipped out of work early, but thankfully, she’d returned to her home. Risking detection, he’d fitted a small tracking device to her car while she’d been inside her apartment. He should have put a tracker on her phone when he’d previously had the chance, but had stupidly decided against it.

  A few minutes later, she’d sped out away, but he’d remained calm. He’d know where she was going now.

  His relief had been short-lived, however. When she’d driven to the airport, his chest had tightened. By the time he’d found a spot to park his own car, she was in the terminal.

  By the time he’d hurried into the terminal, she stood at the check-in counter.

  His blood ran cold when he saw her destination.

  Sydney.

  He had no way of stopping her boarding the plane. Had no hope of passing through security himself.

  Instead, he’d used his considerable resources in an attempt to arrive in Sydney before her.

  Except he hadn’t. The chartered plane had arrived fifteen minutes after Nikalene touched down, and for a hideous moment, he feared he’d lost her again.

  A usage alert on her credit card told him she was at the Avis car-rental counter. Clearly, hacking her credit card account months ago had been smart. Made up for the fuck-up with her phone.

  Once again, he tapped his resources, and when she drove away from the airport parking lot, he was right behind her in a nondescript Ford sedan.

  When she’d stopped outside Demon’s Ink Tattoo Studio, every fibre of his body turned to ice.

  She’d come to that snake. She was here.

  Planting another tracker on her rental had been easy. He’d been prepared this time. Fool him once…

  He hadn’t been prepared for how he would react at the sight of them together, however. He’d need to regain some calm before he made his move.

  Body burning with a fire he refused to acknowledge, he watched the two of them on the small screen. Watched the snake, seconds away from taking that which belonged to him, look at the phone in his hand.

  A phone call had stopped them, but that wasn’t enough.

  Nikalene was his. His year of patience hadn’t been enough. Now, she just needed to be shown.

  * * * *

  Lincoln stared at the name on his phone’s screen and killed the call a second time without making the connection. His ex-partner’s timing sucked.

  I’ve waited for you, Lincoln.

  Niki’s confession played with his sanity, overriding the unnerving fact Pete had called him twice in rapid succession.

  Only you.

  Was she saying…

  Was she…

  Waited.

  Only you.

  Was Niki…was Niki a virgin?

  His phone pinged in his hand, this time with an incoming text message.

  From Pete.

  They know she knows.

  Ice replaced the blood in Lincoln’s veins.

  He swept the
quiet area around them with a slow look. Dusk’s shadows stretched across the ground and warehouse walls. The security system Ruckus had installed when Lincoln first moved into the space meant he’d have known if someone was on the grounds by now, but that didn’t mean the agency had no knowledge of his comings and goings.

  They’d trailed him for months after he’d “died.” It was standard procedure when an agent retired, more so when they retired due to a fuck-up in the field. They’d trailed him, bugged his phones, and kept close tabs on him, until he’d contacted the director on his personal line and told him in no uncertain terms it had to stop.

  No one threatened or intimidated the director, but Lincoln knew enough about the man’s skeletons and where they were buried to call in a favour, as it were.

  The bugs went dead, and Ruckus never found any new ones in his monthly sweeps. The tails vanished.

  The agency’s interest in him wouldn’t have, however. Once a company man…

  “Lincoln.” Strained calm filled Niki’s voice. “I’m perched on a car’s bonnet. Naked. So I think you owe me the courtesy of telling me what the freaking hell is going on?”

  He raised his stare to her face, just as his phone pinged with another incoming message from Pete.

  The chatter’s a bit aggressive. They know she’s with you and don’t seem impressed. Or happy. You know what they’re like with loose threads.

  He ground his teeth, flicked her a quick glance, and scanned the area around them again. Had the agency still been keeping tabs on him, after all this time?

  Or had they been following Niki?

  The thought turned the ice in his veins even colder.

  Damn it. The whole point of him dying was to keep her safe. And now here he was, a hip-thrust away from fucking her on the bonnet of her rental, where anyone with satellite camera access or a surveillance drone could watch, thinking about nothing but how much he’d wanted her for so many years.

  He scanned the area again.

  The chatter’s a bit aggressive. Pete’s message scraped at his control. You know what they’re like with loose threads.

  He did know. They would not like Niki learning the truth. Not at all. And depending on who was in charge of keeping tabs on Lincoln, the resolution could get…messy.