by Terry Towers
She cried out against his lips, thankful to have her screams of pleasure muffled by them. He pulled out until just the tip of his cock breached her core and then slammed in once again. Again she cried out, holding tight to him.
"Such a bad girl." He chastised pulling his lips from hers and again kissing his way down her neck. She dropped her head to the side, allowing him better access to the tender, sensitive flesh, loving the shivers that were rushing through her at the feel of his lips.
"Oh yes, bad," she agreed.
His cock withdrew and slammed into her again. Her mind was numb; the rush of pleasure shooting through her with every thrust he made in addition to the thought of people watching was making her head spin. Making her crazy with desire and sending her body rapidly to the point of climax.
"You like being watched, Angel? People seeing me fucking you."
His voice echoed in her mind, urging her on.
"Yes, God yes, I want them to see." She began bucking against him, her hips meeting his with each and every thrust. Her pussy was throbbing, so close to release the anticipation brought tears to her eyes.
Slipping a hand to the back of her head, he fisted her hair and gave it a tug, forcing her eyes to meet his, "I can't wait to take you home, bury my face in your pussy."
Oh sweet lord! She whimpered as his tongue roughly forced its way between her lips, forcing hers into submission. Waves of pleasure crashed over her and her pussy clenched, milking his cock. And then she was coming, coming so hard and fast all she could do was pull her lips from his, bury her face against his neck and hold on as wave after wave of intense, heated pleasure rocked through her.
Once the final wave washed over her she looked up and realized that she must have screamed out as she came as a number of people in the club were watching them intently.
For a moment she froze, as the realization of what was going on caught up with her.
"Good girl," her moment of modesty quickly vanished with Link's voice as he gave her hair another tug and brought his lips back down onto hers. She began bucking against him again, the fire within her once more ignited.
Her warm juices slowly seeped past his cock and made their way down her inner thighs. His tongue explored her mouth as he pressed her tightly against the wall once again.
"I'm coming, honey," he growled in her ear. "And you're coming with me." He released her hair and cupped her mound; parting her folds his fingers began stroking her clit as his cock continued hammering into her.
Yesyesyes, the words seemed to vibrate in through her, as if on a sound loop in her head. Over and over the sensations rushed through her as she was taken to the edge once more, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Then, seconds later, she found herself spiralling over the edge once again, her pussy clenching around him, urging him to his own release.
Lincoln removed his fingers from her clit, grabbed her ass in both hands and pressed her hard against the wall a final time as he shot his load deep into her. He groaned as he shot spurt after spurt into her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. Panting, he pressed his forehead to hers, and closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to calm himself.
"My god, you're amazing, Lincoln," Angelique gasped. He opened up his eyes and smiled down at her and it was then she heard it. The music seemed to come back, filling her ears, but something else. Oh-my-God! People were clapping and there were several cheers. Peering over his shoulder as he pulled out of her and tucked himself away after helping her with her skirt, she was mortified to realize the source of the ruckus.
Them!
"Ummm, Link," she nodding her head towards the dozen or so people who had been watching them and seemed to have enjoyed the show immensely.
Looking back over his shoulder, his eyes followed her to the group of people watching them. He then looked down at her and grinned, his face, however, reddening slightly.
"Well, it was your idea..."
Chapter 7
He'd never known a woman who could make him lose control as effortlessly as Angelique. It was as though she had some sort of mystical hold on him that made him overlook reason and accountability and just do what he pleased, acting on impulse and emotion without any regard for the consequences. It made him feel out of control, and he didn't like that feeling, but at the same time, he loved the freedom of being able to let go.
Lincoln was in serious trouble, treading on dangerous ground and he knew it.
"How come you're the way that you are?" Angelique asked from the passenger seat of the Impala as they drove back to the motel.
Frowning he glanced over at her for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you're so closed off. Tonight you actually let loose and had fun, and I have to give you credit, you can't dance worth a shit, but you tried. Then we get into the car and you turn back to being, well - and don't take this the wrong way…" she reached over and touched his arm, "you."
With a loud sigh, Lincoln noticed a rest area and pulled the car into it, parking.
Turning in his seat he looked over at her and considered how much he wanted to reveal to her. Did she genuinely care or was it the reporter in her needing to know, for no other purpose than to know? She chewed at her bottom lip and, as his eyes locked with hers, he saw the concern reflected in them so decided to trust her.
"Look Angel. It's not you. It’s how you make me feel."
She remained silent, waiting for him to explain further.
He ran a hand through his hair as he attempted to gather his thoughts. Fuck it! "I was married once. About five years ago."
She nodded, but again didn't speak though he had her complete attention.
"Her name was Rebecca, she was a good woman, but doing what I do, I'm on the road a lot. Maybe more than I should be."
Angelique nodded, but again didn't interrupt, however her expression told him she had an idea as to where the story was leading.
"Things started to not feel right, if you know what I mean. There just seemed to be a growing distance between us so, on one particular job I came home a few days early and didn't tell her; I just watched her and I soon found out the reason why her attitude had changed."
Angelique cringed. "Another man?"
Lincoln nodded his confirmation.
"Oh."
"So we got a divorce and I decided that it would be in my best interest to just keep to myself. Work..."
"Any relationships, girlfriend, anyone since her?"
"None, it's better that way."
"So you don't ever..."
He shook his head. "No. I think, at least for now, it’s better this way.""
She eyed him with a doubtful expression on her face as he turned back in his seat, started the car back up, shifted it into gear and attempted to convince himself it was for the best.
What could he offer a woman, really? He was on the road constantly, so she'd always worry about where he was, and he would always wonder in the back of his mind if she was alone in bed, or if someone was with her.
No, it was better this way, he told himself.
****
Angelique wanted to press more, find out about this woman who'd cheated on a man like Lincoln. She could hardly believe it. Despite their differences over the past couple of days, she'd learned that he was a good man, honest, proud. Not to mention all he had to do was look at her with those hungry steel grey eyes of his and she melted.
Sure she’d liked to bust his balls, and considering he was taking her to jail, she felt she was within her rights to give him a little bit of shit. But, if the circumstances were different, there was no way she'd do anything to hurt him. The idea of wanting another man when you had a man like Lincoln was unthinkable in her mind
"Link."
He glanced over at her as he pulled into the parking lot of the 'Sleep and Go' motel.
"For what it's worth I think your ex is an idiot."
He chuckled as he parked the car and then glanced back over at her. "You think s
o, huh?"
"Yeah, you're an amazing catch." she paused and gave him the same smirk she'd given him when he'd slipped on the oil she spilt at the coffee house, "Despite the lack of dance skills."
Lincoln huffed and got out of the car grumbling to himself. She couldn't make out what he was saying but she had a feeling whatever it was, it was for the best that she couldn't hear him. Grinning, Angelique opened her door and hopped out before he had a chance to make it around the car to open it for her.
"You know, I have no idea what it is about women and dancing that is so appealing,"
he grumbled as he closed her door, locked it and then took her hand as they walked to the door of their motel room.
Angelique glanced down at their entwined fingers and was a little surprised by the gesture as they walked. Normally she wouldn't have thought anything of a man she was dating holding her hand; however, she wasn't dating Lincoln. But it felt so natural - so appropriate.
Reaching the door he paused and stared at their interlaced fingers and his face went blank as if he were realizing the potential meaning behind it. A look of uncertainty crossed his face, mirroring what she was feeling inside as he locked gazes with her.
Fucking was one thing; it could be blamed on needing to be comforted, or simply giving into your primal urges in the heat of the moment. But the small gesture of taking her hand absentmindedly opened the door up to something more, something she knew they could never have together. He let her hand slip from his fingers, and turned his attention to unlocking the door and ushering her inside.
Once inside and with the door closed behind them, Lincoln kicked off his shoes and then shed his jacket and hung it on the rack next to the door, avoiding eye contact with Angelique. An awkward silence fell over the room as they both prepared for bed.
After ten minutes of virtually ignoring her as he went about his business, Angelique couldn't take it any longer. "What wrong, Link?" As if she didn't already know.
For the first time since they had stepped into the room he looked at her, catching her eyes, a blank expression on his face. "Nothing," he replied pulling his gaze from hers and raking a nervous hand through his hair. "I don't need to cuff you tonight, do I?"
She took a tentative step towards him, then another closing the distance between them until she was standing in front of him, looking up at him and pressing her palms to his chest. "I'm not running, Link."
He ran the back of his hand across her cheek and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I wish you would," he whispered.
Angelica's heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat. "What?" she finally managed to gasp out. "What do you mean by that?"
He lowered his eyes to meet hers, and ran his thumb along her lower lip. She parted her lips, and took his thumb into her mouth. Sucking in a sharp breath, he watched fascinated for a moment, before removing his thumb.
"I have to take you in, Angelique. They know I have you. They expect you to be delivered in three days."
Angelique nodded. "I know."
"I have to fucking take you in and God help me, I don't want to."
She attempted a smile, and partially succeeded. "We still have three days. Maybe I can figure something out."
Lincoln shook his head. "I'll give you some money. Run Angelique. You said yourself there's no way you're getting off. I've read your case... Baby, there's no way they're letting you walk. At least if you run you have a chance."
"You said yourself the other day that running isn't the answer, that running and looking over my shoulder is no better than prison." She hadn't believed his argument, but she didn't want him to feel guilty about doing his job.
"That was before I knew you, Angel."
"We've only known each other a couple of days; we barely know each other, Link."
"And that's what makes what I'm starting to feel for you so damn terrifying."
Angelique paused, uncertain as to whether or not she should press him harder.
Looking into his eyes, torn with emotion, guilt, frustration, tenderness... Such a vast array of emotion that she couldn't keep herself from pressing, and then holding her breath on his reply. "And how are you starting to feel?"
Lincoln didn't say a word, but instead raked a hand through her hair and then lowered his mouth to hers, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulling her tight against him. His lips lightly danced across hers and she sighed, her hands fisting the front of his t-shirt. She longed to pull his lips down harder onto hers, but restrained herself, instead savouring the tenderness he was showing her.
"You've been such a pain in my ass, Angelique," he murmured, his lips moving along her jaw, towards her neck. "Everything that has happened between us is wrong."
His lips touched her neck and an electric jolt rushed through her while the juices between her legs began to gather uncomfortably. She ground against the hard ridge of his cock, under his jeans, attempting to relieve the building tension, but instead only making it worse. Releasing his shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dropped her head back, allowing him better access to the sensitive skin.
He slowly walked her backwards, until the back of her legs hit the bed, while his lips moved back up her neck and then captured hers. He kissed her softly, tenderly and she felt herself melting into him as he slipped a hand under her thighs, swept her from her feet and then lowered her gently onto one of the two double beds in the room. Stretching out beside her, he propped himself up with one arm, while his free hand slowly moved up her leg, beginning at the thigh and slowly inching upwards.
Angelique turned to her side to face him, and tugged the hem of his t-shirt up his hard, toned abdominals, admiring the firm muscle as it was revealed to her. Once it reached his chest, he pulled it off entirely and tossed it to the floor. "Just so you know, you're not a walk in the park to be around either," she teased, her eyes leaving the beautiful muscle to catch his.
"No?" he raised a curious brow at her, but a grin touched his lips.
"Nope," Angelique confirmed as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest.
"But I can forgive you."
His hand reached the hem of her skirt, but instead of moving further up and under it, he reached behind her and unzipped the back. With the zipper undone he pulled the material down her hips, legs and then tossed it to the floor with his shirt, leaving her lower half naked for his eyes to feast upon, though her top and bra soon followed, leaving her completely naked beside him.
Resting his hand back on her thigh, it continued its journey up her outer thigh to the curve of her hip and down along her waist. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, willing him to slip his fingers between her legs to help release the building tension between them.
Angelique undid his pants and pushed them down his hips, followed by his boxers, as she trailed soft kisses down his chest and torso. She pushed him back against the mattress and tugged his pants all the way down and off, leaving his gorgeous body naked for her to explore.
She worked her way down his stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of hard muscle of his abdominals, she was about to grasp his thick, rock solid cock in her hand, when he grabbed her upper arms and urged her back up and then pressed her to her back.
"But I was..."
He covered her mouth with his, quieting her protest as he slid his hand between her creamy thighs and cupped her mound. Closing her eyes she moaned against his lips, and bucked against the hand teasing her pussy. And then he was gone.
Alarmed, her eyes flew open to see him grabbing his handcuffs from his jacket pocket.
Her eyes watched the cuffs as the metal gleamed under the soft overhead light and her pussy tensed. For the first time since she’d met him, she was actually excited to see those cuffs in his hand.
He stalked towards her, a devilish look on his face; his cock, standing tall and proud, taunting her. She licked her lips as she watched it, anxious to wrap her lips around it, and lick off the cum that was beginning to form at th
e tip.
Taking her first wrist, he slapped the cuff on and looped it around the rung above her head on the headboard. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she looked up and met his gaze, and then offered her second wrist to him.
With her secured to the bed, her hands above her head, Lincoln stretched back out beside her. "I promised you something at the club," he whispered in her ear as his mouth began its journey south down the length of her body. He took his precious time, his mouth paying careful attention to every inch of her quivering, needy body.
His fingers, spread her pussy lips wide, and slowly ran back and forth along the length of her slit. The fire that had been burning within her was quickly turning into an out of control inferno. She couldn't decide what was more torturous, his tongue as it flicked and teased her nipples, turning first one and then the other into tight nubs or his fingers as they stroked and teased.
Angelique tested the cuffs, suddenly overcome with the need to touch him. She groaned in frustration and then whimpered as his teeth nipped at her nipple and a short burst of pleasure and pain rushed through her
"I need to touch you, Link," she groaned, her hips bucking up against his hand as he dipped two fingers deep into her core.
"No."
His mouth worked its way down her body until he reached her mound. He paused, his hunger-filled eyes looking up and catching hers. She shivered as the warmth of his breath tickled her wet, exposed pussy. The anticipation was killing her and he seemed to be intent on prolonging her agony.
"Please," she struggled against the cuffs, overwhelmed with the need to feel his face buried between her legs, lapping up the juices that were slipping down her ass.
He grinned, and then kissed the top of her mound. He removed his tormenting fingers from her depths, and spread her pussy wide, exposing her clit to him. He lowered his mouth to her swollen clit, kissing it, and then rolling his tongue around it.
"Jesus, Link, please. I need to come!"
