I shimmy out of my pants and am now lying completely naked on Lincoln's king-sized bed. The sunlight is streaming through the window and I don’t feel vulnerable at all. The look in Lincoln's eyes tells me he is very happy with what he sees.
The feeling is mutual as he pulls his T-shirt off over his head and I finally get a good look at his incredible torso. Holy hell. The man is built like a Greek god: broad shoulders, perfect chest, abs that look like he spends hours a day at the gym, and even the amazingly sexy V that’s like an arrow directing you to the Holy Grail. And tattoos . . . yum.
"Your body is incredible," I say while trying to control myself from lunging at him. How is it possible that my mouth feels so dry but I’m salivating at the sight of him?
"I was just thinking the same thing." He looks in my eyes while he slowly undoes his jeans. He pushes them down with his briefs and reveals his huge erection. Now, I’ve only ever seen one other man’s penis up close, and the size difference actually scares me.
"Um, Jesus, I . . . Um . . ."
"Like what you see, baby?"
"Um, I . . . um . . ." I’m speechless. It’s long and thick, and looks like one of those huge dildos I’d seen when purchasing a gag gift for my friend’s twenty-first at a sex shop. Holy shit. I’m so scared that I find myself slowly backing up the bed until my back hits the bedhead.
"What’s wrong?" Lincoln looks at me; his eyes are full of concern.
"Um, you know how I said I’ve only ever been with one man?" He nods his head. "Well, he was probably half your, um . . . size." I’m so embarrassed! He's probably going to laugh at my inexperience. I look down at my hands and I know I’m blushing profusely.
He climbs up onto the bed and tilts my chin up to look at him. "You're nervous because my cock is bigger than your ex’s?"
I bite my lip and he smiles at me. I can see he's quite proud of his appendage. Hell, he should be! "Baby, that’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, thank you. And don’t worry; it’ll fit perfectly. I’ll go slow... for now." He kisses me and again I’m lost.
"I need to taste you." He lowers himself between my legs, grabs my ass and pulls me towards him so I’m flat on my back. He spreads my legs and just stares, admiringly at my fully-waxed regions.
"Fuck, Har, even your pussy is perfect. I can already see how wet you are for me." He lets out a growl and lowers his face between my thighs. I hear him inhale deeply and I instinctively try to close my legs, but he keeps them open with his large hands.
"Ready to see what my dirty mouth can do, baby?"
Fuck, yes!
He licks me from my anus to my clit slowly. I moan and he takes that as his approval and begins
flicking his tongue over my pussy. He releases my thighs and uses one hand to open me, and his tongue dives between my folds.
"Oh God, Lincoln, that’s amazing." I’m panting and clawing at the sheets. With his free hand, he slides his index finger inside me and I hear that sexy growl again.
"Fuck you're so tight, baby."
He continues to lick my pussy and slide his finger in and out until I'm screaming his name. I grab his hair and look down at him. Just seeing the top of his head between my legs sends me over the edge and I erupt in the biggest orgasm of my life.
Usually, I’m quite reserved when I come, I’ve learnt to be quiet over the years so that I wouldn’t wake Derek, but now I'm screaming and pulling on Lincoln’s beautiful mane of hair. I collapse back onto the pillow and try to regain some control over my body. He rises from his position and sits back on his heels. He gives me a grin that says "I'm a god" and, without breaking eye contact, he slips his index finger in his mouth. It’s the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
"Mmm . . . delicious." He pops his finger out from between his lips and climbs on top of me.
"Fuck me, please." I’m begging him, the desperation clear in my tone. I wrap my legs around him but he pulls away. I’m disappointed, and it shows . . .
"Condom baby." Of course! What the hell is he doing to me? I completely forgot about protection! This man makes me forget my own name. I have to go on the pill if we decide to continue our "trysts."
I watch as he rolls the condom down his scary but impressive length. It’s not until he leans over me again that I realize I’m holding my breath. "I’ll go slow, Harbour, I promise." He kisses me softly as he guides his erection to my wet core.
I feel my body opening to him and we both hold our breath this time. With slow, deliberate movements, he pushes himself into me and stops. I look at his face, and he looks like he’s hurting. His eyes are squeezed shut and a vein on his neck is protruding. "Fuck Har, Jesus, you're so fucking tight and I’m not even all the way in yet."
What? How much more is there!?
“Are you okay?"
"It hurts a little, but I want all of you."
"Fuck!" he growls as he pushes himself completely inside me. Now it hurts. I feel really stretched. I try not to show him my discomfort, but I can’t help it. I swear, I can feel his cock in my stomach.
"You okay, baby? I’ll just stay still until you get used to it." Judging by the sheen of sweat on his brow and the pained expression on his beautiful face, he wants to move.
"I’m okay. Fuck me, Lincoln." I’ve lost all my inhibitions. Go hard or go home.
"I’m not going to last long, Har. You feel incredible." With that he loses control and begins pounding into my sex. He's so big that he's hitting all the right spots, and I soon find myself close to another orgasm. He lifts up slightly and grabs my breast, massaging and then pinching my nipple. When he leans over and licks it, I’m gone.
I thought the biggest orgasm of my life happened earlier. I was wrong. I swear, I see stars behind my eyelids—fireworks, even. My body is shaking, and I wrap my legs around Lincoln's waist to ride out my intense orgasm.
Lincoln places both of his hands under my arms and fucks me harder, pulling me towards him. The intensity in his face works me up again and for the first time in my sexual life, I come for a third time. Lincoln explodes with me, calling out my name and pushing against me harder whilst unloading himself.
He collapses on top of me as we both attempt to catch our breath. He kisses me deeply, like an unspoken thank you. He rolls onto his side, removing the now full condom and then pulls me to him.
"That was fucking amazing, Harbour. I've been fantasizing about doing that since I first saw you in the ballroom at the Waldorf." His mouth is near my ear, and his breath tickles me.
"I agree." I say breathlessly.
We don't say anything else; we just lay there in post-orgasmic bliss until sleep takes over.
Chapter Eleven
I wake feeling warm. Lincoln has wrapped his arm around my waist and our legs are tangled together. I take the opportunity to admire him. Up close, he’s even more handsome. His long, dark lashes fan out over his cheek, his perfect mouth is slightly open, his hair is standing in all crazy directions and the small amount of stubble on his jawline gives him a sexy, careless look. I run my hand down his shoulder blade and trace the tattoos across his back. Amongst all the beautiful color and imagery there is writing; a quote, maybe? I can’t see it from this angle.
Lincoln shifts and I freeze. Are we going to have that awkward, post-sex conversation? Is he going to ask me to leave? Does he want a repeat performance? I’m hoping for option three. In the five minutes I've been awake, I have decided that I want him any way I can get him, and as much as I don’t want to be anyone’s dirty secret, I guess it could be fun. I’ve always been a good girl; time to let naughty Harbour out for a while.
"Hello there. You look deep in thought."
"Just had a mini revelation."
"Sex with me usually does that. Revelations, epiphanies, out of body experiences . . ."
I laugh and he rises to lean over me, kissing me softly.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel great, a bit um . . . stretched, but I feel good."
"Good.
I like knowing that you can feel me when I’m not in you. I’m going to make that my mission. If I’m not in you, you'll either want me in you, or you’ll be able to feel that I’ve been there. If it was up to me, I’d never leave that tight hole of yours."
"Jesus, you can’t say things like that. It’s getting me hot, but I think we need to talk."
His face is completely serious, like we're about to discuss business. "Okay, you're right, let’s talk. You tell me exactly what you want from me, what you don’t want, and even set up the rules. The ball’s in your court, Har. I’m completely at your fucking mercy. State your demands."
I’m a bit taken aback. I get to set the rules? "Um, well I’ve decided I don’t want it to end just yet . . ."
"Agreed, continue."
I sit up and he follows me, sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing each other. I lift the sheet to cover my body, but he pulls it away and nods. "Nope, not going to happen. Don't get shy on me now."
"We can’t have a serious conversation naked!"
He chuckles, a deep, low chuckle that makes me want to forget our "talk" and do dirty things to him.
"I'm letting you set the rules but it’s a negotiation. One of my rules is that you'll be naked whenever we have a chance. Personally, I'd prefer to have this conversation buried deep inside you, but I don’t think we'd accomplish much. Well . . . except for a couple of mind-blowing orgasms." He winks at me and I shake my head.
"Fine." I straighten my back and try not to let him distract me. "Monogamy. As long as we're sleeping with each other, there can be no other women—"
"Or men," he says, cutting me off.
"Of course. No sleeping with other people, no kissing, either."
He rolls his eyes. "Nothing. Next?"
"In the office, we need to be completely professional; no one can know. Especially Vivian . . . she'd kill me."
He laughs again and I giggle. The woman would rip my head off if she knew what I was discussing with Lincoln right now.
"Of course, top secret." He pretends to zip his lip.
"No sexual contact in the office. As much as I’d like you to fuck me on your desk, it can’t happen."
"So you've thought about it? Damn, baby, you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to fuck you over my desk."
I feel my stomach tighten and my head is filling with images of him folding me over his desk and having his way with me. I need to get back on track, or we'll never finish this conversation.
"I want honesty. No lying, no secrets, no ending it without explanation. Although this isn't going to be serious, I think we should still respect one another."
"Definitely. Anything else?" I can see he wants me. His cock is standing fully erect as if it wants to say something. Message received.
I get on my knees and push Lincoln gently onto his back, and I take his hard cock in my hand and stroke it. He groans, and for the first time in my life I want to suck a cock. I’ve done it before of course, but it always ended with me not getting mine. Derek always said it was my fault for being so good at it.
"We both get to come. Every time."
"I think that’s fair." He moans as I lick the top of his cock. He lifts his hips, silently begging for more and I submit. I take his cock in my mouth and begin to give him what I’m hoping is the best blow job of his life. I try to take all of him, but it takes three attempts before my throat allows access to his long length. He cries out when his cock hits the back of my throat. He grabs a handful of my hair but it doesn’t make me uncomfortable; it makes me suck harder.
"Fuck, Har, that’s amazing."
I feel him thicken in my mouth and I continue my assault on him. I reach out and grab his balls and pull gently. With that, he looks down at me and whispers, "I’m going to come if you don’t stop."
"That’s the idea." I moan and give him a playful wink.
He drops his head back and I continue bringing him in and out of my mouth, licking and tasting his pre-come. After a few more rather skillful moves on my part, he grabs my hair harder and begins to orgasm, yelling my name and a few obscenities. I feel his come filling my mouth and I have to swallow twice to get it all down. I loved it, and by the look on his face, he did too.
"Fuck!" he growls, and throws me on my back, kissing me hard. "Your turn."
He returns the favor; twice.
****
We're lying in bed; Lincoln's arm is around my waist, and my back to him. I’m panting when I notice that the sun has nearly set. "What time is it?" I ask breathlessly.
"About seven p.m."
"We’ve been in bed for hours!"
"If it were up to me, we wouldn’t leave."
I love that he wants me here as much as I want to be here.
"Har, tell me about your ex."
I’m not sure I’m ready to open up to him. Then again, if he opens up to me I might feel better about it.
"Will you tell me about yours?"
He sighs. "What do you want to know?"
SO much! Where do I begin? "Anything, everything . . ."
He releases me and rolls onto his back. His hand runs through his hair and sighs in defeat.
"We were together for a year. I thought we were in love, but it turns out she just wanted to climb the social ladder. I met her at a charity event my parents were hosting. I should've seen it from the start but I was too arrogant. I just assumed she felt the same way." He strokes my arm slowly, up and down, as if he’s trying to distract me. I place my hand over his to halt his movements. He gives me a sexy smirk and continues with his story. "Everything happened quickly. We moved in together, but we hardly saw each other. She was always 'on location' somewhere. When she was in town, I’d take her out. She liked to dress up and be in the spotlight; she was a model, so it helped her career." I chew my lip guiltily, because I know this already from my drunken Google stalking.
"After six months, it was like we were housemates. She'd come home and be so tired from her shoots that she'd sleep. I felt like the only time she showed me affection was when a camera was pointed our way." That explains why they were all over each other in the photos online, even towards the end. She's a good actress.
"Anyway, in the end I was just trying to hold on, even though I knew it was over. I did the opposite of what my family wanted, or even the signals she was giving me, and proposed. She made me do it again so a camera was present, of course."
I gasp. "Wow. Such a personal moment put on display? Jeez, some women are lucky to be proposed to once, let alone making your partner do it twice! How did you feel about that?"
He sighs again and closes his eyes. "I didn't want to do it the first time; the second time was fucking torture."
"Why did you propose, then?"
"Because I thought she was what I wanted; to settle down, have kids—you know, just a natural progression, even if we didn't love each other."
"You can't be serious? You were going to marry her even though you didn't love her?"
"Hey, the feeling was mutual. She was seeing a guy she met on a shoot behind my back for months."
"Did you know?"
He sighs again; he's really uncomfortable speaking about her. "Yeah, I had an idea . . . It doesn't matter anyway, it's over. She's with him now, she's happy. "
"Are you happy?"
He runs his hands through his hair and leans on his elbow, facing me. "I wasn't. My ego took a massive hit. I pretty much slept with any woman who threw herself at me for the first week, and then I woke up one morning, hung-over in a strange bed and realized I was heading down a bad road. " He winces as if saying those words out aloud was more uncomfortable than he expected. "Then I met you. Harbour, I don't know how to say this without sounding like a tool, but you affected me, big time. I was so freaked out by the instant connection I felt with you. You messed my head up more in three hours than she did in a year." He takes a deep breath and kisses me chastely on the lips. "When you walked out that night, I realized I needed to sort my shit out.
My plan was to try and find you after I got back. I didn't have to look, though, because obviously fate had other ideas. I went to my family's island, kind of like a self-imposed rehab, and then went to work with HFH."
He was going to look for me?! I'm so excited that I feel like I'm going to explode.
"Did you go to the island alone?" I ask softly, trying to keep the jealousy out of my tone.
"Yeah, it was a spur of the moment thing. I’m twenty-nine. I knew I needed to just get my head together and focus on my future without Rachael. It’s funny though; I never missed her. I tried to. I felt like an asshole for being able to forget her so easily, I guess her infidelity made it easier. You, though, you played on my mind the whole time. Every time I tried to relax, all I saw were your eyes behind that mask . . ."
"I'm not gonna lie, Lincoln, I thought about you too." I smile shyly at him and continue the conversation. "So, you went to work instead of sitting around on a beach dreaming about me?" I giggle and he smiles.
"Yeah, I wanted to do something useful. I was cut off over there. By choice. No Internet, no phone: just me and my thoughts. Eventually, I decided to head to the mainland, and that’s where I met Arthur. He told me about Habitat and the next day, I started work. It was the best thing I ever did. I came back with a new outlook, a better perspective. I won’t let a woman trick me into anything again. That’s why you caught my eye. You say what you think; no filter."
"My lack of filter has gotten me into a lot of trouble; mainly just me embarrassing myself, though. You're the first person to tell me you like it."
I giggle and he smiles down at me. "Your turn. I've told you more than I thought I would, so I want the whole story. Why did you move here?"
I sit up against the bedhead and Lincoln follows. I'm the one who asked for honesty; now it’s my turn to share.
Chapter Twelve
I exhale deeply and begin. "I moved here because my ex was even worse than yours. Our breakup was . . . messy. We were together for four years, he was my first in a lot of ways, and I thought I loved him. I dreamed of us getting married and starting a family; I've always wanted lots of kids. We went to school together and I was completely blinded by love. I ignored all my friends when they said he was shifty; they all knew what I refused to see.
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