Page 64 of Chronicles of a Rockin' Mess

He licks up my folds until he reaches my clit, which he circles twice before biting it lightly and sucking it. I feel a finger enter me, and then a second one, I ride against them as he continues sucking at my bundle of nerves. I’m so close, but it’s when his third finger slides down to my ass, and I feel him circle my back entrance that I completely lose it. I writhe beneath him, crying out his name. He keeps going even after I still.

“Again,” he says as he starts over.

“Lincoln,” I say, my whole body is lit up, and I’m not sure I can come again.

Then I feel a finger wet from my release slowly push against a hole that has never had anything push against it. I tense.

“Relax, Lark. I’m not gonna take you here unless you want me to. I just want to make you come harder than you ever have,” he says as he sucks and licks at my folds. I relax slightly, and he pushes what I think is his little finger into my ass. It feels foreign and weird, but it’s when two fingers enter my sex and push into my wetness that I feel the fullness. I don’t know what comes over me as his mouth sucks on my clit and three of his fingers fill two of my holes, but I suddenly become a sex-craved maniac. I grind against his fingers over and over as his tongue flicks rapidly at my clit, and then I’m overcome by sensations. I cry out incoherent things as he slows his movements. I sink into the mattress. My body feels like jelly. I vaguely feel him pull down my panties and reach around me to unhook my bra, and I don’t respond until I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. I open my eyes, and he’s staring at me, waiting.

“Yes,” I whisper as he pushes his length inside me. I spread my legs farther apart, and he sinks all the way into me. We are both still for a moment, just staring at one another.

I buck against him, and he snaps out of whatever he was thinking and begins to move. I match each of his thrusts as we begin a hard rhythm. He feels incredible.

“Turn over,” he says as he pulls out and flips me over. I hesitate for a moment, but he re-enters me as he slips his finger back inside my ass. The feeling is…overwhelming.

“Jesus, you feel good. I can feel my dick inside you,” he murmurs as he pounds relentlessly at me. I arch my ass up farther, and he pounds deeper into me. I clench the pillow and cry out into it as I come again.

A moment later, I feel him thrust deep as his cock pulses inside me.

Lincoln

I had wet dreams about something like this, right here in this very bed. Part of me wants to stay buried inside her, hiding there, but I know I can’t do that. I pull out of her and cross the room to the bathroom where I find clean towels. I bring one back and hold it out, unsure if she wants to clean herself up, or if she’ll let me do it. She spreads her legs, and I see my semen trickling out of her. I can’t help myself, I run a finger around her sex, finger painting her with my seed. Goose bumps form on her skin.

“We should get back to your parents,” she breathes.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?” I ask her as I wipe the trace of myself off her sensitive flesh.

“Lincoln,” she responds, giving me a hard stare.

“You are.”

She pulls up her pants and stands. I throw the used towel in the hamper and take her outstretched hand. But instead of following her lead toward the door, I yank her against me.

“I…” I trail off, unsure of how to say what I want to say.

“It’s OK. Your dad will be OK,” she says, misinterpreting my thoughts.

I put a finger to her lips. “You’re right. I am scared about that,” I admit. “But that’s not what I was going to say.”

She raises her eyebrows.

“This isn’t just a…” I search for the right word.

“Fuck buddy situation?” she suggests.

I laugh. “Definitely not that.”

“What…is this then?” she asks.

I look into her eyes and reach up to cradle her face in my hands. “This…” I don’t know what to say.

Her eyes look down, and I curse myself.

“It’s OK, Lincoln. You don’t have to label it,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “We should go.”

She pulls away and starts for the door. “Lark?”

She turns to look back at me, and I can see I’ve hurt her again. Maybe I’m not boyfriend material. Maybe I should let her go. She deserves so much more than me.

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