Page 69 of Behind the Bench

Standing before me isn’t a hockey coach. No, Lincoln Scott is a damn work of art. I knew he was built, but this man is next level. His chest and pecs are sowell defined, I find myself licking my lips, ready to assault his nipples like he did mine. My eyes slowly track down his body to where a six pack of abs stare back at me. How is he even real?

But the best part? That damn low cut V that leads straight down to his giant dick that’s staring back at me. I’ve never been one to think a man’s dick is attractive, because let’s face it, they’re not, but damn. Why do I want to taste him again?

Lincoln chuckles, and it snaps me out of my lust-filled thoughts. He’s staring at me and he clearly knows I’m ogling his body. He slowly works his pants and boxer briefs down his legs until he is standing bare to me.

“Bend your legs and spread your knees wide. I want to see every part of you.”

I comply and spread my knees as far as they go. He gives himself a slow stroke before he crawls to me on the bed.

This man… Crawls. To. Me.

Lincoln’s body hovers over mine and my hands instinctively move to his hair. It’s just long enough that I can give him a quick tug like he did to me on the couch. He hisses through his teeth, and I like the heat that flashes in his eyes. Hmm, someone must like a little pain with their pleasure too.

“Careful, Ellie. Don’t make me tie those hands together so you can’t use them.”

Apparently I’ve discovered another kink because the thought of being tied up at his mercy has wetness dripping out of me. I crash my mouth to his and my body immediately begs for more. My back arches, searching for any type of friction, but Lincoln pulls away. Before I can protest, he slowly begins his descent down body.

He starts just under my ear at the sensitive part of my neck and licks his way down to my collarbone. He’s moving so slowly I want to beg him to move faster, but it feels so good. I decide to savor the pleasure and keep my mouth shut.

My hands tangle in his hair as his tongue finds my nipple.He flicks, licks, and bites while his fingers work my other nipple. Never in my life have I orgasmed from nipple play, but I swear to god I am about to shatter again.

Just as I’m about to reach my second orgasm, Lincoln abandons both nipples and starts kissing his way down my stomach. Frustration and euphoria build as he edges me yet again. He gives a quick kiss to my clit, and just when I think he’s about to dive in, he moves his mouth to my inner thigh.

I am desperate, needy, and ready to fucking scream.“Lincoln!”It comes out a mix between a whine and a moan. He smiles against my calf as he continues to kiss his way down my body.

He pauses to look up at me before smirking. “I told you I was going to explore this body inch by inch. Now let me enjoy it, Ellie, or I’m going to make you wait even longer.”

Frustrated, but turned on more than I’ve ever been in my entire life, I throw my head back on the pillows. I feel him start working his way back up my leg and push up onto my elbows so I can watch. The closer he gets to my pussy, the wetter I become.

After what feels like an hour, he spreads me apart with his fingers and gives me one long lick of his tongue. My legs start shaking and I amachingfor him to be inside me. I keep my mouth shut because I know he’ll just make me wait longer, but my god, will this man finally give me what I want?

Lincoln’s eyes meet mine as his mouth hovers over me and that’s when he finally puts two fingers inside me. It’s everything, yet still not enough. He slowly brings them in and out in the most torturous way. The next time he pushes them in, he curls them and hits a magical spot that has me moaning and writhing, totally and completely out of control.

I feel my orgasm building with each curl of his fingers. When I’m near explosion, this man pulls his fingers out again.

I fucking hate him.

I’m about to say as much when Lincoln climbs to his kneesand takes himself in his hand. He rubs the head of his dick along my center and coats himself with me. “You are fucking soaked for me, Ellie.”

I nod. I’m too focused on his size to speak. He drops his body and leans over to his nightstand. He grabs a condom and sits back on his heels to put it on. I lie there, both paralyzed with lust and so keyed up, I’m afraid I’ll burst if I move. I watch as he slides the condom on, ready and anticipating the type of pleasure I’ve only ever dreamed of.

He pulls my hips closer and raises one of my legs so it’s resting against his shoulder. “You sure you want this?” he asks, stopping just at my entrance.

“Fuck me, Lincoln.”

And then he’s driving himself home. He slowly pulls himself back out so just his tip stays inside of me and then thrusts himself back in all the way. He stays there for a moment, unmoving. “Look at me, Ellie.”

I must’ve been lost in the fullness of him because I don’t even remember closing my eyes. I open my eyes and meet his gaze.

He nods down at where we’re connected. “Look how good I fill you up, baby. You take me so well. It’s like you were made for me.” I look down at where we meet, and watch as he slowly takes himself out and pushes back in. Once. Twice.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. He’s right, though. He fills me so completely in a way that no one ever has before. It hurts so fucking good.

I can’t believe this is actually happening.

This man who I hated my entire childhood, and who made my life a living hell for so long, is now blowing my damn mind. Who would’ve thought?

His right hand grips my hip and his left hand finds its way back to my nipple as he continues to thrust into me. My orgasm is right there. I’m about to climax when Lincoln pulls himself out of me.

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