Page 81 of Crash
“What are you doin’ all the way over there?” he asked, pulling me over to face him.
“Must’ve rolled there in my sleep,” I lied, wrapping my arm around his middle.
His eyes darkened, giving away that I wasn’t fooling him.
“Wanna take a shower?” he asked.
Despite myself, I smiled. I really enjoyed showering with him, and he knew it. Grinning, Lincoln threw the covers off us and pulled me out of bed and into the bathroom. My naked skin prickled with the cold, and he held me close even though his torso was peppered with goose bumps.
Turning on the water, he held his hand underneath the stream and adjusted the temperature before pulling me against his chest. Walking backward into the shower, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me awake.
“How’s that?” he asked, rubbing his hands up and down my back.
“Nice.”
Running my hand over his abs and downward, I brushed my fingers over his hardening cock. Nothing about this scared me anymore. The darkness had well and truly retreated when we were together. Touching and pleasing him was fast becoming my favorite thing to do.
“Vee.” He gasped as I curled my hand around his length and began to stroke.
My mind went back to the first night he’d made me come with his mouth, and a wicked thought bubbled to the surface. Boldly, I sank to my knees before him.
“Tell me if I’m doing this right,” I muttered and closed my lips around the head of his cock.
His fingers curled through my hair tightly as I sucked. I tasted him as I swirled my tongue, and it wasn’t bad at all, nothing like I had been imagining. Moving my lips downward, I took him deeper into my mouth, and then pulled back again.
“Fuck,” Lincoln hissed above me.
“Good?” I asked, pulling my mouth away. “I wanted to try it at least once.”
Before he could reply, I took him again, but this[CS1]time, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I moved up and down, sucking harder and harder as I went until he thrust gently into my mouth. He liked it. The thought made me feel powerful, and I dragged my teeth lightly along his skin.
“Fuck, Vee,” he exclaimed. “Stop.”
I pulled away abruptly and glanced up at him. “Stop?”
Reaching down, he hooked his hands underneath my arms and hauled me up against his chest. “Yeah, or I’ll blow in your mouth.”
Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I leaned forward, covered his mouth with mine and kissed him. Our tongues explored and tasted, my hands threading through his hair. His big hands cupped my ass and began to massage, and heat spiked between my legs.
“Linc.” I gasped, pulling my lips away from his.
“Vee.”
I could feel his erection rubbing against my opening, and I needed him in me. I felt like I needed to give him everything or risk losing what we’d built, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was a dumb thought, but I’d learned fast that when your body was turned on as much as it was right now, you did stupid shit.
“Take me,” I murmured, grinding in his arms.
His eyes widened. “You want—”
“I want.”
Pinning my back against the tiled wall, he moved a hand to guide himself into me. Rubbing his tip along my seam, he breathed heavily, his eyes hooded. Grasping my leg, he paused as his crown slipped just inside.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
“If you’re worried about the p-word, I’m on the Pill.”
“I was more worried about…you know.”
