Page 74 of Carry On
Kind of like Lincoln.
The man was a drug. Addictive and intoxicating. He numbed the chaos in my brain and made me feel things I hadn’t felt in… well, ever. That feeling was dangerous. Lincoln was dangerous. The minute he was gone, I felt his absence deep in my core. I felt it in the rolling waves of darkness that crept back in. I heard it in the way the voice in my head grew louder and more insistent.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the music, on the notes spilling out from my soul. I wanted to make them matter.
A key in the lock had me sitting up. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and stopped the recording as Lincoln came in.
“No!” he exclaimed with a loud laugh. I frowned, wondering who he was talking to. Considering his was the only voice, he had to be on the phone. “I didn’t die in the elevator.Oh, good God. You’re a dramatic little fuck. Good night—goodnight!”
He stumbled through taking off his shoes and eventually settled on just tossing them wherever the fuck they landed. When he saw me on the couch, his face lit up beautifully, and he waved stupidly. Oh, he was drunk. He went to set his phone down and tossed it right off the other side of the island. Even I cringed at how it clacked and slid across the hardwood.
“Oops.” Lincoln damn near giggled. There was no attempt to retrieve it as he shrugged out of his suit coat and threw it over a chair. Setting my guitar aside, I got up to fix his jacket. I knew he’d care about the wrinkles that would set in when he was sober.
He met me halfway, his fingers tangling in my hair as his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue swept across mine, and the audible sigh of relief he let out was one I felt in my soul. Hands on his waist, I pulled him closer to keep him steady as he swayed slightly. It was messy and demanding, unhinged and full of need. It was something I wanted to get lost in, but his state of intoxication nagged at me.
“Are you okay?” I asked against his lips. I’d never seen him drunk. Sure, he drank a little here or there, but this was different.
“Mm-hmm.I’m horny.” He tried to kiss me again, but I leaned back, searching those blue eyes as I tried to determine just how far gone he was.
“You’re drunk, Linc.”
“Drunk enough to be drunk, sober enough to say I want you,” he retorted. Grabbing my hand, Lincoln pressed my hand over the front of his pants. The fancy fabric did nothing to hide just how hard he was. Jesus fuck, the man was practically throbbing in my palm. His hips rocked against my hand as he kissed and licked his way up my neck. His teeth sank in hard enough into my skin to elicit a gasp from me. The pain shot straight to my balls. “Use me, Nash. Use me like I want to use you to feel good.”
When he put it that way…
Gripping his hips, I yanked him flush against my body and kissed him hard. I would’ve been lying if I said the taste of him wasn’t a relief. Over and over, I kissed him in a clash of teeth and tongues. Every kiss was more demanding than the one before until we were panting. The loud moans he let out coiled through my core, and my dick was painfully hard as it strained against the zipper of my jeans.
“Shirt off, Linc,” I ordered, reaching behind me to yank my shirt off. Lincoln fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt before mutteringsomething that sounded an awful lot like ‘fuck it’ and ripped the shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the floor.
I chuckled as he faltered, his gaze tracking the mess. I knew full well the man was regretting his actions. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, I dragged his mouth back to me and kissed him hard to make him focus. As I did, I unbuttoned my jeans.
“On your knees.” The words were barely out of my mouth before he dropped to his knees in front of me. He smoothed his hands up my thighs and pulled down my pants for me. I fisted my cock and stroked my length, sighing with relief. His tongue flicked over my slit, lapping up the precum beading there. I threaded my fingers through his hair, ordering, “Tongue out.”
He did as I asked, and my fist tightened in his dark hair. The heat and need in his eyes was intoxicating. I wanted to take all that energy and desire and fuck him until he couldn’t see straight.
“God, you’re sexy on your knees like this… tongue out and ready for me to fuck your mouth,” I murmured. I tapped the crown of my dick against the flat of his tongue. “Take my cock like a good boy, and I’ll bend you over the couch to make you come when I’m done.”
Lincoln hummed his approval, practically salivating at the idea. That was all the yes I needed and dragged his mouth down my length until I was stuffed completely in him. The head of my dick lodged in the back of his throat, making him gag, but he didn’t back down. If anything, he made himself more comfortable, adjusting his position in front of me.
The pace I set was steady as I fucked the wet heat of his mouth in rapid snaps. Tears built on his lower lashes, and I brushed them away.
“Fuck.” I groaned, my head tipping back with the waves of pleasure rolling over my nerves. “Your mouth feels so goddamn good.”
He gave my balls a light squeeze, and my knees damn near gave out with the sensation. And that little smirk he gave around my cock? That was almost enough to make me cum. But not like this. Not until I was buried in his ass with my name falling off that filthy mouth of his.
“On your feet, Linc,” I growled as I pulled him off me, “and get naked. I want you bent over that couch. Now.”
He wasted no time doing exactly that, rushing through stripping out of his clothes. More than once, I threw out a hand to steady him. I liked himeager and wanting. It made me want to ravage the fuck out of him, but his drunkenness gave me pause enough to make sure he didn’t hurt himself in the process.
My reward, though, was his ass on display as he bent over the couch like I asked.
“Did you know,” I began as I smoothed my hands over his ass, “that anyone in the park can see in your windows?”
I nodded toward the floor-to-ceiling windows when he glanced at me. I expected hesitation in his expression. Instead, I was greeted by curiosity. It made me brazen enough to leave him and open up the curtains further as if inviting the audience.
Was it a risky move? Absolutely. And if someone had an issue with it? Yeah, there could be potential legal ramifications. But on the other hand, it wouldn’t be our fault if they were watching us through the windows.
I waited for Lincoln to protest—to tell me no—but he didn’t.
