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I let myself give up the idea of control as he worked his way up and down my length, taking a little more of me each time. The squeeze of his ass was blissful torture that sent heat coiling dangerously through my core.
I fisted his dick, stroking him root to tip in quick passes. There was no way in hell I’d last like this, not with the way he had my whole body riled up and ready to combust. I wanted him right there with me. Precum smeared along my fingers, and I used it like lube, my hand gliding easily over his length.
His head tipped back, mouth going slack, as I matched the pace he set. The loud moans he let out shot straight to my balls, making them draw up tight.
Fuck, I had to hold it together.
I gripped his thigh tighter as I focused on making him feel good—on making him fall apart. I wanted to see him unravel. Wanted him to paint my chest in his cum before I filled him.
I let his moans and quickened breaths consume me, let them take over any part of my brain still clinging to reality. He was the drug that made me fly. The one that made the world fade away. My nerves sparked down my spine while my core constricted as I watched how he fucked himself on my cock. Admired the way he used me for his own pleasure.
A strangled sound escaped me as he rose up on his knees, my cock slipping from his body. Before I could protest, he inched forward to straddle my chest. The action brought his weeping dick level with my mouth, and I ran my tongue eagerly over the underside of his length. With one hand on the headboard and the other wrung in my hair, he thrust past my parted lips. Salty precum smeared along my tongue as he fucked my mouth.
It wasn’t what I expected, but I liked it.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his breath catching in his throat. His pace turned frantic and more demanding, the tip of his cock jamming against the back of my throat with every snap of his hips. I gagged on the sheer size of him,but I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. My hands bracketed his strong thighs while I was gifted the gorgeous sight of him losing control—a sight I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
Some kind of incomprehensible chant fell off that sexy mouth of his until he was shoving his length deep into my throat. His cock pulsated on my tongue as he came in spurts down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but his cum spilled down my beard when he eased out of my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Lincoln murmured, dragging his thumb over my beard to collect it. My blood boiled as I watched him bring it to his mouth, tasting himself.
That single filthy thing almost damn near did me in, making my cock ache and my balls tighten. I grabbed his hips tightly and dragged him right back where I wanted him, burying my length inside him as I lost control. The way his ass clenched around me was the catalyst I didn’t know I needed.
I dragged him down on my cock with a guttural groan as it jerked and pulsated, filling him with my cum. A shudder rolled through my body as my nerves sparked with overstimulation.
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled when it began to fade into a comfortable haze.
“Yeah,” Lincoln agreed. Climbing off of me, he dropped onto the bed next to me, catching his breath with an easy smile turning his lips. I’d never really given a fuck about sex, but Lincoln was about to make me a goddamn addict. Maybe I was just deprived, but everything about him felt good. Real damn good. I clung to the euphoria he created, desperate to hold onto it as my eyes slid shut.
CHAPTER 26
NASH
Sittingontheedgeof the bed, I ran my hands over my face. I was so goddamn tired, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t turn my brain off, even with all the medication in my system. The few times I did, the screaming started. Most days, I wasn’t sure what was worse: the lack of sleep or the nightmares.
No matter what I did, nothing changed. It was the same push and pull, day in and day out.
You know how to change it,the voice said.There’s only one way out.
Yeah, I knew that too.
Minding my noise, I eased out of bed and grabbed my clothes off the floor. I faltered, taking just a moment to admire the uninhibited way Lincoln was sprawled and tangled in the sheets. A million little haunted thoughts trickled through my brain, but one stood out: this wasn’t a smart idea. Whatever this was, it was laced with disappointment—for him.
Since when do you do anything smart?the voice asked.
I sighed. It was a little louder and more obnoxious than normal, something I was used to when the nightmares hit.
I padded out into the living room and closed the door softly. I waited for a heartbeat of a moment to see if the slight noise would wake him. When his soft snoring continued uninterrupted, I got dressed.
For as tired as my body was, I made quick work of getting my shit together. I just wanted out of there before I was forced into an uncomfortable conversation with him. I didn’t know how to talk to him in any way that made sense.
A good guy with a normal life couldn’t understand mine.
Putting some distance between us was the best thing I could do.
I formulated a plan as I situated my bags on my shoulders and left. If I gave myself a good two weeks of playing in some of the more populated areas, I could make enough for a bus ticket out of town. I’d go somewhere new. Start over. I could make do without a lot of things in the name of getting the fuck out of dodge.
He doesn’t deserve your mess,the voice reminded me.
