ELIZA POV
The moment I walk through my apartment doors, I am slammed into the wall and a pair of lips fastening to mine.
Lincoln
"You are late," he whispers into my ear as he pulls my shirt apart, revealing the lacy green bra underneath and my d sized cup breast. "Were you with him? Ric?" he demands, and I swear I can a hear a tone of jealousy in his voice.
"No, I… uh, I had to pick up some groceries," I gasp as he latches onto my neck, nibbling on it as I whimper in {leasure.
"Groceries?"
"Y…yes. They are in my… on the ground."
He takes a moment to look at the ground and sees the groceries there before turning back to me.
"I want you. I want you now."
And in one move pulls me back into his arms.
I lose myself in the wild and relentless attack of his lips. How is it possible for someone to be this good?
He backs me to a wall, where he then proceeds to kiss me all the way down, my bra coming off in a trail after his lips.
Soon, I am standing in nothing but sheer net panties.
"Damn, you're stunning," he murmurs as he looks up at me from the floor, where he was kneeling.
"Your turn," I say as I pull him up.
When we are like this, there is no boss or assistant, just two people taking pleasure in each other.
That is the way he wants it and honestly I agree.
I undress him in a rush, losing some of the buttons on his chest in my haste. As I am going for his belt, he reaches for my hands and still it
"Let me," he says, making me flush at my uncoordinated movements.
In seconds, his pants are down and he's standing in blue navy boxers. I can't help but stare at his size in wonder and want.
His lips continue to tease the sensitive skin on my neck as his hands go behind me to reach for the clasp of my bra. In one move, he unclasps it, and uses the strap of said bra to hold my hands hostage over my head.
Holding my hands there with one hand, he uses his other one to sneak into panties. One finger, and then two. Slowly, he fills me up until his whole fingers are in me, moving in and out in a steadily increasing tempo.
The only part I'm able to move are my hips, since my hands are held hostage and my legs trapped by his thighs. At this point, I'm completely at a loss of words. Only grunts, and pants and moans are the sounds capable of crossing my lips.
Turning my head to his face, I reach for his lips. For a release, for anything really, anything that will push me off the edge I am tittering on. He evades my lips and bends his head to my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and biting it. I'm caught in a whirlwind where I cannot find solid ground or catch my breath— It shatters me.
Soon, I become aware of my surroundings and notice that once again, I am being cradled, and held tightly in his arms. I groan out a sound, just to make sure my throat is still working after the scream I had made earlier.
"Better?" He asks.
"Yeah," I blurt out.
He gives a cheeky smirk at that, " Glad I could be of service. Don't hold back now."
I look at him for a few seconds before jumping on him, my breasts pressed flat on his chest and my legs crossed at the back of his hips.
"My room," I whisper as I begin nibbling on his neck.
Without further questions, he heads towards it and in no time we are back at it again. All pieces of covering discarded on the floor. This time, my hands are free to roam and boy, do they roam.
Everywhere I touch is muscle, no fats, just firm toned muscles. He isn't bulgy, like all those body builders, he was just really fit.
Will I ever get tired of him? Of us?
That thought quickly flies out of my head the moment he palms my breasts. Squeezing and pinching them with such skill, makes my lower region begin to tighten and constrict.
He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking it all the way in.
"Oh, my… that… don't stop," I pant. "That feels so… good."
He is relentless, and very attentive. He switches to the other breast and gives it equal treatment. By this point, I'm a mess— A quivering, sensitized, unbelievably aroused lump of quivering flesh.
I can feel him. His length. Somehow, it has grown even bigger. It is a welcome and seriously erotic weight on me.
He moves lower, to the very heart of me and with his eyes staring directly at me, licks my center. It is so dirty, so base, so hot. I release immediately.
Again. Two orgasms in less than ten minutes, and he hasn't even entered me yet.
As I slowly, but surely come down to earth, I notice him staring at me.
"Are you still on the pill?" He asks.
"Yes, why do you keep asking that?" I ask.
"Better safe than sorry," he mutters before kissing me.
It is different this time. Gentle, calmer. He takes his time, savoring my lips like they are some kind of desert.
Before long, we are both panting with want again. I feel his hands gently spread open my legs before he kisses me deeper again and slams into me. I moan out, long and hard, my back arching off the bed in ecstasy.
He withdraws and slams into me repeatedly, and this time I begin to lose my sight. Spots play around my eyes as I hang onto him for dear life.
I swear, he is a machine. No need for breaks.
Unintelligible sounds escape from my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him and urging him on. Pushing him deeper each time he thrusts.
I hear him grunt out and it's clear he is losing control too. His strokes become shorter and harder, bringing both of us closer to the edge.
We release at the same time, with me arching off the bed and both of us screaming out in pure unadulterated pleasure, before we collapse. Me on the bed and him on me.
I'm vaguely aware of the sounds of our heartbeat, running a sprint in our chests and moving in tandem.
"Are you still annoyed about the trip?" he asks quietly as we catch our breath.
"Do I have a right to be?" I return.
"Eliza."
"Can we not talk about this? You have already made your decision. Stop asking me like I have a choice," I tell him before pulling away and off the bed to head to the kitchen.
I am.gulping down a glass of water when he comes up beside me.
"You know why I want you there with me" he whispers as his hands snake around my waist.
"Because I am a damn good PA?" I reply.
"Yes, among many other things. Don't be coy, Liza, you know you can't do without me. You are just as addicted to me as I am to you."
That… is unfortunately true.
Addicted.
Not love.
It can never be love.
Still lost in thought I don't notice Whn his hands sneak into my heat, only coming back to reality when he already has a finger in it.
"Lincoln…" I pant.
"Shh, just take it," he whispers as he begins pumping in and out of me, increasing th4 tempo until my whole body is pressed against him for friction and my head is thrown back in wild abandonment.
All thoughts of annoyance or melancholy forgotten.
He repeats a pattern, bringing me to edge with a fast tempo before slowing doesn't again, leaving me flustered and on edge.
"Please, places stop," I beg.
"Why? You clearly like it," he says, eyeing the way I was leaking.
"You are being a tease," I answer.
"No, I am not."
"Yes, you are."
Pulling away from him I push him flat to the ground before getting in between him, I get on my knees and push him on his back, settling myself on top of him and with each thigh at his sides.
"I think it is my turn now. Hope you don't mind?" I ask with a coy look.
"No, please go ahead."
I lift myself up and position his cock directly in front of my entrance and with my eyes glued on his, I drop.
My toes curl at the sensation that ripples through me. Head thrown back and my arched upwards, I rise and drop. Over and over again. Each time gaining speed and losing focus and grip.
His hands grip my waist, controlling my movements and speed but even then, it is only a matter of time before we are hurtled into space.
My head is on his shoulders when I come down from the stars. I become aware of his hands slowly reducing their strength and his breath becoming steady
Maybe this trip won't be so bad.