“Shit, I could do this all day every day,” he grunted.
“I want that,” I said.
I began to work my hips, riding him in tune to his thrusts. We rocked together, his strong hands squeezing my tits and roaming along my hips, his big hard cock deep inside me.
Our lips pushed together, tongues working each other, as he continued to fuck me like that. I could feel it then, building inside my clit again, radiating out through my body. The orgasm began to build and roll, and I went with it. I went with the flow of him, riding him to our own beat.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he grunted.
“Oh shit. I am. I’m so close.”
“Come on my fat dick, Brie. Come for me.”
I buried my face in his neck and grabbed onto his hair again. “Lincoln,” I gasped.
And I came. It rolled through me, more powerful than the first time, as he continued to work my body. He thrust hard and fast, working me deep, and I moaned low and loud. It was an animal thing, the desperate and powerful orgasm that overtook my body, causing me to shake. I almost wanted to climb off him, the pleasure nearly overwhelming, but his strong hands held me in place as he kept fucking me, and it overloaded me with pleasure.
“Shit, that fucking face you make,” he grunted. “I’m so close.”
I came to, back to myself, and began to work my hips.
“Come in me, Lincoln. Come in my little pussy,” I moaned in his ear.
“Fuck, I want to fill you,” he groaned. I felt his hands grasp my hips hard as he kept thrusting, his whole body stiff.
I knew he was coming, knew his cock was shooting deep into me, stopped by the condom. I rode him, wanting every drop.
“Fuck, Brie,” he said again as his orgasm passed.
His thrusts slowed and then stopped, and I couldn’t help but giggle. I lay on top of him, our sweating body pressed against each other, catching my breath.
“That was—” I said.
“Amazing,” he finished.
“Yeah.” I kissed his neck and breathed his smell.
His hands moved to my ass and he held me there.
“That’s what I want,” I said.
“I want it too. I want it every single day for as long as I can fuck.”
I laughed. “What about after?”
“There won’t be an after. I’ll always be able to fuck.”
He grinned at me and I kissed his lips.
“No more pretending,” I said.
“I want this.”
“I want this too.”
He looked at me for a second and then pulled my face back against his and kissed me deep.
I knew it was there. What I felt for him had always been there, hidden away, deep in every inch of me. At first, it was too much, too blinding.
But I wasn’t denying it anymore. I wasn’t hiding it. I was his and I couldn’t help it. Nothing we said or did would change that fact.
I was embracing it. I was relaxing and going with the flow.
It was love. That’s what he called it.
I either went with it or I drowned.
I’d always go with Lincoln.
Chapter 21
Lincoln
When I told Jess that I wasn’t feeling well and was going to skip afternoon PT, she didn’t complain. Nobody seemed to mind. Tracey laughed and said not to make it a habit.
Brie and I didn’t get out of bed once after that. We alternated between watching Netflix and talking and intense, sweaty sex.
And I could have stayed in that bed for years. I could have lay there next to her and done nothing but eat and fuck and watch TV because she made me feel more together than I had ever felt before.
Even falling from a building, the cool air whipping through my hair, didn’t stand up to how I felt around Brie. It was like something had broken in me years earlier, and that something was suddenly put back together. I was my best version around her.
I felt whole. No more pretending. I didn’t need to say it out loud, not yet at least. She knew that I was deeply fucking in love with her.
But then the sun began to rise and we hadn’t slept a wink. I didn’t want to risk falling asleep, not when we had so recently decided we weren’t stopping ourselves anymore.
I sighed and stretched as the next episode of Friends began to play automatically.
I hated Friends. But she seemed to like it, and that was good enough for me.
“I need to get up,” I grumbled.
She looked at me with those beautiful, wide eyes. “Why?”
“I have something to do.”
“Skip it. Forget about PT. You can go tomorrow.”
I laughed. “I respect your dedication.”
She snuggled against me and kissed my bare chest. “My dedication to your dick.”
I grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.”