“So I just lick it?” I stare at the cock in my hand, doubtful. It twitches under the weight of my inspection. “Like a lollipop?”
Lincoln groans, head tipping back toward the ceiling, and buries his face in his hands. I wait, his pulse thudding in his cock against my thumb, but he doesn’t come out again. “Lincoln?”
“Yeah.” Abruptly he’s back, dropping his hands and leaning forward. His pupils are blown wide, those eyes barely ringed in gray, and I shiver as he rakes his gaze over me, hungry and possessive. Like he could singe my clothes off with his eyes alone. “Yeah, you lick it. Or suck it. Do whatever you want to it, sweetheart. Bite it off if that’s what you feel like doing, just—put your mouth on me.”
With a laugh trapped in my throat, I lean forward, floorboards creaking. This close to Lincoln’s bare skin, I recognize the scent of his soap from the shower. He smells spicy and clean. So freaking good.
The first lick is salty. I lap at the head of his cock, at the moisture beading at the slit, and I’m not sure if I like it at first—until Lincoln lets out a broken groan. Then heat ripples through my veins, and god, okay, I definitely like it. I lick his cock again. Circle the tip with my tongue.
“That’s it.” My roommate hisses, scowling down at me from above. One hand wraps around my ponytail, and though he doesn’t try to move me, the hold is so possessive that I forget how to breathe. “Yeah, lick it. Just like that, Jenny. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
Oh my god.
If he said that to me in a normal situation, I’d punch him on the shoulder. But right now, with the heavy weight of his cock resting on my tongue? I moan loudly, sucking the broad head of his cock past my lips.
The sofa creaks as his hips twitch. He’s holding back, trying not to fuck my mouth, squeezing my hair but not pulling me around, and a tendon stands out in Lincoln’s throat from the effort.
I inhale sharply, then take him deeper. Bob my lips up and down along his shaft.
And I’ve never worn bright red lipstick before, but I might need to buy one. It would be worth it, to paint his cock in my shade. Like leaving a signature: Jenny was here.
My mouth pulls off with a pop, a string of spit hanging between my lips and his cock, and it’s so freaking obscene that I flush crimson. Embarrassment crawls up my neck, and I’m frozen, horrified, but Lincoln grunts and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, spreading the wetness around.
“God. You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
My horror melts away, and I hum. Basking in his praise.
His thumb nudges past my lips and I suck him deeper, all the way to the second knuckle, cheeks hollowing and eyes fluttering closed. Lincoln curses somewhere above me, but the sounds are hazy. I’m floating. Dreamy.
“You want to keep going?” Lincoln rasps.
I nod and release his thumb, then, with my eyes still closed, open my lips and wait for the touch of his cock.
That’s how it goes. It’s lazy and decadent; it’s heated and hungry. I’m not sure what I expected from a blow job, exactly, but though I wanted to give one, I didn’t think I’d enjoy it so much.
But every time Lincoln groans, pleasure shudders through me in reply. Every time his breath hitches, a pulse thuds heavier between my thighs. With every lick of my tongue, every shameless slurp, I get wetter too, and needier, until I’m shifting against the cushion and whimpering against Lincoln’s cock.
When he starts guiding me by my hair, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
When he mutters filthy praise, my toes curl in my fuzzy socks.
And when he finally stiffens, tapping me on the shoulder and warning, “Jenny,” I don’t sit back. Whole armies couldn’t drag me away.
I hum as salty wetness spills over my tongue. I swallow him down, spurt after spurt, and maybe it’s shameless but I don’t care.
I want all of him. I want him imprinted on my skin, and coating my insides.
“Fuck.” Lincoln collapses against the back of the sofa, his stomach muscles twitching. He’s still holding my ponytail with one hand, the other cradling my jaw.
Lincoln stares over my shoulder at the wall, expression bleak. “You’re going to ruin me, Jenny. You could destroy me with a flick of your hand.”
Well, I won’t, then.
Seems simple to me.
I kiss his thigh through the denim, and then I’m lifted into the air. Cradled on my roommate’s lap.
“I’m not posting that ad.”