Talkin' Trash
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I was not changing in the middle of his living room.
No way.
It’d be my luck that his parents would walk through the door and see me in all my naked glory.
I hurried back to the bedroom with my newly acquired clothes, stopping when the panties he got me fell out of my hands and landed on the floor right outside his door.
I took a step forward, and I felt the floorboards creak and froze.
A creaking floorboard.
A. Creaking. Floorboard.
Had Linc seen me masturbate? Heard me call his name out in the throes of passion?
Oh dear, sweet baby Jesus.
He had. Instinctively, I just knew that he had.
Yet he hadn’t mentioned it.
But that’d been what was wrong with his dick earlier when I’d first seen the paper.
He’d seen me, and I’d made him hard.
I, Conleigh Reins, had made Linc James hard. Again.
Score!
Throwing the clothes onto the bed and checking that the door to the bathroom was indeed shut, I stripped off my clothes and reached for the first thing that he’d gotten me. The cutest pair of panties in the world. They were a bright neon green with purple stars all over them. Seriously, I’d have picked the same thing out myself. And, on top of picking them out himself, he’d laundered them. I dropped them on the bed and reached for the bra.
Unfortunately, in my haste, what I forgot to do was check to see if the shower was still running.
In my rush to change, I didn’t notice that I wasn’t hearing anything coming from the bathroom.
Nothing but a rhythmic sound coming from somewhere in his room but I had no clue as to what it was.
I’d just bent over the bed to grab the bra that matched the panties when I heard a grunt.
I straightened and whirled, just now realizing that the closet that I’d closed earlier in my search for clothes was now open, and a very tall, muscular form was standing inside.
Oh, and he just came in his hand and was staring at me like I was a tall drink of water that he wanted to gulp right up.
Both of us stared at each other for long seconds as we tried to decide what we should do.
He was the first to break, despite his precarious position.
“I need a towel,” he rumbled.
I didn’t want to get him a towel. I wanted to gather his release that was pooling in his hand, lubricate his shaft with it, and slide that fat cock of his into my depths.
I swallowed hard.
“Linc,” I breathed. “If you don’t want this, you need to get away from me. You need to go into that bathroom. You need to take a shower, and you need to never speak of this again. Because I can’t handle having this shit stopped a second time. I…want you.”
And then, before my eyes, Linc did exactly as I’d imagined him doing just a few short moments ago. Though I didn’t use my hand to do it, he used his.
He fisted his cock in the hand that was coated in his cum and started to stroke that beast which hadn’t deflated a single bit.
I felt everything inside of me clench as he walked—no, stalked—toward me.
Muscles rippled. Tendons bunched and released. His breathing picked up.
And…so did mine.
Everything felt like it was on the verge of something huge. Something monumental. Something that I’d never, not ever, recover from.
And when he finally reached me, he took both hands, one still covered in his release, and picked me up by my ass.
Then, before I could so much as draw in a surprised breath, he lined his cock up with my entrance.
Before I could tell him to go slow, to tell him that I’d never done this before, he lined that beautiful, goddamn monster cock of his up with my center and rammed it home.
No build up. No checking to see if I was ready—though I was. Just slam and bam, I was filled.
It was the most miraculous thing I’d ever felt in my life.
It didn’t matter that I was a virgin, because I wasn’t a nun. I masturbated. I used my vibrator that was a fairly hefty size almost nightly—all of those times that I masturbated I thought of Linc.
I wasn’t new to having things inside of me—well, kind of.
I was new to having something that felt so incredibly good inside of me.
God, it was the best feeling in the world.
I couldn’t even begin to describe what it felt like.
Perfection. Rightness. Utter and total devotion to the man that was currently holding so still inside of me that I might’ve feared he was passed out had he not been standing and holding me aloft.
My mouth found his in a frantic kiss, and he returned the kiss with just as much urgency as my own.
I moaned into his mouth when he started to lift me up, hands still on my ass, and he caught that moan with his tongue.
“Everything that I ever fuckin’ imagined,” he growled, nipping my bottom lip.
It was more. He was more.
“Oh, shit,” he growled, continuing to fuck me in slow, measured thrusts. “I just came, and I’m already a few seconds from going again.”
I didn’t want him to do that.
Not yet, anyway.
I wanted this to last forever.
“No,” I breathed, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips. “You have to go slow so I can enjoy my first time.”
Everything about Linc stilled.
I’d never once seen him so still before.
Chancing a look up at his eyes, I saw a riot of emotions there, playing over his face.
Surprise, anger, need. They all coalesced until one emotion reigned supreme.
Possessiveness. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Conleigh, but I’m going to thank every god there ever was that you were put in my path.”
Then he pulled out so freakin’ slow that I felt like he was pulling my soul out right along with his cock, and pushed just as slowly back inside. Over and over again, he took me like that, using the strength in his arms to lift me up and down off his shaft, and the strength in his legs to hold us up.
Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into who knew how long.
But by the time that I couldn’t take it anymore and was ready to come, I knew that I’d never be able to top this experience for the rest of my life.
“So close,” I breathed. “So freakin’ close.”
Had I not already masturbated earlier, I would’ve come right along with him earlier. Luckily, I did, because this particular activity had been the best thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
Both of us were moving fast, me using the strength in my thighs to bounce up and down on his cock, and him using his hands to lift me up only to slam me back down.
All the while, our eyes stayed locked on each other.
Our breaths were intermingled, him drawing mine straight from my lungs because we were so close.
“I’ve wanted this for so fuckin’ long,” he breathed, his voice choppy.
My hands moved on his shoulders, and one snaked up the back of his neck to latch onto his hair.
He hissed when I pulled, his eyes dilating.
“You like it rough, honey?” he questioned.
Did I like it rough? I had no idea. Would I take whatever Linc wanted to dish out to me? Hell yeah.
“I’ll take anything you want to give,” I answered, so sure of the outcome that I’d give him anything he wanted.
Linc would never hurt me. Linc would die before he misplaced one tiny hair on my head.
So, no, I wasn’t worried about what he wanted to do to me, or how I would respond to it. As long as it was Linc doing it? Yeah, I was down.
He could tell me he wanted to do butt stuff right now, and I’d be like “sir, yes, sir!”
His mouth dropped to my neck on a particularly rough thrust, and something started to change inside of me. Things coiled that were usually loose. My nerve endings started to light up.
And then my orgasm ripped through me.
There was no buildup. None of the usual signals that I was about to come.
It was just one second, I was feeling really, really good and the next I was coming so hard that a scream was ripped from my throat.
I honestly didn’t think I’d be a screamer. I was usually a very quiet person.
But apparently, I wasn’t a quiet person when Linc had his fat cock stuffed inside of me.
And. He. Loved. It.
“God, I love that you scream for me,” he said through clenched teeth. “And Jesus Christ, your pussy is clamping down so hard on my cock that I can barely get back inside.”