Chapter Forty Six

Raleigh

Lincoln doesn’t move, his entire body rigid, the painful ache between my legs slowly beginning to ease as a new kind of ache begins to take its place. Shifting my hips, I begin to slowly rock against him, pulling a groan from his lips as his fingers tighten at my hips, trying to hold me still. “Don’t move, it will only make it hurt more,” he breathes against my skin. I can hear the strain in his voice as he holds himself back, not wanting to hurt me anymore than he already has.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, my voice coming out raspy. I begin rocking against him, his cock moving inside of me at the movement, the friction pulling a gasp from my lips. “I’m okay.”
Pulling back, his eyes, full of regret, take me in, “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
A smile forms on my lips as I take in the sight of this man who is way too good to me. Cupping his cheek, I bring my lips to his. He hesitates at first, but when I slip my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss and moving my arms until they are wrapped around him, are bodies flush as I rock against him, showing him that I’m sure.
Slowly, he begins to meet my thrusts with his own, finally giving in.
“Perfect,” Lincoln groans, pulling out all the way before slowly pushing his way back inside of me, a guttural groan falling from his lips, his eyes hooded as picks up his pace.
“Is this okay?” He asks, but the words barely register, my attention trained on his abs as they flex with every shift of his hips, the sweat that glistens on his skin and trails down the plains of his cut stomach. “What do you need, Baby girl?”
Pinching my nipples and rolling my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust. “More,” I say breathlessly, not knowing what I need exactly, just knowing that it’s *more*.
“I’ve got you, Baby girl,” Lincoln says as he reaches out, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing circles against my hard nub. “It’s okay to let go and give me your pleasure”
“Yes,” I gasp, as Lincoln leans over me, his mouth finding my neck and nipping, licking and sucking, no doubt leaving a mark but at the moment, I could care less. Slowly, he moves down my body until he reaches my breasts, pulling one beaded nipple into his mouth as I continue to play with the other.
With a groan, he sits up, spreading my legs wider, his eyes locked on where we’re joined as he pulls out and sinks back inside of me, “I love this pussy,” he says, more to himself than to me. When his gaze flicks up to me, I’m biting my lip, my chest heaving as my orgasm begins to build. “You are so fucking perfect, Baby girl.”
Sliding his hands beneath my ass, he lifts my lower half up off of the bed as he thrust harder, faster, deeper.
So much fucking deeper that I gasp, “Oh, God, Lincoln,” as I writhe against the sheets, my nails digging into Lincoln’s biceps as he pounds into me, my eyes rolling back, my pleasure hitting heights that I didn’t even know were possible.
“That’s it, Baby girl,” Lincoln praises as he pulls out, swirls his hips and sinks back in. “Fuck,” he says, groaning. Leaning over me, nearly folding me in half, his cock sinking in even deeper, and I didn’t know that was even possible, I thought he was already as deep as he could possibly go, as he crashes his mouth to mine, biting on my lower lip before licking along my jaw towards my ear. “Your pussy feels so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan as my body begins to shake as my orgasm hits hard and fast. “Oh, God! Yes!”
“That’s it, Baby girl, milk me—cum all over my cock,” Lincoln continues to pound into my pussy, his fingers digging into my hips, leveraging himself to go as hard and deep as possible as he chases his own release. Just a few more thrusts and he stills, his eyes pinching as he growls, “fuck, yes, Baby girl, fuuuucccckkkkk!” before collapsing on top of me, holding himself up on his elbows as he buries one hand into my hair, the other cupping my face as he lowers his mouth to mine with a kiss that causes me to rock against him, his softening cock shifting inside of me with the motion.
When he breaks the kiss, Lincoln runs his nose along mine, his eyes staring into my own when he says, “I love you, Raleigh.”
A smile breaks out on my face as I bring my hands up, copying Lincoln as I cradle his cheek with one and burying the other in the hair at the back of his head as I stair him dead in the eyes as I say, “And I love you, too.”
After a moment, Lincoln smirks, then throws me a wink, before rolling off of me. Getting up from the bed, he slips from the room and the fear from before creeps in that maybe he was just after sex, and now that he’s got what he wanted, he’s going to leave me, but as soon as the thought enters my mind, I shove it away.
*He loves me, I have to let go of the fear that he’s going to hurt me. He’s not like other guys,* as if to prove my thoughts correct, a moment later Lincoln returns carrying a washcloth in one hand. When he reaches me on the bed, he gently parts my thighs and brings the cloth to my pussy, the warm cloth hitting the tender flesh and a stinging sensation causes me to tense, a hiss falling from my lips with the action.
“Sorry,” he says, guilt creeping into his gaze once more. “I was too rough, wasn’t I? Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Pulling the cloth from between my legs, Lincoln backs away from me, his hands going to his head to fist his hair as he begins to beat himself up, pacing back and forth across the room. “I got caught up in how fucking good you felt and didn’t fucking think!”
“Lincoln,” I call out his name, climbing from the bed and closing the distance between us. I grasp hold of his hands and bring them to my chest as I try to get him to look at me. “Look at me, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I’m just a little sensitive since it was my first time. You were the perfect lover,” I tell him, trying to help him see the truth in my words.
“No, I hurt you,” Lincoln says, shaking his head, unwilling to look at me.
“Damnit, Lincoln!” I growl, tears forming in my eyes as I grow frustrated. “Please listen to me,” I bring his hands to my mouth, placing a kiss on his knuckles as a tear slips from my eyes, landing against his fingers. He looks at me, anguish written all over his features when he sees my tears.
He pulls his hand from my grasp and cups my cheek, his thumb wiping the moisture from my cheek and then beneath my eye.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his entire demeanor begging me to forgive him.
“There is nothing to forgive. It was perfect, *you* were perfect.” Pushing up onto my toes, I cup his face with both of my hands and force his attention to me as I say, “You didn’t hurt me, I promise you.” Feeling shy all of a sudden, my cheeks heat as I remember begging him for more. Looking up at him from beneath my lashes, I murmur, “It was amazing.”
“You mean it?” he asks his words a near whisper that I wouldn’t have heard if I weren’t standing right in front of him.
“I would tell you if you hurt me. You didn’t I swear.” Taking me in for several tense seconds, Lincoln finally nods, a breath whooshing out of him that has all of the tension leaving his body with it. Twining his hand with mine, he leads me back over to the bed and lying down, he pulls me down and into his body, wrapping his arms around me as he nuzzles into my neck and places delicate kisses against my barred shoulder.
“I love you,” he murmurs after a few moments of silence. “And I’m sorry for freaking out. I’ve been so scared of—”
“You were scared?” I ask, surprised by his admission.
“Fucking terrified,” he admits, tightening his hold on me.
“I had no idea,” I murmur, wondering if that’s why he kept asking to make sure that *I* was sure.
Placing a kiss against my crown, he continues, “I’ve never been with a—umm, someone who hasn’t had sex before and I was scared that I would hurt you…and then when you—”
Shifting, I move to cover his mouth with my own, shutting him up in the process, not wanting him to go down that \whole again. “I’m glad that I waited for you but God, I had no idea of what I was missing out on,” I say as my clit begins to ache at the memory of just how *good* sex with Lincoln had been.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a long stroke. With a groan, he places his hand over mine, holding it in place as he says, “You need to give yourself some time to recover before we go again.”
With a frustrated grunt, I give him one more pump before letting go.
“Oh, shit!” I say with a gasp when I see what time it is. “I gotta get home or my brothers are going to kill me.”
“Not yet,” Lincoln says, pulling me into him once more and kissing me until we’re both breathless and writhing against each other, desperate for more.
“Okay,” I say, pulling away. “I really need to go.”
Reluctantly, I climb from the bed. Looking around for my clothes, I can feel his eyes on me as I find them and quickly pull them on. When I turn around, fully dressed, I find him watching me from his reclined position in his bed, his eyes full of hunger as his hand strokes his cock.
“I really wish I didn’t have to go,” I murmur, my eyes locked on the motion of his hand working his shaft, my mouth watering at the sight.
“I wish you could stay, too. I want to make you cum…” he says, stopping long enough for a groan to fall from his lips as his speed picks up. “All night long.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask as I climb up onto the bed, hand curling around his shaft and helping him to find his release. “At the game,” I elaborate at his questioning look.
“Yes,” he says with a groan, his hips bucking as I tighten my grip on him, my thumb swiping over the precum leaking from his tip.
Lincoln's fingers find my breasts, pinching at my nipples as his other hand leaves his cock to dive into my pants, past my panties, and between my folds.
“Fuck,” he curses when he finds how wet I already am. A gasp falls from my lips when he thrusts two fingers inside of me, his thumb working my clit. Climbing over him, I straddle his thighs and lean forward to kiss him as we continue to stroke one another, his hips rocking into my palm as he grows closer to his release. “Fuck, I love you. I can’t get enough of you, or this sweet little pussy,” he growls as he slips a third finger inside of me.
Just a few more strokes and we’re both moaning out our release. As we separate, I bite my bottom lip, a chuckle breaking free as I think about how happy he makes me.
“I love you,” I tell him, leaning down to give him one more quick kiss. Before things can get heated all over again, I climb off of him, rushing across the room and out the door, his own laughter following me as I hurry down the stairs and out the door.
Throwing myself into the seat of my car, I pull the door shut, crank the engine, and back out of Lincoln’s driveway.
As I turn left, pulling out onto the highway, the moon already high in the sky, I smile to myself, my fingers moving to my lips, memories of this evening on replay in my mind.
A car comes up fast behind me, its headlights blinding in my side and rear view mirrors. “Fucking dick!” I curse as I flick my rearview mirror up and then adjust the side mirrors, so the bright lights aren’t shining in my eyes. A moment later, they move over into the other lane to pass me. “Thank you!” I mutter just as something crashes into me. “What the fuck?” I hold the wheel tight, trying to not go off the road as I look over at the car, a black SUV, just as it slams into me once more.
“Fuck!” I shout as my car goes off of the road, rolling.
“Ugh…” I groan, putting my hand to my head, the pain excruciating as I attempt to peel my eyes open, trying to figure out what happened and where I am. When my eyes finally clear, panic sets in as I find myself hanging upside down in my car, windshield smashed.
The sound of footsteps breaks through the thundering in my ears, “Help!” I shout, trying to get the seatbelt mechanism to release. “Please, help me. I’m stuck.”
Shoes appear next to my window, the sound of knees popping and the person squats down to peer inside. But my blood runs cold when I see a black mask covering their face seconds before something smacks me in the head and everything goes black.