Page 53 of Whistleblower
“Any word you want to call uncle. I’m not going to hurt you, but I will push your boundaries if you want me to. You need a safe word so you know, no matter what, you’re the one who’s truly in control.”
“You pick one.”
“No,” he says, rubbing my back, squeezing my ass, and eventually wrapping his hand around my waist, toying with my pants button. “You need to choose.” My breathing becomes shallow as the anticipation builds.
Here, Eden?
I don’t fucking care. I want him so bad. Let him take me in a public bathroom. Nothing else matters at the moment.
“Martini,” I mutter. “Let’s use martini.”
Linc slips his hand into my pants and strokes along the cotton of my panties. Now I wish I would’ve put more thought into my undergarments but I did not even consider the possibility of Linc seeing my panties this evening.
“No, that’s too generic. We could easily be talking about drinks. You need a word you’d never say in conversation.”
“I don’t…” My words escape me as I just try to focus on breathing. Linc’s slow torture of my most sensitive spot is making me lose focus. I feel the cotton between my legs dampening fast, and if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come from the foreplay.
“Hurry up, Eden. Choose. You’re so wet… I want to taste you.”
A word… I need a word. A word I’d never take lightly. A word I’d be reluctant to say out loud.
“Whistleblower.”
I feel him smile on my neck. “Good girl. Whistleblower it is.”
He pulls down my pants and pushes up my shirt. I feel his breath on my back as he slowly slides down my body, yanking down my panties like he’s angry at them for being in his way. He helps me step out of my pants and underwear and must have thrown them somewhere because I hear a sudden clank—the metal button of my pants hitting the wall. He kneels behind me and after an appreciative groan, he sinks his teeth into my bare ass cheek. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but just enough pressure to make me yelp in surprise.
My outburst is met with a firm swat to my ass. I melt, I mewl. Linc knows exactly what I want. “Be quiet, Eden,” he growls. “You’re going to have to take this all very quietly, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Tell me when you’re about to come,” he says as he pushes my thighs further apart so I’m standing with my legs spread. Then he attacks me with his tongue. I’m in a hedonic haze, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his wet tongue teasing my clit, but Linc’s not satisfied. He pushes my hips upward and spreads my legs wider until I’m exposed enough for him to slide his tongue across every fold. Holy shit. I allow my tears to fall because they aren’t from sadness or fear… They are from sinful, delicious fucking pleasure.
Linc suddenly grabs my hips firmly, holding me tightly in place. For a moment, I think he’s going to smack my ass again, but then…
“Ah, fuck, Linc,” I cry as he plunges into me with his tongue. Over and over until I have to bite back my pleads. I don’t even know what I’d beg for. More. Faster. Wait. Harder. I close my eyes as if the darkness can silence my thoughts.
I’d keel over if he wasn’t holding me securely in place. He devours me without hesitation, eating me like he’s hungry, and I’m his very last meal. Toggling from gentle flicks of his tongue against my clit and long lapping strokes across my crease and over my ass, Linc owns me with his mouth. My arousal, or his saliva, or maybe the two combined, drips down the back of my thigh as a swirl of pressure builds between my hips. Oh, sweet memories. It’s been so long since a man’s given me an orgasm. Then again…no man has ever touched me like Linc is right now. I could black out from the satisfaction. It could all end here, like this, and I’d call my life well-lived.
I try to follow instructions and murmur as audibly as I can, “Linc, I’m getting close. I…” I flex my quads. “Right now, I’m going to—”
I groan when he shoves his wet pinky into my ass. The unexpected intrusion makes me completely explode. I thrash against his grip and can’t swallow my cries as I come harder than I ever have before. I’m blinded and deafened by the euphoric sensation. I can’t help it if they can hear me up in space, I’m completely overcome—out of control. I have never, ever known pure pleasure like this.
Linc tenderly traces his fingers over my ass cheeks and down my thighs, waiting for my legs to stop shaking. I enjoy the sweet ticklish sensation of his fingertips so much that I take my time before rising.
I spin around and hook my hands underneath Linc’s elbows as if I could help pull up his weight. He’s been squatting for so long, I bet his legs are numb. “Were you uncomfortable?” I ask with a swoony smile. My eyes lift to meet his as he stands.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I could die down there, a happy man. Your pussy is perfection.” He licks his lips, tasting my orgasm, with an aching look in his eyes that seems to say, “Brace yourself. We’re not even close to done.”
“No one has ever done that for me before,” I admit.
“Licked your pus—”
“No, the other thing.” I hold up my pinky.
“You told me to have my way with you.” He smirks, a sexy flicker dancing in his eyes. “Did you like it?”
I’d always been curious, but I tried anal sex once in the past and it hurt. He was barely nudged against me before the searing pain took over. I had to forfeit before we even really began. My jerk of a boyfriend at the time made me feel terrible about not having a high enough pain tolerance…but he never offered to start with a pinky. Linc knew how much I could handle at exactly the right moment. I asked him to take control, and he executed perfectly. A real fucking man.