Page 79 of Whistleblower
“I’m sorry, Linc. I told you… Just let me uncuff you. You must be so uncomfortable.”
I reach for the keys on the nightstand but he growls at me, “Stop. Don’t you dare touch those,” he hisses before softening his tone. “Come here, kiss me.”
He can’t hold me, so he sucks hard on my lips, trying to keep me close. He kisses me deeply like he hasn’t given up. Linc’s stubborn and determined…and apparently he meant what he said that it’s not over until it’s over. Maybe he knows this is my Kryptonite. This is why Linc is tied up and I’m free as a bird. He knew what would motivate me more. Pleasing him.
“Give me your fingers,” he says before opening his mouth. I pop my pointer and middle finger into his mouth and he coats them with his tongue. “Relax, sweet girl. Touch yourself.”
Rising onto my knees, with his erection still lodged inside me, I drag my wet fingers across my most sensitive button. At first, I’m cringing because it feels forced. I feel too on display, but Linc starts manipulating me with his words. He tells me everything I’ve been longing to hear for years. He says he’s wanted me from the first moment he laid eyes on me. That he’s completely under my spell. He tells me he’s enraptured by my body, but humbled by my heart. Who knew Linc was holding on to so many beautiful, intimate words?
All his smooth talking begins to work. I like the praise, I like the attention, I love how powerful I feel from him wanting me. Worshiping me. Needing to please me. Refusing to give up.
I start to lose my breath as I get worked up again.
“Lean back, baby, hold my knees,” Linc commands. “Now just grind on it. Don’t wear yourself out.” He runs the entire operation like a coach, as if he knows my body better than I do. I rock on top of him instead of bouncing around, and it’s far more comfortable.
“Is this good for you?”
“It’s perfect, but don’t worry about me. Find that spot you like.”
I almost ask him what he means until I lean a little further back and he nudges me there. A tender spot that feels like lightning striking inside of me. I whimper when he nudges against it again and again making my legs tremble. It’s an addicting sensation, one I’ve never felt before. It’s so fucking powerful that I lose all my goddamn sense and begin grinding on Linc like I have no manners, mewling like an animal in heat.
He continues to coax me , his sweet nothings morphing into dirty talk. What dried up is flooding now as my orgasm brews from the deepest chasms of my body. The pressure swells from a place I didn’t know existed in me as I writhe on top of him, shamelessly.
“Linc, it’s so good. You feel so good. I’m going to—”
“Not yet,” he says.
“I can’t help it.”
“Not yet,” he growls this time. “I’ll tell you when. Unless of course, you want to use the safe word?”
“No.” But I feel myself losing control, so I try to pull off of his dick.
“Don’t you dare climb off,” Linc says with authority. “Breathe, baby. Like I showed you in the elevator.” I sit back down, feeling his full length again. I inhale deeply, stretching my diaphragm, giving my breath some room. “That’s my good girl. Slow it down. I’m not like the ones before.” His jaw clenches like the thought of me with another man is repulsive to him. “I’m patient.”
I barely rock my hips, letting my almost orgasm simmer, enjoying the blissful ups and downs of pleasure. I dove into the ocean, and what I found were still, peaceful waters.
It’s not too long before another orgasm builds in a slow crescendo. It’s sneaky. It subtly lulled me to the point I didn’t even realize my toes were curling so hard that they could snap off. “Oh my God, Linc—”
“There it is,” he says, a satisfied smile on his face. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Give me those lips.” He lifts his head hungrily.
I lean forward to put my lips on his.
“Now ask me for what you want, Eden,” he murmurs into my mouth.
“I want…” I have to inhale again to prevent my implosion. “I want… Please tell me I can come, Linc.”
The satisfaction on his face is everything I need. “Good girl. Come hard for me.”
I close my eyes right before I implode. I scream at the eruption that’s so deep and debilitating that my legs go numb and my vision blurs. I fall forward, barely catching myself against Linc’s chest as I tremble from the aftershocks of pleasure. This feeling is so all-encompassing, it makes me feel like I’ve never really come before in my life, until tonight.
I’m instantly worn. I could yank a blanket over myself right now with Linc still nestled in me and rest for the evening, but the sound of clanking metal reminds me Linc is still chained up. Willing my heavy body to move, I grab the keys and fumble with the cuff locks. Even my hands are weak. The shockwave that ripped through me stripped me of my energy.
The minute Linc’s hands are free he scoops me up and flips me on the bed. He’s not done. Unclasping my bra, he sucks on my tender nipples, grazing them with his teeth. I have the urge to arch my back, but I’m still too tired.
“I don’t think I can come again,” I murmur.
“Hush,” he growls. “This part is for me.” He positions himself, spreading apart my thighs. I gasp when he pummels into me. “Drove me fucking crazy how I couldn’t touch you.” His voice is gravelly and breathy. He grips my breasts hard, using them as handles as he ruts into me like a madman. My swollen walls grip him like they’re holding on for dear life.