Chapter Sixty Seven

Chapter Sixty Seven
Lincoln

Elliot gasps loudly, clutching my head as I had him pinned down fully naked beneath me. With one hand on his lower abdomen and the other holding his thigh wide open, I continue to shove my tongue deep in his taint. I was kneeling on the bed with half his body bent upwards where I could attack his sweet hole with my mouth, eating him out as he withered and moaned uncontrollably under me. He pulls my hair as his cock twitches with precum and his walls tighten against my tongue that was lathering every drop of his slick that he produced.

“P-Please…Lin…” He moans lowly as his body flushes with pleasure.

But I wasn’t stopping. I meant what I was going to do. I was going to find all the ways to pleasure this beautiful body of his and treasure it with everything I had within me for the rest of my life. He was mine, always has been and always will be. I wasn’t going to stop until he came for the third time. The first one was playing with his prostate with my fingers until he couldn’t handle anymore. The second I went down on him and sucked him until he came in the back of my throat. He complained at first not allowing him to do the same, but I wasn’t worried about me right now. I could have pleasure from being inside him and it pleases me to see him completely come undone from what I could do.

“Wait… hold on, Lin, I’m going to…ngh!” He suddenly lurches up and spurts everywhere as I finally hit that one special spot, digging my tongue as far as it will go.

He turns to jelly in a matter of seconds, breathing heavily as his eyes were halfway closed. He looked absolutely gorgeous and ethereal with his skin flushed pink and sweaty like that. I knew it was time because if I didn’t do it now he was going to end up falling asleep on me. While he was still quite blissfully out of it from his orgasm I get in between his legs and sink myself deep into his flesh. I groan deeply as he was still so tight even after all that foreplay, his hot walls squeezing me just right.

“Fuck, Lin, you feel so good.” He whimpers as he opens wider, giving me all the access I wanted.

Buried deep inside him, twitching against his womb I kiss him deeply. Wrapping his arms around my neck he pulls me closer digging his heels into my glutes pushing me in even further. I nearly came undone myself just from that simple act, but I was able to hold myself back.

“Lin, I want it, please.” He begs once again.

And this time I couldn’t deny him. I got what I wanted so I finally release the pent up pheromones I held inside. The relief of it felt amazing as his skin soaked it all in. His body shivered against me, and I could feel his pores sing in euphoria. I couldn’t stop the stupid grin on my face. Slowly pulling out he moans but pushing back in he gasps as I pound a little harder than he thought I would. And that was the start of our mad love making. We weren’t quiet about it either. With each thrust, each pound, each shiver of our bodies from the pleasure I made sure we weren’t quiet at all. Let the whole house hear us, hell the whole neighborhood. I wanted every single person to know that he was all mine and no one else’s.

I took him in every position possible. I didn’t stop even when I made him orgasm two more times. I had him on his hands and knees, sideways, against the wall, the dresser where I made sure he could watch me fuck him in the mirror, sitting down riding me and holding him up in my arms as I stood. I wanted it all. I knew we had the time to do any of the positions later in life, but I needed to do it with him now. I was a beast and when hours passed and I finally came inside him, shoving so deep he whined he finally passed out before I even slipped out. I wanted to feel bad; to feel the guilt I rode him so hard, but the feeling just wouldn’t come. Seeing him there in my bed completely naked and beautiful my dick rose again and I needed to take a cold shower to get rid of it.

I stood there looking at him covered in his own fluids and knew I couldn’t leave him like that. So, against all his half assed attempts to push me away mumbling, “Don’t touch me anymore.” I chuckle and gather him right into my arms.

“I’m only going to wash you up, promise. I’m not leaving you to sleep in our filth.”

He leans his head against my shoulder with a heartfelt sigh, his eyes closed as exhaustion takes over. “But it’s the good kind of filth.” He mumbles, making my dick twitch once again.

“Stop teasing me.” I warned.

All he does is grunt.

Once I walk into the bathroom, place him down onto his feet, making sure he was awake enough to stand on his own, I turn the shower on full blast. Steam quickly fills the air. I had a large bathroom equipped with a full bathtub separate from the shower that could seriously fit like five people comfortably. Glass doors framed on all sides which before I didn’t care one way or the other but now I liked the idea knowing that if Elliot ever took a bath I could slip in the shower and tease him all I wanted or vice versa.

He quirks a brow at me as I pull us both in together and start the process of lathering him up from head to toe.

“I can do this on my own you know.”

“Mmhm.” Was all I say as I rub down his chest gently.

He snorts at me and grabs the soap to do the same thing to me. My skin electrifies from his gentle touch and as much as I wanted to take advantage of this situation, I promised him I wouldn’t. I could see he was tired and probably sore as well. I wasn’t exactly gentle with him earlier.

Until his hand goes down lower and starts to clean me there as well. I can see the hidden smirk behind those lips of his. It was my turn to quirk a brow at him. “For someone who claims to be exhausted sure is expressing a different outcome. If you’re not careful that promise I made will be broken and you begging me to stop will fall on deaf ears.” I warn.

He chuckles removing his hand to splay them somewhere else on my body. “I was just cleaning you. I’m sure you’re quite dirty down there with my slick.” He teases.

“And I’m quite sure I don’t mind that I am. Your slick can stay on me all day long.”

He shakes his head with a grin. “You perv.”

“Only with you.”  

Once we get done washing up, rinsing and drying off we head back to the bed. I check the time to see it was well past four in the morning. I didn’t expect to get much sleep since I was never a good sleeper to begin with. But I wanted to make sure Elli got some rest before needing to get up and face the new day.

Once we got settled in, him pressed against my side, his arm snaked around my mid drift, I pull him closer to me. It’s been so long since we laid together that I almost forgot what it felt like. Memories of the short times we got to do this while sneaking around flashed through my mind.

“I miss this.” Elli whispers against me, burying his head into my chest.

My heart squeezes at his words. Turning in his embrace I come face to face with him. It was dark in the room, but I could still see his face clearly. “I miss this too. Most times I wouldn’t even allow myself to pretend you were next to me because I was afraid of hoping on something that was never going to happen.”

Placing his fingers on my cheek he grazes the stubble that was starting to grow there. “That’s all I did because if I didn’t I would have gone in a deep depression, especially after Cyan was born. It was the only way I could stay sane.” He states truthfully.

“Elli?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you choose to name our son Cyan?”