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Ellie is following me in her car as I make the turn onto my street.

I got lucky and was able to find a house to rent after spending my first month here in a hotel.

I’m not really an apartment type of person.

Sharing walls with my neighbors is not my idea of a good time.

Especially when I have a gorgeous blonde who will hopefully be staying the night with me tonight.

It’s already dark when I pull into my driveway, but thankfully I have an antique lamp post next to my walkway that I turned on before I left.

It provides enough light to see the front of my house pretty clearly.

The house is an old bungalow-style home that's been completely updated inside and out. A small porch stretches across the front of the house with round, black aluminum balusters that fit easily into sleek white composite rails. It’s pretty sharp looking if I do say so myself.

Closing my driver’s side door, I lean against my truck and wait for Ellie to exit her vehicle. She has a brand-new SUV from the looks of it, which she’ll definitely need to combat these Green Bay winters.

Ellie steps out, but then opens the back door to grab something. Her stupid door is blocking my view of her ass, but I’m hoping to have a front row seat to that in a few minutes. Finally, she closes the back door and makes her way toward me.

“Wow, Lincoln! This place is so cute. For some reason I pictured you in a penthouse apartment downtown overlooking the river or something.”

We fall in step next to each other as we make our way up the porch steps to my front door. “I don’t like the idea of having my neighbors so close. I’d rather not share walls or even a floor with anyone. I like my space.”

Ellie seems to contemplate what I’m saying as I unlock my front door and push it open. I motion for her to go ahead of me because I’m a gentleman. But more so because I’d never pass up a chance at seeing her backside.

I hang my keys and vest up on the hooks that line the entryway wall and grab Ellie’s coat to do the same. Like I said, I can be a gentleman when I want to be.

She slowly makes her way to the living room where you can see the kitchen and a hallway that leads to two bedrooms and bathroom. There’s also a set of stairs that lead to the upper level, which is where I sleep and have a full-size en suite bathroom as well. Ellie does one last turn before meeting my gaze. I haven’t taken my eyes off her since we walked in here.

“This place is really incredible, Lincoln. I’m kind of jealous,” she says before biting her lower lip.

My eyes don’t leave her mouth as I take a couple of slow steps toward her. I’m within inches when I finally respond, “I’m glad you think so. I can’t wait to give you an up close and personal tour of my bedroom. Specifically, my bed.” I whisper the last statement before running my hands through her hair and cupping her head. Gently, I start rubbing the back of her head and upper neck.

Ellie leans her head into my hand and closes her eyes, letting out a quiet moan. “That feels so good.”

I spend the next minute continuing the gentle massage and then lean down to kiss her forehead. “Come on, let’s sit on the couch so I can give you a proper massage. Do you want anything to drink?”

I have a small bar set up in my living room which is generously stocked with mostly whiskey but I do have a few bottles of wine. There may be a couple bottles of vodka and tequila hidden in the back as well.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

A girl after my own heart.

I opt for the bottle of Woodford Reserve that I opened last night and pour us both a glass. With the glasses in each hand, I turn to find Ellie staring at me.

“Like what you see?” I ask with a flirtatious wink.

Ellie shakes her head and laughs as I hand her a glass. She swirls the glass a couple times before taking a slow inhale of the copper liquid. “Mmm, whiskey?” she asks before taking a slow sip. Most women I’ve met would shudder or grimace after a sip of whiskey neat, but not Ellie. No, Ellie continues to surprise me as she licks her lips, searching for an aftertaste.

Eyes locked on those beautiful lips, I almost forget to respond to her question. “Yeah, it’s the double oaked Woodford Reserve. It’s one of my favorites.”

She takes another sip before reaching over to set it on the wooden coffee table that sits at the center of the room. “I like it. But, I’m more interested in that massage you mentioned.”

I take one more sip of mine as well before placing it next to hers on the table. “Your wish is my command, Coach. Turn around and scoot back so I can show you how it’s done.”

Ellie does as I say, and it doesn’t take long before her scent invades my space which has me fighting an erection before I’ve even so much as touched her. The effect this woman has on me is maddening.

Brushing her hair over her shoulder so it sits in front of her, I let my fingers slowly glide down her arms. It’s small, but a shiver works its way through her body and has me asking, “Are you cold?”

She shakes her head and a quiet “nope” follows.

So maybe she’s just as affected by me as I am by her.

Chuckling to myself, I start rubbing her neck and shoulders. She tilts her head to one side and a small groan escapes her. “Oh my god, Lincoln, that feels so good.”

The erection I was fighting earlier is no longer a match for my self-control. My jeans tighten around my zipper but I don’t bother adjusting myself.

Her shirt keeps bunching as I massage her back, so I slide my hands underneath. The feel of her silky, smooth skin sends another jolt of desire straight to my dick. Working my way down her back, I continue to massage. I splay my hands out wide and work the massage further away from her spine. My fingertips inch closer and closer to the swell of her breasts until I finally brush them against the outside of her bra. I give her an opportunity to shake my hands off or tell me to stop, but she does neither of those things. Instead, her breathing starts to speed up and she turns her body in invitation. My one hand is now covering her thin lacy bra and my fingertips are ghosting the outside of her nipple.

“Is this okay?” I ask before taking it any further.

“Yes, touch me. Please ,” she begs.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I move my hand and start rubbing her breast. “I love it when you beg for me, Ellie,” I whisper in her ear. She’s practically panting now, and I push her bra down to free her breast. I take her nipple between my thumb and finger and give her a little pinch. She moans my name so loudly I almost paint my jeans again right then and there.

Taking it slow is no longer an option. I need this woman like I need air.

Removing my hand from her breast, I bring my hands down to the bottom of her sweater and start sliding it up her body. She raises her arms in the air and I pull her sweater off and throw it across the room. I make quick work of removing her bra next and toss that somewhere across the room as well, leaving her in only her leggings.

This is the first time I’m seeing Ellie’s tattoo in full and it is stunning. Violets wrap around a vine stretching from the base of her neck all the way down to her tailbone. My eyes trail the tattoo and I fight the urge to run my tongue along its entirety.

Ellie leans back into me and my hands make their way back to her breasts. I start to tease her by tracing a circle around her nipples. She arches her back so her breasts are pushing into my hands.

“Tell me what you need, Ellie.” I start massaging her breasts again before plucking her nipple. I continue to tease her. I alternate between circles and massaging her breasts as I wait for her response.

“More. I need more,” she begs as she arches her back again.

I drop my hands so they’re holding her waist.

Frustrated or angry, I can’t tell which, she spins so she’s facing me. My eyes drop to her chest as her perfect tits stare back at me.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself,” she says as she grabs her breasts and starts pinching both of her nipples. She throws her head back with a moan and continues to touch herself.

I’m not sure if she thinks she’s punishing me by doing this, but I am turned the fuck on and can no longer take it. Leaning back against the armrest of the couch, I unzip my jeans and pull my boxer briefs down. My cock springs free, and Ellie’s eyes flash down. Her eyes widen as I slowly stroke my length back and forth.

“If you keep touching yourself like that I’m gonna come all over your bare chest, Ellie.”

Her hands drop to her thighs as she sits back on her heels and watches me as I continue to stroke myself .

“Tell me exactly what you want, Ellie, so I can give it to you.”

Slowly, she starts to inch her way closer to me before her face stops directly above where I’m touching myself. “I want to taste you.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I immediately stop what I’m doing and put both hands behind my head like the cocky asshole I am. “Then taste me, baby.”

Her head drops, and the moment her mouth is around my tip I see stars. Actual fucking stars.

She swirls her tongue around the crown and then my cock hits the back of her throat, causing me to open my eyes and watch the fantasy playing out right in front of me. I move my hands to her hair and work it into a makeshift ponytail and wrap it around my fist. I give a quick tug that has her moaning around my shaft. The vibration is an extra level of pleasure, and I can’t help but groan.

“You and this fucking ponytail will be the death of me, Montgomery. I’ve imagined wrapping it around my fist every night since I tasted you.” I start to guide her head up and down, meeting her mouth thrust for thrust. I’m in absolute awe as she takes me into the back of her throat and doesn’t fight it for one second. Tears fall down her cheeks as she continues to deep throat me, but still, she devours me like she’s starved.

My orgasm inches closer and closer with each thrust. With her hair still wrapped around my fist, I pull her head back. She lightly scrapes her teeth along my shaft before my dick pops out of her mouth. Good god. Ellie gives me a wicked grin before licking her lips.

“Why did you stop me?” she asks as she crawls into my lap. She starts grinding her center against me and I can feel how wet she is through her leggings.

“Because I was about to come down your throat but I’m not ready to do that yet.” I take her breasts in my hands and give her nipples a hard pinch. Throwing her head back she moans my name again. “I bet I could get you off just by playing with these pretty nipples, couldn’t I, Coach?”

Head still thrown back in ecstasy, she bites her lip and nods yes. And I do just that. I continue to play with her nipples as she grinds against my hard cock. It’s only a matter of seconds before an orgasm rocks her body and she’s screaming my name.

I sit up so we’re chest to chest and blow on her peaked nipples. “Did that hurt?” I ask as she slowly opens her eyes to meet mine.

“No,” she says and shakes her head. “It felt so fucking good. But they’re a little tender now.”

Leaning forward, I take one of her nipples in my mouth and flick my tongue against it. Ellie groans and grinds against me again. She sits up on her knees and starts pushing her leggings down. I grab her wrist to stop her.

“I told you when I fuck you for the first time it will be in bed.”

Picking her up, Ellie wraps her legs around me and I carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom. My knee protests but it’s only six steps and there’s no way I’m putting her down. Once I reach the top, I throw her down onto my king-size bed and watch as her tits bounce from the impact.

“Now I’m going to explore this body with my tongue, inch by fucking inch.”