Page 104 of Carry On

Pants.

Socks.

Underwear.

It was a race to get naked as we stumbled our way through the condo to his bedroom. By the time we crashed into his bed, my cock was painfully hard with a need to be buried inside him.

But I refused to give in and take it too fast. I wasn’t good with words, but I could show him.

Mine.

I traced the word into his skin with my teeth and my tongue.

Mine.

I pressed the word down into his bones with my fingers, leaving behind bruises that painted my name on his body.

Mine.

Every kiss, every touch, every all-consuming thought was focused on making sure he knew beyond a doubt that he was mine.

My Lincoln.

I teased and tasted every inch of him until his dick leaked against his stomach, and my name fell off his lips in a whimpering chant. I ran the flat of my tongue along his slit and around the crown of his cock.

“Oh, Jesus fuck… fuck,” Lincoln groaned. His fingers anchored in my hair hard as I teased just the head of his dick. The way he writhed underneath me was a turn-on. So was how he tried to take control and push my head down his length.

“Stop trying to be in control, baby, and let me take care of you,” I ordered. His body relaxed under the command. Yeah, I liked that too. I trailed my tongue up and down the length of his cock before taking him in my mouth.

Up and down. Slow and fast. Teasing and tasting. I took my time, enjoying every little whimper and sharp gasp he let out as I worked his dick in a way I knew would drive him wild. His fist tightened in my hair while his hips rocked slightly, thrusting deeper into my throat as he chased the relief he needed.

I only gave enough to keep him wound up and hungry. He wasn’t coming until I was deep inside him and right there with him. Popping off his crown, I licked up his precum, letting it drip off my tongue and back onto his dick.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he let out breathlessly. “I need you, Lucky.”

I hummed as I kissed the curve of his hip. I liked the sound of that—of him needing me. Taking my time, I made my way up his body, covering him in gentle bite marks and soothing kisses. I savored every inch of him while he fumbled to grab lube from the nightstand.

My lips drifted up his neck as he coated my cock. Each tantalizing stroke had me moaning against his skin. His mouth found mine, and his tongue drove through my lips in a demanding kiss.

“Now,” Lincoln murmured against my mouth. “Please, Nash…”

That last sentence came out with a little whimper, and I kissed him harder.

“I like it when you beg for me, baby,” I said. I liked him pathetic and wanting me. It mirrored just how badly I wanted him. His legs rode up on my hips as I lined my cock up. With a flex of my hips, I pressed that tight ring of muscles, entering him in one smooth thrust. I groaned at the explosion of warmth and pressure that wrapped around my length. “Fuck.”

His hands slid down my back, fingers digging into my ass as he urged me to move. Desperate sounds fell off his lips as I pulled out and drove into him once more. Over and over. Each thrust was pointed and meticulous, meant to elicit whatever reactions from him I could. Every whisper, every gasp, every moan. I drank them all up, consumed them like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

We were all hands and mouth, bodies slick with sweat, as he met every single one of my thrusts. I did my best to hold out. To make it matter. I struggled with words, but there was a hell of a lot I could say to him like this.

Liquid heat spilled through my body, lighting my nerves on fire, and my balls drew up tight. I was right there and teetering the line of falling apart. I clamped down on the feeling and reached between us, fisting his cock. The guttural, feral sound he let out was music to my ears. Uninhibited Lincoln would forever be my favorite song. I stroked him hard and fast. Precum coated my fingers, and his body trembled under mine.

“I’m…” Lincoln gasped out.

“That’s it, baby,” I bit out. “Come for me… come for me, Linc.”

My pace picked up as his knees lifted higher, forcing the crown of my cock to stroke his prostate. His head tipped back, mouth opening as he tried to say something more, but no sound came out. His dick pulsed in my hand as he combusted, thick ropes of cum spilling across his chest and stomach.

The sight of it painting his sweat-slicked skin snapped the last thread of control I had. My forehead fell to his shoulder as I came with a deep groan, my body shuddering.