Page 45 of Carry On

You pushed him to it,the voice commented.

That part was accurate. I had pushed him. If I hadn’t been the asshole who felt the need to push him for a goddamn answer, he wouldn’t have spiraled, and he wouldn’t be hiding in his room.

I waited.

And waited.

I paced.

And paced.

I grew anxious as I tried to figure out how to help him—how to make it better. Was there even anything I could do? I had nothing to offer him but the burden of my existence.

The bedroom door opened, and Lincoln came out. He was tense with his shoulders rigid and his face drawn. That perfect hair was awry as if he’d run his fingers through it a few too many times.

Impulsivity took over because while I had very little that I brought to the table, I had one way I could help him. One that would get him out of his head for a while.

I stalked across the room, closing the distance between us and pushing him up against the door he’d just closed. My mouth crashed into his, and my body crowded his.

“Nash,” he gasped, but I shushed him.

“Stop thinking, Linc,” I said as I kissed along the scruffy line of his jaw. I nipped at his ear and enjoyed the little groan he let out. His fingers wrung into the front of my shirt as he held me closer. I kissed him again—devouring him. The taste of him slid across my tongue, making me moan with appreciation.

Fuck, he was a drug.

Why was this so easy with him?

I could feel the moment he gave in—the moment he melted for me. His kisses grew heated and more demanding. Teeth, tongues, moans. I let him consume me. I needed him to. He grasped my sides, his hips rolling against mine. The thin fabric of his pants hid nothing as he continued to grind against me. My dick throbbed with a need for more from him, but I tamped it down. It wasn’t about me. Maybe next time, but right now, he needed this.

Do you really think there will be a next time?the voice asked.

I ignored it. I didn’t want to think about that shit.

“Head back, eyes closed, and put a fist in my hair,” I ordered gruffly. “You’re going to stop thinking and let go for a little bit.”

“Nash,” he whispered, but my name barely managed to pass through his lips as I smoothed my palm over his thick length. The friction between my hand and the fabric had him whimpering under me. Oh, I liked that sound. I repeated the motion just to hear him do it again, louder and a little more pathetic.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and made quick work of pushing his sweatpants down his thighs. His cock leaked in front of me, precum beading along his slit. I ran my tongue along the throbbing vein in his length and circled his crown. His fingers wove through my hair as he anchored a fist at the back of my head. I didn’t waste time—didn’t want to.

I wanted him to unravel for me until I was drinking his cum.

My hand skated up and down his length in coordination with my mouth. It was sloppy and fast. I alternated between that and taking all of him until his cock pushed against the back of my throat.

The feral sounds he made were hot as hell, and so was the way he forced me right back down. I gagged around his dick but didn’t back off. I let him hold me down as his hips rocked into my mouth at a steady motion.

“Nash,” Lincoln let out, his voice cracking. Yeah, I like how he said my name while he fell apart.

Bracing my hands on his thighs, I urged him to chase his release in whatever way he wanted. I let him use me however the hell he needed. The hand in my hair was brutal and unrelenting while he fucked my mouth. His breath came out in short pants, infused with dirty little words of encouragement.

His cock pulsed, and the throbbing in mine practically matched. I palmed my dick for some kind of relief. There was no warning as he came apart, dragging me down hard on his length. Cum filled my throat, and I swallowed what I could. As he came, he pulled out, painting my chin as he did.

While I flicked my tongue over my lower lip to catch the stray drops, he tilted my head back. The heat in his gaze was damn near palpable as he admired his work. That look alone practically wrapped around my cock and had me coming without him ever touching me. I was impossibly close.

“Fuck, you look good covered in my cum,” Lincoln murmured. I just grinned because there was no way in hell I was done with him after those words.

CHAPTER 34

LINCOLN