Page 19 of Carry On (Love Doesn’t Cure All #4)

LINCOLN

You don’t have to constantly be in control, Lincoln,” he whispered, and his teeth scraped against my ear. My stomach flipped as the sensation rushed to my head. “There’s nothing wrong with letting go and having fun every once in a while.”

His fingers drifted along my ribs, inciting a cascade of goosebumps to rise on my skin. When they slipped down my side and teased the waistband of my sweatpants, I was done for.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him back.

There was a fraction of a second—just a heartbeat—where we stared at one another.

The hunger in his eyes mirrored the need surging through my veins.

It collided into one devastatingly heated moment where the line between us was obliterated.

Any hope of control I had was shattered.

My mouth slammed into his, my tongue driving through his lips, in a desperate kiss.

I devoured him and savored the explosion of mint that came with kissing him.

His body crowded me, and I welcomed every place his skin touched mine.

Fingers dug into my sides hard enough to leave bruises as he met my intensity.

I ripped free the towel around his waist and reached around, palming his taut ass. Dragging his hips to me, I moaned at the friction of his cock over mine. His teeth bit into my lower lip with a playful tug.

“Don’t move,” Nash ordered, his voice husky and thick with need. Like I was fucking going anywhere. Not a chance. I was so wound up and just getting started with him.

His teeth nipped at my jaw, and his tongue ran down the line of my neck. Everywhere he touched left a scorching trail in its wake. I was ready to combust on the spot. No one had the right to make me feel this goddamn good.

He dropped to his knees and pulled down my sweatpants as he did. The audible sigh I let out as he freed my aching cock made him chuckle. He swept the flat of his tongue over my slit to lick up the precum beading there.

Threading my fingers through his long hair, I dragged him down on the length of my cock as my impatience got the better of me. I held him there, reveling in the heat of his mouth and the tightness of his throat. The sound of him gagging was music to my ears.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I rasped. I only kept him there for a fraction of a second longer before releasing him. His head bobbed up and down my dick, slurping and sucking hard in a way that made my balls throb.

The appreciative groans he let out vibrated along my length pleasantly. I braced on the counter, knuckles turning white, as my head tipped back. I forced myself to breathe and tried to slow the heat raging through my core.

“Jesus fuck,” I managed to bite out.

“You wouldn’t be holding back now, would you, Linc?” Nash asked as he popped off my crown. Yes, I absolutely was. He gave my balls a slight tug that almost took me out by the knees. “Turn around.”

I did without argument and leaned over the counter on my elbows, fully aware of the way I was putting myself on display. His teeth sank into my ass hard enough to pull a sharp hiss out of me.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he said. Again, I didn’t need to be told twice. His strong hands smoothed up my thighs, and he pushed my cheeks open a little wider.

The groan I let out was unrecognizable as he trailed his tongue down my crease. My head dropped forward as I rocked back against him slightly.

“Do you like that, Linc?” Nash murmured and ran the flat of his tongue over my sensitive bud.

“Fuck,” I groaned at the sensation. He did it again, going slower and applying a little more pressure as he did. My body melted for him, and I pushed back, needing more.

He gave me exactly what I wanted. He devoured me, his tongue swirling over that tight ring of muscles. Teasing and testing. Wet and warm.

I rocked against him as I got completely lost in the feeling of his tongue. He reached between my legs and fisted my cock, stroking me far too slow to be satisfying. The low whine I let out did nothing to encourage him to go faster.

Instead, he took his time as he probed my opening—teasing what I wanted but never giving it to me. His hand slid from my cock and gave my balls a squeeze that was almost enough to damn near send me over the edge.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to come, and I wanted him to fuck me while I did. This foreplay shit wasn’t for me.

“Jesus fuck, Nash,” I let out. “Just fuck me already.”

“Your impatience is sexy, Linc,” he murmured. He ran his tongue over my crease one more time before standing. When I tried to turn around, Nash planted a hand on my back and pinned me in place. “Don’t move. I like you like this… splayed out and mine to fuck.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Reaching around me, he grabbed the jar of coconut oil and opened it.

“You can’t be serious,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. Nash just shrugged.

“It’s organic,” he replied. It was hard to argue with a point like that. It was also hard to argue with anything when I was desperate for him to fuck me, and the idea of chasing down lube was an unwanted interruption.

I watched in rapt attention as he coated his dick in coconut oil.

It gave me the chance to drink him in—to admire the length and girth of his cock.

While I knew from the sheer size of him that it’d hurt initially, I didn’t care.

I’d acclimate. I wanted that first bite of pain.

I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion until I was sky high without a chance of coming down any time soon.

He smoothed a slick hand over my spine and held me in place while one finger pressed against that tight ring of muscles.

“God, yes,” I murmured, sighing with relief as he worked one finger inside me. “More.”

“Tell me… do you need to be filled and stretched, Linc?” Nash asked.

“Yes,” I breathed out. I tried to push back against his hand, but he kept me pinned against the counter. Another finger joined the first, and his pace picked up. “More.”

Two fingers quickly became three. The burn was welcome and damn near euphoric, but the pace he set wasn’t enough.

“Rock,” he ordered as his hold on me loosened. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

But I didn’t need to be told as I chased the high surging through my body, spearing myself on his fingers in quick passes. I was so wound up and ready to detonate right there. Precum leaked from my dick, and I reached down, squeezing my crown in an attempt to keep from coming too soon.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are like this?” Nash murmured with a kind of awe I’d never heard before. There was a rush that came with that, knowing how he was taken with me.

He removed his fingers, and I felt his absence deeply. Fuck, I needed to be full of him. The feeling was only momentary as Nash grabbed my hips and slammed into me. I cried out, hands clawing against the counter as twinges of pain mixed with pleasure.

His hand wrapped around my neck, and he hauled me off the counter. I twisted slightly as his fingers turned my jaw. His mouth clashed with mine in a want for more. Teeth, tongues, and panting breaths. I fisted my cock, stroking fast while he pounded into me.

I braced against the counter and pushed back into him as he drove into me hard, holding me exactly where he wanted. We were a mess of slick skin and swear words as both of us raced toward our individual releases.

“Need you to come,” Nash grunted and buried his teeth hard into my shoulder, as if grounding himself.

He knocked my hand away and took over, his fist skating faster and harder over my length.

The rough calluses from playing guitar added a delicious kind of friction—something I wasn’t used to.

Something that threatened to rip me apart.

My balls were impossibly tight as my lust-driven state had me wound up, panting, and barely clinging to reality. Electricity surged up and down my spine while liquid heat pooled in my core. I was right there as my cock pulsed in his hands.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I managed to get out. My words only made him go faster. It pushed me over the edge without hesitation. I exploded, catastrophically falling apart in his hands and seeing stars as I came in thick spurts of cum that went everywhere.

His teeth sank in deeper as he dragged my ass down hard on his cock, burying himself inside me completely as he filled me with his cum.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped while his body convulsed and shuddered against mine.

I made a sound of agreement, my brain needing a solid reset before I could form words.

He wrapped an arm around my torso and kept me close as he slid out of my ass.

Warm cum slipped between my ass cheeks and dripped down my legs.

Nash pressed the flat of his tongue over the bitemarks to soothe them as he gave me a slight squeeze.

The gesture was oddly intimate, sparking something uncomfortable in my chest. It was a feeling I didn’t want to entertain, and so I pulled away from him to create space between us.

Taking the initiative, he stepped back further.

I stretched a little and took stock of my body. His marks were everywhere, from bruising holds to bites to how my ass was already sore. I’d feel him tomorrow, not that I minded in the least. I liked it that way. I craved that kind of aftermath.

What I didn’t want was the mess I’d made on the counter, one I’d ultimately have to clean up. Cum dripped off the island countertop, and there was definitely some drizzled over my coconut strips.

“Shit,” I grumbled. “I have to throw all this away.”

“No, you don’t,” Nash replied. He grabbed a piece of coconut and popped it in his mouth—cum and all.

I’d never look at coconut or chocolate the same again.