Page 26 of Carry On (Love Doesn’t Cure All #4)

NASH

He took control, and I let him. Across the living room, through to his bedroom, up against the door.

It was easy to give in—to do whatever the hell he wanted me to.

I needed the escape from my own head, and losing myself in Lincoln was easier than breathing.

He matched my need to drown kiss for kiss, touch for touch.

The medication had me numb, but Lincoln made me feel something. A good something.

I wanted that. I needed that. I’d do whatever he wanted for it.

I practically tripped over my own feet as he dragged me with him toward the bed. His shirt, my jeans, his sweatpants. My hands roamed his body, appreciating every hard edge and soft dip. Lincoln was perfection in a way that was dangerous and hot all rolled into one.

I dropped to the bed, and his weight over me was a blanket I didn’t know I needed.

His tongue ran up the side of my neck, making me moan, while he settled between my legs.

My head tipped back as he continued to kiss, lick, and suck my flesh.

The friction of his cock against mine had me leaking precum against my stomach.

Every roll of his hips was delicious torture.

I slipped my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around both our cocks, needing more.

“Not yet,” Lincoln said quickly, knocking it away and pinning my wrist to the bed. I let out a groan of frustration, but the sound only made him chuckle. Fuck, I liked the sound of his laugh a little too much. I liked being the one to make him laugh.

Is this your best idea? the voice asked, ebbing its way into the forefront of my mind. Do you really think he wants you?

I squeezed my eyes shut harder and forced the doubt back. Weaving my fingers through his thick hair, I used the soft texture to ground me—to pull me out of my head. His teeth nipped at my skin as he kissed his way down my body.

“Harder,” I ordered, needing something more.

He obliged all too readily, and the sharp bite of his teeth was enough to make me gasp.

My cock leaked, twitching against my stomach with anticipation.

He smoothed the flat of his tongue over the bite mark, but I shook my head, not like he was paying attention.

I didn’t want his comfort. I wanted the pain.

Lincoln made his way down my body, alternating between biting and licking the marks he left. There’d be bruises in the morning, and I wanted them. The heat weaving down my spine was overwhelming, and the desperation to come was ever-pressing.

“Faster, Linc,” I ordered, needing his mouth on my cock.

“Patience, Nash,” he retorted. Damn it. I didn’t like that plan at all. My fingers tightened in his hair as a means to urge him on, but it didn’t work.

His mouth drifted along my hip bones, across my inner thighs, and over my lower stomach. Every time he neared—every time I thought he would—he moved right back to teasing me.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered, and again, he just laughed. That sound deliciously coiled through my core. I may have hated waiting, but I sure as hell didn’t mind that laugh.

“The urge to tie you down and make you wait for it,” Lincoln commented. My head lifted off the pillow, catching his gaze, as I arched a brow curiously.

“Little bit of a freak there, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Coconut oil.” He said the words so matter-of-factly, like it proved his point.

“It’s organic,” I scoffed. “It—”

His mouth dropped on my cock, taking all of me until I pushed into the back of his throat.

The shock of heat and wetness had the air rushing from my lungs.

The strained sound I let out was unintelligible as my head fell back on the pillow.

His chuckle vibrated down my length, and I felt it deep in my balls.

I was hot and cold, a mess of unrecognizable sounds, as he worked my cock with a kind of expertise that should’ve been illegal.

Licking, sucking, nibbling. Up and down, twisting, and some kind of motion I couldn’t put words to.

I was completely at his mercy without a single fucking complaint.

Every time I was positive I would lose it, he backed off.

Over and over until I was a panting, desire-driven thing who couldn’t form a sentence to save my life.

“Holy fuck,” I managed to breathe out as he nipped at my hip. “Put me out of my misery… holy fuck.”

“Misery?” Lincoln smirked, a look far too sexy on him. His tongue flicked over my slit, and I whimpered. I fucking whimpered. Involuntarily, but still. The things this man could do with his mouth were sinful. “If you’re miserable, maybe I need to double down and try harder.”

“I swear to fucking God—”

“Oh, quit your whining,” he interrupted. He leaned over my body to grab lube from inside the nightstand, and those blue eyes held mine. “If I wanted you to whine, Nash, I’d use a different technique.”

This man was a freak. There was no denying that. It wasn’t like I was complaining either.

I did my best to contain my impatience as he stroked my throbbing dick, covering me in lube. His motions were pointedly slow to tease me. It was written all over his face as he watched my reaction. The fucking tease.

My cock throbbed while Lincoln straddled my waist. I pumped my length twice, needing some kind of relief, as he made himself comfortable on top of me.

I grabbed his hips when he lowered down, the crown of my cock pressing into that tight ring of muscles.

He took his time, barely giving me an inch inside him.

Too slow. The man needed to move faster. I wanted to be buried so far inside him that I felt all of him everywhere. My fingers dug into his flesh, and I tried to take over, but he stopped. One palm pushed hard on my chest to hold me in place.

“Just because I like how your dick feels when you fuck me doesn’t mean you get to be in charge every time,” Lincoln said. The cocky tone of his was a turn-on, and I relented immediately.

“All right,” I replied. My hands drifted over his hips and smoothed down his thighs. “Show me how you ride my cock, Linc. Show me how you like to take charge.”

I let myself give up the idea of control as he worked his way up and down my length, taking a little more of me each time. The squeeze of his ass was blissful torture that sent heat coiling dangerously through my core.

I fisted his dick, stroking him root to tip in quick passes.

There was no way in hell I’d last like this, not with the way he had my whole body riled up and ready to combust. I wanted him right there with me.

Precum smeared along my fingers, and I used it like lube, my hand gliding easily over his length.

His head tipped back, mouth going slack, as I matched the pace he set. The loud moans he let out shot straight to my balls, making them draw up tight.

Fuck, I had to hold it together.

I gripped his thigh tighter as I focused on making him feel good—on making him fall apart. I wanted to see him unravel. Wanted him to paint my chest in his cum before I filled him.

I let his moans and quickened breaths consume me, let them take over any part of my brain still clinging to reality.

He was the drug that made me fly. The one that made the world fade away.

My nerves sparked down my spine while my core constricted as I watched how he fucked himself on my cock.

Admired the way he used me for his own pleasure.

A strangled sound escaped me as he rose up on his knees, my cock slipping from his body.

Before I could protest, he inched forward to straddle my chest. The action brought his weeping dick level with my mouth, and I ran my tongue eagerly over the underside of his length.

With one hand on the headboard and the other wrung in my hair, he thrust past my parted lips.

Salty precum smeared along my tongue as he fucked my mouth.

It wasn’t what I expected, but I liked it.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his breath catching in his throat.

His pace turned frantic and more demanding, the tip of his cock jamming against the back of my throat with every snap of his hips.

I gagged on the sheer size of him, but I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

My hands bracketed his strong thighs while I was gifted the gorgeous sight of him losing control—a sight I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

Some kind of incomprehensible chant fell off that sexy mouth of his until he was shoving his length deep into my throat. His cock pulsated on my tongue as he came in spurts down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but his cum spilled down my beard when he eased out of my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Lincoln murmured, dragging his thumb over my beard to collect it. My blood boiled as I watched him bring it to his mouth, tasting himself.

That single filthy thing almost damn near did me in, making my cock ache and my balls tighten. I grabbed his hips tightly and dragged him right back where I wanted him, burying my length inside him as I lost control. The way his ass clenched around me was the catalyst I didn’t know I needed.

I dragged him down on my cock with a guttural groan as it jerked and pulsated, filling him with my cum. A shudder rolled through my body as my nerves sparked with overstimulation.

“Fucking hell,” I mumbled when it began to fade into a comfortable haze.

“Yeah,” Lincoln agreed. Climbing off of me, he dropped onto the bed next to me, catching his breath with an easy smile turning his lips.

I’d never really given a fuck about sex, but Lincoln was about to make me a goddamn addict.

Maybe I was just deprived, but everything about him felt good.

Real damn good. I clung to the euphoria he created, desperate to hold onto it as my eyes slid shut.