Page 43 of Carry On (Love Doesn’t Cure All #4)

NASH

Lincoln made me feral. I liked his blend of pliability and need for control.

I enjoyed pushing his buttons to see how he’d unravel for me and to see what version of him I’d get when he finally did.

And after two weeks of nothing, I was ready to fuck him in every goddamn room of this condo until I was sure he wouldn’t walk straight for a week.

My dress pants did nothing to hide how hard I was as I walked him right into his bedroom.

We were all hands and unsteady steps as we tore at each other’s clothes.

Suit coats, shoes, ties, and everything in between.

I couldn’t get the man naked fast enough.

From the way he pawed at me, the feeling was mutual.

When he made a move for the bed, I grabbed my discarded tie.

Looping it around his neck, I tightened it and used it to drag his back against me.

The way his fingers dug into my thigh for support was a turn-on.

I ran my nose along the column of his neck and breathed him in deep. Fuck, his cologne was intoxicating.

“I can’t think of a better leash to put around your neck while I fuck you than the tie I married you in,” I murmured. The little whimper he let out shot straight to my cock, enticing me. Encouraging me.

I traced the dips and curves down his stomach, enjoying the mold of his body underneath my fingertips.

He tensed with anticipation as I wrapped my fist around his dick.

Taking my time to admire how he fit in my hand, I stroked him slowly.

I kissed and licked my way down his neck while my cock leaked against the small of his back.

Fuck, I was so turned on by him. I wanted nothing more than to fill his ass with my cum. I wanted to see it dripping out of him as I bent him over the bed. I wanted to watch him ruin the sheets as he came undone for me.

“No foreplay tonight, Linc,” I told him as I tightened the tie slightly. “I want to be so far inside you that you feel me in your chest, do you understand me?”

His raspy little reply did nothing to help my control. God, I’d never wanted a man as badly as I wanted him. It didn’t matter that I’d had him. I wanted more. Needed more. For once, the voice in my head was silent, letting me thoroughly savor every inch of him I could get my hands on.

With him pliable in my arms, I bent him over the side of the bed. Shoving his face into the mattress, I gripped his hip as I repositioned his ass. The position put him on display for me.

“God, I love your ass in the air for me like this,” I murmured.

“Are you going to fuck me or just keep staring?” Lincoln demanded. I slapped his ass, the crack of my hand on his skin making him yelp. That yelp turned into a guttural moan as I massaged his balls, not needing to see it to know he was leaking for me.

“Don’t move,” I ordered and gave his head a slight push as a tiny reminder that I was in charge tonight.

He listened as I grabbed the lube from inside the nightstand.

I smoothed a hand down his spine and palmed one ass cheek, spreading him open as I did.

The smallest shift in his hips—his anticipation for my dick—wasn’t lost on me.

Drizzling lube on his ass, I spread it down his crease and rubbed my thumb over that tight ring of muscles.

I tested his readiness, easing my thumb in and out of him.

That low moan he let out had my cock throbbing.

“Please,” he whimpered, his hips rocking back against me in an attempt to take more. I positioned myself behind him and coated my cock in lube, all too eager to give it to him.

“Fuck,” I growled through clenched teeth as I thrust into him slowly. There was tight, and then there was Lincoln. Whatever he was, it should’ve qualified as torture. The way his muscles clenched and the heat of his body around my length had me clinging on for dear life.

“Faster,” he said. He tried to push back on me—to fuck himself on my cock. While it was hot as hell to see him so desperate, I refused to fill his ass too quickly. I wanted to savor him.

“No.” I barely got the word out while my hold on him turned brutal.

“Please,” Lincoln begged, and I doubled down, slowing my pace even more. The exasperated sound he let out made me chuckle.

“Look at you… such a desperate, greedy thing for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed out.

“Beg for my cock, Lincoln.”

“Please, fuck me.” Again, he tried to move along on my shaft on his own. I brought my hand down on his ass, eliciting a feral noise from him. Pulling back on the tie, I forced him up on his hands.

“Convince me that you want me to fuck you, Lincoln,” I ordered.

“Please, fuck me,” he repeated, his desperation dripping from every word. “Please, Nash. Fuck me and put me out of my misery.”

“Does this make you miserable?” I demanded as I withdrew my cock and immediately felt the absence of him around me. He groaned with frustration and tried to fall forward on his elbows, but I yanked him back up by the tie. “Stay on your hands, Linc. I like how your ass pops for me.”

I spread his ass cheeks one more time and eased into him, letting him feel every inch of my cock. I liked how his groans grew in volume as I filled him inch by torturous inch.

“Jesus fuck, Nash,” Lincoln rasped. “I can’t… just fuck me, please.”

I pulled out once more, inciting a whine from him. Before he could voice another protest, my hips snapped forward. I drove into him relentlessly. Every sharp thrust had him moaning, groaning, and making feral sounds that shot straight to my balls. Heat sparked down my spine and gathered in my core.

I was ruthless. Relentless. Uncontrolled and needy. Lincoln’s entire body rocked as he met each thrust in kind. His fingers clawed at the sheets while he pushed back harder and harder on me.

Jesus fuck, the way he took all of me was hot as hell. Something unhinged opened up inside me, something deeply animalistic with a need to make him fall off the ledge in a way that’d ruin him. I tightened the tie around his neck, cutting off his airway.

“Stroke yourself, Linc,” I said, my voice strained. “Make a mess of the bed, and show me how you like being used.”

His raspy, low moan was a tune I’d keep with me for a long time—one I’d relive in my head every time I jerked off. His hand fell to his dick, matching my brutal pace.

Panting, skin slapping on skin, groans. We were a mess of sweat and desire as we both chased our own release.

I was right there, my balls damn near hurting, as I lost complete control.

Every thrust was harder and faster than the last until I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

I dragged him back on my cock, holding him there while I came with a guttural sound I didn’t recognize.

Lincoln unraveled with me, spraying cum across his bedsheets. I released the tie, and his grating sounds turned into gasps for air that only furthered his pleasure. He collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.

“Fucking hell,” he let out with the smallest of euphoric chuckles.

I pulled my cock out of him slowly, watching my cum drip out of him. As I forced him to stay on display for me, I swept a finger through the spillover and pushed it back inside him. Lincoln groaned, and fuck, I liked everything about it.