“Do you have lube?”
“I don’t need lube.”
“For your first time, I’m using lube.” He ground his teeth together and clenched his jaw.
“Top drawer, at the back.”
Leaning over the edge of the bed, he pulled the still open drawer out, finding the small bottle of lube with ease. Her whine and a sharp blast of cold air told him he’d slipped out. Cleo hadn’t stopped playing with her clit, so her muscles twitched and clenched when he slid back in.
The contracting and flexing of her walls around him made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything other than coming. With a quivering hand, he popped the lid of the bottle and dripped some on her puckered hole.
“I’m going to need you to talk to me, okay? If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop right away.”
She nodded.
“Cleo, I need you to use your words for this. It’s important.”
“Okay.” How one word sounded so full of restraint and the ache to come he’d never know. Her fingers had slowed, circling the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs with languid strokes.
She met his lazy thrusts, pressing her hips back toward his. “Lincoln, please put your Goddamn finger in my ass. I can’t last much longer.”
He grunted, scooped some lube with the tip of his pinky and circled a few times before sliding it in up to his first knuckle.
Her hips wiggled in response. “More.”
He eased his finger in further, up to his second knuckle. She clenched around his dick, her fingers gathering speed over her clit. “Lincoln!” She ground out his name, frustration coating the word, her voice, raspy and low.
Chuckling and shaking his head he pulled his pinky out and slid his index finger in.
“Yes…” Her moan was almost enough to send him over the edge.
“Come for me, Lizzy. I need you to come first.”
“Another… finger…” She panted as his hips met hers. Haphazard, frantic slaps of skin on skin rang out around the room as he slipped a second finger into her tight hole. “Yes, Lincoln! Yes!”
Her hot, twitching muscles gripped his cock like a vise as she came apart on a cry, fingers of her free hand curled into the blanket as though she was holding on for dear life.
“Don’t… stop…” Her demand and unrelenting pressure around him pushed him over the edge with a grunt.
This confirmed it: The woman was going to be the death of him.
Chapter 24
Cleo
Molly leaned over the coffee table and clinked her glass against Cleo’s. “I need all the details. All of them. Don’t spare a single one.”
Nicola was tutoring for the evening, and Kasia was out with her boyfriend, leaving Cleo and Molly home alone to demolish a bottle of wine and a pizza.
Cleo groaned into her hands.
“Honest to God, Cho-Cho, I can’t picture this ball of embarrassment in front of me asking Lincoln Scott for directions, never mind asking him to shove his finger in her ass. At least tell me… did you like it?”
Cheeks hot and face still covered with both hands, she nodded.
“Atta girl. Did you keep it to just fingers for your first time? Or did you try other things?”
“Like what? I wasn’t asking him for his cock in there on the first go! I might be fifty shades of vanilla, but I know that shit woulda hurt like hell.”
