Straight Up (Twisted Fox Book 3)

by Charity Ferrell

  She nods and doesn’t glance back as she does, that plump ass sticking in the air. She slowly arches her back, causing her ass to jiggle, and swear to God, I’m about to come all over her white rug. Unable to stop myself, I wrap my hand around my cock and slowly stroke it as she flips onto her back and rises. Pushing her elbows out, she leans back on them to stare at me, raising a brow in question.

  I take in the sight of her, my gaze traveling up and down her body, soaking up her smooth skin, her curves, and the way her breasts bounce with every sharp breath she inhales.

  No more.

  There’s no more holding back.

  Desire permeates through me like a drug.

  “I could watch you do that all night,” she says, drawing my attention back to her face.

  I smirk. “Or we could do better things.” Dropping my hand from my cock, I join her on the bed, slightly crawling over top of her, putting all my weight on my forearms to hold myself up.

  I tilt my head down, and she offers a gentle smile before reaching around, gripping the back of my neck, and dragging my mouth to meet hers. This kiss is slower than the others as we soak up what the other enjoys, as our tongues tangle in a web of our attraction to one another.

  She gasps when I pull away and then shudders as I rain kisses down her chest, along the cup of her bra, before directing her to rise so I can unsnap the band. As she stretches out her arms, I gently slide off the fabric, revealing more of her beauty.

  To reveal the body of a woman I’m falling into a deep pit of lust with.

  To reveal every inch of the woman I want to keep forever.

  My mouth waters as I lick a circle around her nipple before sucking hard, feeling it harden between my lips.

  Raising my arm, I push my weight onto the other while sliding down her body. She rubs her toned legs together in anticipation while I toy with the slim string of her panties with my pointer finger. Without warning, I jerk them down her legs, causing her to lift them, before I fling the thin material across the room.

  I press my erection against her thigh as I slip a finger through her soaked folds.

  Up and down.

  Up and down.

  Torturously, as she writhes underneath my touch, waiting for me to push my finger inside, to relieve her, to play with her pussy until she’s crying out my name.

  “Please,” she breathes out. “Give me more.”

  Her pleas.

  Jesus.

  She could ask me to do anything in that voice of hers, and I’d do it in a heartbeat. Using my elbow, I lever it between her thigh to open her wider before shoving three thick fingers inside her. She’s tight, her warmth wrapping around my fingers like a harness, and I swiftly pull out, not wanting to hurt her.

  With how tight she is, I’m not sure she can handle my cock, but I want to take things slow. I want to play with her longer, for days, which means I don’t want her to be too sore for me. This time, I slip two fingers into her, the pad of my thumb traveling to her clit, slowly moving it in circles.

  “Oh, wow,” she moans, rotating her hips, swiveling them to meet my strokes.

  I’ve spent hours sitting around and wishing for this moment, longing to have Cassidy moaning as I touched her begging pussy, and it’s better than what I imagined.

  Wetter.

  Hotter.

  Louder.

  Needing more, I plant a kiss on her belly button, shifting so I’m kneeling between her legs, open her folds and lower my head.

  Only to have her grab my hair, nearly ripping it from my scalp, and stop me.

  Having my hair gripped? Normal.

  But it’s usually as the girl is about to get off on my tongue.

  Not before. Never before.

  “Whoa,” she rushes out.

  I lift my face, resting my chin above her clit while pushing my palms up the inside of her thighs, and stare up at her in question.

  “I don’t …” She hesitates, her cheeks turning pink. “I don’t do that.”

  “Do what?”

  She gestures to where I am. “Faces down there.”

  There’s no containing my snort to her explanation. “You’ve never been eaten out before?”

  “I tried it once for maybe two seconds but stopped …” She shakes her head. “It’s weird. I feel too … on display.”

  “That’s the point. You put your pretty pussy on display for me, and I fucking worship it.”

  A wave of satisfaction charges through me that no other man has gotten her off with his face between her thighs.

  Her face is unreadable as she stares down and studies me. As badly as I want to taste her, if she doesn’t want it, I’ll pull back and go another route to please her. No matter what, Cassidy needs to feel comfortable with me.

  Her pleasure is what I’m thriving for.

  I couldn’t give two fucks about mine—even though eating her out would make my damn year.

  I squeeze her thighs. “Do you trust me?”

  She nods. “I trust you.”

  “If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.”

  “I guess I have to try everything once.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  I slide my body down, lower my head, and suck on her clit.

  I’ll prove to her there’s nothing she’ll enjoy more than my tongue in her pussy.

  Well, other than when I fill her with my cock.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cassidy

  My back bucks off the bed when Lincoln’s lips suction around my clit.

  Jesus Christ.

  My heart thunders in my chest, a jolt of electricity passing through like a storm, as I peek down at the man having a snack between my legs. I’m consumed with not only my need for him but also slight premature embarrassment.

  I stress about my OB/GYN—who’s a woman—inspecting my lady parts.

  How am I supposed to be chill when it’s the man I’ve wanted for months down there, seeing me so up close and personal?

  Are vaginas even pretty?

  I’ve never been one of those women who sits in front of a mirror and examines her kitty. It’s always been a strange concept to me. It’s not like I’m a virgin and I’ve never been touched there. It’s just typically sex that unfolds in the same trail of events—making out, five seconds of finger foreplay, and then sex. Never have I been with a man wanting as much foreplay as Lincoln.

  Also, never have I wanted foreplay as much as I want with Lincoln.

  My muscles are quivering, my body tingling with need for this man. At this point, I’ll allow him to do anything, stick his face anywhere, to get relief from the pleasure streaming through me, begging to be released.

  Those other guys?

  They never kissed me like that.

  Never touched me like this.

  Never made my body burn hot.

  Never made me want to push away all my boundaries.

  My ribs tighten as I spread my thighs more, providing plenty of room for him to have his way with me.

  Chills cover my naked body when his mouth leaves my clit, and his skilled tongue slides through my folds, sending a rush of shivers through my body. I inhale a deep breath, unsure what to expect. This is the moment when I made the last guy stop.

  It felt too personal.

  Too intimate.

  Which is funny because I was getting intimate with the guy.

  As I brace myself, Lincoln shoves the tip of his tongue inside me. My back shoots off the bed as a desire I’ve never experienced courses through my blood.

  Lincoln licks.

  He sucks.

  I’m on fire.

  This is what the hell I’ve been missing?

  How was I so stupid not to want this?

  I arch my back and release a moan.

  Who am I kidding?

  No way would it have felt like this with any other man.

  Bursts of pleasure ride through me as I gasp. “This feels amazing.”

  He doesn’t lift hi
s head, but he does raise his voice as he says, “Do you like that?” against my core.

  The room grows hot when he shoves a thick finger inside me and then another in addition to his tongue.

  My breaths knock from my lungs in harsh pants, nearly fracturing my ribs, as I try not to come yet. As badly as I want to drag this out for as long as possible, I’m dying for a release. Delving my hand into his thick hair, I grip it tight. Not to stop him this time, but to hold his mouth there as I ride his face.

  My hips buck against his mouth as he gives me everything I need and more.

  When he plays with my clit, a wave of pleasure rockets through me.

  It’s over.

  I’m coming on his mouth with no regrets of allowing this to happen.

  As I whisper his name, I already know I want this to happen again.

  And again and again.

  I’m catching my breath when he pulls away, his lips and chin wet from my juices. He uses his tongue to scoop up the excess on his bottom lip. His grin is cocky, and his face is patterned with the same lust that’s overtaking me.

  I throw my arm across the bed and point at my nightstand. “Condom in there. Get inside of me before I die, please and thank you.” I can’t wait for him to fill me to my core and thrust inside me.

  He shakes his head. “We’re not having sex yet.”

  I wince. “What?”

  “We’re not having sex yet.”

  With the exception of his panting and his erection brushing against my leg, you’d think he wasn’t fazed by my nakedness or what we did.

  “I heard you loud and clear.” My tone grows aggravated because, dammit, I want that large cock inside me. “Why? I’m not a virgin, nor will I get crazy emotionally attached, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Okay, the second statement is somewhat of a lie. I’m already pretty emotionally attached to this man.

  “Not what I’m worried about at all.” He rests his palms on the sides of my face, and his chest rubs against mine as he pulls himself forward, up my body. “I’m more worried about myself getting emotionally attached.” He says the last statement so softly underneath his breath that I’m questioning if those words left his mouth.

  Stroking my cheek, he peers down at me with an expression I’ve never seen from him before—an expression I’ve never witnessed from anyone—a mixture of arousal, concentration, yet also contentment. A smirk is on his face as he dips his head down and places a quick kiss on my lips, where I briefly taste myself.

  He just pleasured me in endless ways, hasn’t received any for himself, but appears content. Lincoln looks as if he’s on top of the world after eating me out, not even concerned about me returning the favor.

  I rise up onto my elbows, our faces only inches apart. “Come on. You seriously just gave me an incredible orgasm. It’s not fair for the favor not to be returned.”

  His lips brush against my nose before he pulls back. “First, my mouth on your pussy wasn’t only a favor to you. Babe, it was a favor to me. You know how many times I’ve watched you, wondering how sweet your pussy tastes? How many times I’ve watched you lick the rim of your glass, wishing I could do the same to your clit?” He shakes his head. “Jesus, fuck, Cassidy. You handed me everything that’s been on my mind for months.” He smirks. “And I love that I proved it wasn’t weird. I love that you trusted me enough to give me the honor.”

  “So give me the honor of getting you off,” I argue with a pout.

  He moans when I reach for his cock and run the tips of my fingers along the massive length. I eye it, my mouth watering, and wonder how well it’d fit inside me. It’s the largest I’ve ever seen, and that’s coming from a girl who watches porn on the regular to get herself off.

  He draws back, away from my reach, causing me to frown. “How about you lie there, looking hot as fuck and all orgasmed out by yours truly?” He wraps his hand around his cock and starts jerking himself off. “That’s all I need from you.”

  I groan, throwing my head back like a toddler close to a tantrum. “How’s that fun? I let you go down on me, so it’s only fair I get to do the same.”

  “Small steps, baby.” His breathing turns ragged as his gaze moves down my body in appreciation.

  “Small steps is licking and sucking on my vagina?”

  “Damn straight.”

  He loses himself in his strokes, his pace growing, and I’m invigorated at the view of him jacking off in front of me. He inches closer, and I wait for my perfect opportunity. He grunts when I reach out and wrap my hand around his, joining him in pleasuring himself. He throws his head back, savoring the moment, and I take that weakness as an advantage for me.

  Dropping my hand, I grip both his shoulders and push him onto my bed, back down. I climb over him in seconds, slide my hair over my shoulder, and say, “Trust me,” before sucking the head of his cock.

  “Jesus, fuck,” Lincoln hisses, rotating his hips.

  I work him with my mouth and fingers, tasting the saltiness of his cock as pre-cum leaks from the tip. His fingers find their way to my hair, and he runs them through the strands.

  “Shit, I’m close,” he hisses.

  I peer up at him to find his eyes shut at the same time I swallow his cum.

  “Fuck,” he groans, coming down from his orgasm high. “That was … holy shit.”

  Licking up and down his erection, I clean him up, worshipping his cock. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  Oral sex with Lincoln …

  There’s nothing like it.

  Nothing hotter.

  I can’t even imagine how actual sex will be with him.

  We’re in my bathroom, naked and cleaning ourselves up—along with taking off the Halloween makeup. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was horrified. Runny mascara, smeared lipstick, and patches of glitter described my face.

  A silence hangs in the air, but it’s comfortable. I’m riding off the high of being with Lincoln, and exhaustion is starting to sink in from my orgasm and giving my all while sucking Lincoln’s cock. My goal was to get him off faster than any other woman who’d had her mouth on his dick.

  Walking back into the bedroom, I open my dresser to snag my pajamas as Lincoln stands in the doorway, still naked. He retrieves his boxers from the floor and pulls them up his legs.

  There’s a question riding on the tip of my tongue that I’m nervous to ask. I say it while pulling the shirt over my head, so he can’t see the hesitation on my face. “Are you staying over?” I sound somewhat muffled when the cotton rubs against my lips.

  “Cass, I just had my mouth between your legs,” he replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. “You think I’m going to walk out of here ten minutes later? Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

  My body relaxes as I yank the shorts up my legs and tighten the string around my waist. Not only is it amazing that he’s staying but I also know I’ll sleep better with him at my side. There will be no Quinton fears when I’m in Lincoln’s arms.

  When Lincoln slides into bed with me, it’s comfortable. Without hesitation, he wraps his strong arm around me and drags me into him, my back pressing against his chest.

  Lying in his arms, I’ve never felt safer. At the point when I thought I was done with relationships, done with men, when my trust was the lowest it’d ever been, he stepped into my life and changed that.

  For the first time in what seems like forever, I fall to sleep without fear.

  Without wondering if someone will be sneaking in my house.

  I fall asleep in the arms of a man I know is perfect for me.

  And a man I’m afraid of losing.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lincoln

  My first morning waking up with Cassidy.

  We’re lying in her bed, side by side, having our own form of pillow talk. It’s been endless conversation since we woke up, our limbs tangled together like lost ropes and the heat of the other’s body a comfort. I fell asleep with Cassidy in my arms and woke up the same way�
��fucking heaven. As she slept, I stared down at her, not muttering a sound, and admired the woman who’d been stealing my heart little by little, day by day.

  If someone had told me before the party that this was where I’d end up this morning, I would’ve told them to shut the fuck up. No way did I think I’d finish the night with my tongue between Cassidy’s legs, tasting her sweet pussy, and then wrapping her in my arms.

  What led us here?

  Hours upon hours of conversation.

  Random phone calls and movie nights.

  A bond stronger than a diamond, shaped from friendship to intimacy.

  Sense of humors blended together like an expensive painting.

  Never has a woman understood, gotten me, or matched my personality better.

  I inhale a series of deep breaths as Cassidy curls up closer, her chest nearly pressing into mine, and I drape my arm over her waist.

  She sighs, resting her chin on my forearm to stare at me. “Remember when I asked what your favorite breakfast was all the time?”

  I chuckle at the memory. “Oh, I remember.”

  I always laughed and blew off the question, claiming she was crazy. Her interest wasn’t only on breakfast either. Over the course of us knowing each other, we revealed our front-runners of everything—breakfast, lunch, TV shows, movies, sexual positions.

  If Cassidy was curious about something, she asked.

  The same went for me.

  She smirks before dropping a kiss to my arm. “I have maple, strawberry, apple butter, and raspberry.”

  I raise a brow in question.

  “Pancakes are your favorite breakfast, but you never revealed your favorite syrup, so I bought a variety pack for when this morning came.”

  My gaze lingers on her, as I’m mesmerized that she took the time to do such a thing. “All this time, I assumed you were fucking with me.”

  “In the beginning, it was more of a flirt-buddy situation. I had recently been screwed over, so I wasn’t looking for a relationship. Guys were the last thing I was worried about … what I planned not to be worried about until you bulldozed your way into my life.”