by Terry Towers
Slipping her hand under his boxers she grasped his long, thick member as she leaned into him, her teeth gently nipping at the side of his neck. He groaned as she began to stroke him and her lips slowly made their way up his neck to his ear lobe.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Angel," he groaned, his hand slipping under her skirt once more, cupping her ass cheek and giving it a light squeeze.
"Why not? No one is watching." She nipped at his earlobe and pulled it into her mouth. "Even if they are, they don't know us."
"Fuck, Angel." He turned his head and claimed her lips with his, his hand creeping up her inner thigh, until he reached her hot, moist pussy.
Moaning against his lips, she bucked against his hand, her need for his cock filling her increasingly by the second. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and slid two fingers along the length of her slit from her anus to her clit, sending a jolt of need through her.
"God I want you, Link," she gasped, pulling her mouth from his and locking her gaze with his. Her thumb swept across the head of his cock, gathering the pre-cum and then pulling her hand away, she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked the salty cum as he watched, fascinated; gazing at her mouth, as it wrapped around her thumb and sucked it off.
He inhaled sharply, and thrust two fingers deep into her core. She cried out fisting the front of his shirt to keep from falling to the floor as her knees went weak from the sudden and unexpected invasion of his fingers. He pushed her back hard against the wall and his mouth began to travel its way down her neck, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh. She whimpered as each kiss and flick of his tongue sent another jolt of electricity though her.
As discretely as possible, she slid her hand under his boxers once more, and slipped his cock from his jeans, stroking it from base to tip.
"Are you sure?" he asked, seconds before capturing her lips with his, not waiting for a reply. By the urgent feel of his mouth on hers, she doubted that even if she changed her mind, she'd be able to stop the fire she'd created within him.
But she wanted to, more than anything else at that moment. The whole club could have been watching for all she cared, the thought of being watched only heightened her arousal. She needed his shaft thrusting up into her, relieving the building pressure between her legs.
She felt a cool breeze on her ass and realized that her skirt was now hiked up around her waist. Again, she didn't care; to her surprise it was actually turning her on. How many people she supposed were watching right now, watching her buck against him, and watching him stroking her drenched pussy?
"Fuck me, Link," She begged as his lips made their way back up her neck to hers.
Removing his fingers from her, he slipped his cock from her grasp and slid the head between her wet folds. Back and forth he moved it along her slit, making her tense against him in anticipation.
"How much do you want it, Angel?" he asked, his mouth at her jaw, working its way to her lips.
"So much. Oh God, you have no idea how badly I need you, Lincoln."
Her fingernails gripped onto his shoulders, digging deep into the flesh, attempting to gain some sort of control of herself, but it was a losing battle; her body needed him, needed him filling her to the hilt, stretching her tight pussy to its limits and making her come for him.
"Hold on." he growled, his lips crashing down on hers, his tongue forcing its way past her parted lips, and with his cock poking into her entrance, teasing her, and his hands grabbing her bare ass, he hoisted her up on his hips and slammed his cock deep into her, balls-deep, in one hard, fast thrust.
She cried out against his lips, thankful to have her screams of pleasure muffled by them. He pulled out until just the tip of his cock breached her core and then slammed in once again. Again she cried out, holding tight to him.
"Such a bad girl." He chastised pulling his lips from hers and again kissing his way down her neck. She dropped her head to the side, allowing him better access to the tender, sensitive flesh, loving the shivers that were rushing through her at the feel of his lips.
"Oh yes, bad," she agreed.
His cock withdrew and slammed into her again. Her mind was numb; the rush of pleasure shooting through her with every thrust he made in addition to the thought of people watching was making her head spin. Making her crazy with desire and sending her body rapidly to the point of climax.
"You like being watched, Angel? People seeing me fucking you."
His voice echoed in her mind, urging her on.
"Yes, God yes, I want them to see." She began bucking against him, her hips meeting his with each and every thrust. Her pussy was throbbing, so close to release the anticipation brought tears to her eyes.
Slipping a hand to the back of her head, he fisted her hair and gave it a tug, forcing her eyes to meet his, "I can't wait to take you home, bury my face in your pussy."
Oh sweet lord! She whimpered as his tongue roughly forced its way between her lips, forcing hers into submission. Waves of pleasure crashed over her and her pussy clenched, milking his cock. And then she was coming, coming so hard and fast all she could do was pull her lips from his, bury her face against his neck and hold on as wave after wave of intense, heated pleasure rocked through her.
Once the final wave washed over her she looked up and realized that she must have screamed out as she came as a number of people in the club were watching them intently. For a moment she froze, as the realization of what was going on caught up with her.
"Good girl," her moment of modesty quickly vanished with Link's voice as he gave her hair another tug and brought his lips back down onto hers. She began bucking against him again, the fire within her once more ignited.
Her warm juices slowly seeped past his cock and made their way down her inner thighs. His tongue explored her mouth as he pressed her tightly against the wall once again.
"I'm coming, honey," he growled in her ear. "And you're coming with me." He released her hair and cupped her mound; parting her folds his fingers began stroking her clit as his cock continued hammering into her.
Yesyesyes, the words seemed to vibrate in through her, as if on a sound loop in her head. Over and over the sensations rushed through her as she was taken to the edge once more, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Then, seconds later, she found herself spiralling over the edge once again, her pussy clenching around him, urging him to his own release.
Lincoln removed his fingers from her clit, grabbed her ass in both hands and pressed her hard against the wall a final time as he shot his load deep into her. He groaned as he shot spurt after spurt into her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. Panting, he pressed his forehead to hers, and closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to calm himself.
"My god, you're amazing, Lincoln," Angelique gasped. He opened up his eyes and smiled down at her and it was then she heard it. The music seemed to come back, filling her ears, but something else. Oh-my-God! People were clapping and there were several cheers. Peering over his shoulder as he pulled out of her and tucked himself away after helping her with her skirt, she was mortified to realize the source of the ruckus.
Them!
"Ummm, Link," she nodding her head towards the dozen or so people who had been watching them and seemed to have enjoyed the show immensely.
Looking back over his shoulder, his eyes followed her to the group of people watching them. He then looked down at her and grinned, his face, however, reddening slightly. "Well, it was your idea..."
Chapter 7
He'd never known a woman who could make him lose control as effortlessly as Angelique. It was as though she had some sort of mystical hold on him that made him overlook reason and accountability and just do what he pleased, acting on impulse and emotion without any regard for the consequences. It made him feel out of control, and he didn't like that feeling, but at the same time, he loved the freedom of being able to let go. Lincoln was in serious trouble, treading on dangerous ground and he knew it.
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sp; "How come you're the way that you are?" Angelique asked from the passenger seat of the Impala as they drove back to the motel.
Frowning he glanced over at her for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you're so closed off. Tonight you actually let loose and had fun, and I have to give you credit, you can't dance worth a shit, but you tried. Then we get into the car and you turn back to being, well - and don't take this the wrong way…" she reached over and touched his arm, "you."
With a loud sigh, Lincoln noticed a rest area and pulled the car into it, parking. Turning in his seat he looked over at her and considered how much he wanted to reveal to her. Did she genuinely care or was it the reporter in her needing to know, for no other purpose than to know? She chewed at her bottom lip and, as his eyes locked with hers, he saw the concern reflected in them so decided to trust her.
"Look Angel. It's not you. It’s how you make me feel."
She remained silent, waiting for him to explain further.
He ran a hand through his hair as he attempted to gather his thoughts. Fuck it! "I was married once. About five years ago."
She nodded, but again didn't speak though he had her complete attention.
"Her name was Rebecca, she was a good woman, but doing what I do, I'm on the road a lot. Maybe more than I should be."
Angelique nodded, but again didn't interrupt, however her expression told him she had an idea as to where the story was leading.
"Things started to not feel right, if you know what I mean. There just seemed to be a growing distance between us so, on one particular job I came home a few days early and didn't tell her; I just watched her and I soon found out the reason why her attitude had changed."
Angelique cringed. "Another man?"
Lincoln nodded his confirmation.
"Oh."
"So we got a divorce and I decided that it would be in my best interest to just keep to myself. Work..."
"Any relationships, girlfriend, anyone since her?"
"None, it's better that way."
"So you don't ever..."
He shook his head. "No. I think, at least for now, it’s better this way.""
She eyed him with a doubtful expression on her face as he turned back in his seat, started the car back up, shifted it into gear and attempted to convince himself it was for the best.
What could he offer a woman, really? He was on the road constantly, so she'd always worry about where he was, and he would always wonder in the back of his mind if she was alone in bed, or if someone was with her.
No, it was better this way, he told himself.
****
Angelique wanted to press more, find out about this woman who'd cheated on a man like Lincoln. She could hardly believe it. Despite their differences over the past couple of days, she'd learned that he was a good man, honest, proud. Not to mention all he had to do was look at her with those hungry steel grey eyes of his and she melted.
Sure she’d liked to bust his balls, and considering he was taking her to jail, she felt she was within her rights to give him a little bit of shit. But, if the circumstances were different, there was no way she'd do anything to hurt him. The idea of wanting another man when you had a man like Lincoln was unthinkable in her mind
"Link."
He glanced over at her as he pulled into the parking lot of the 'Sleep and Go' motel.
"For what it's worth I think your ex is an idiot."
He chuckled as he parked the car and then glanced back over at her. "You think so, huh?"
"Yeah, you're an amazing catch." she paused and gave him the same smirk she'd given him when he'd slipped on the oil she spilt at the coffee house, "Despite the lack of dance skills."
Lincoln huffed and got out of the car grumbling to himself. She couldn't make out what he was saying but she had a feeling whatever it was, it was for the best that she couldn't hear him. Grinning, Angelique opened her door and hopped out before he had a chance to make it around the car to open it for her.
"You know, I have no idea what it is about women and dancing that is so appealing," he grumbled as he closed her door, locked it and then took her hand as they walked to the door of their motel room.
Angelique glanced down at their entwined fingers and was a little surprised by the gesture as they walked. Normally she wouldn't have thought anything of a man she was dating holding her hand; however, she wasn't dating Lincoln. But it felt so natural - so appropriate.
Reaching the door he paused and stared at their interlaced fingers and his face went blank as if he were realizing the potential meaning behind it. A look of uncertainty crossed his face, mirroring what she was feeling inside as he locked gazes with her. Fucking was one thing; it could be blamed on needing to be comforted, or simply giving into your primal urges in the heat of the moment. But the small gesture of taking her hand absentmindedly opened the door up to something more, something she knew they could never have together. He let her hand slip from his fingers, and turned his attention to unlocking the door and ushering her inside.
Once inside and with the door closed behind them, Lincoln kicked off his shoes and then shed his jacket and hung it on the rack next to the door, avoiding eye contact with Angelique. An awkward silence fell over the room as they both prepared for bed.
After ten minutes of virtually ignoring her as he went about his business, Angelique couldn't take it any longer. "What wrong, Link?" As if she didn't already know.
For the first time since they had stepped into the room he looked at her, catching her eyes, a blank expression on his face. "Nothing," he replied pulling his gaze from hers and raking a nervous hand through his hair. "I don't need to cuff you tonight, do I?"
She took a tentative step towards him, then another closing the distance between them until she was standing in front of him, looking up at him and pressing her palms to his chest. "I'm not running, Link."
He ran the back of his hand across her cheek and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I wish you would," he whispered.
Angelica's heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat. "What?" she finally managed to gasp out. "What do you mean by that?"
He lowered his eyes to meet hers, and ran his thumb along her lower lip. She parted her lips, and took his thumb into her mouth. Sucking in a sharp breath, he watched fascinated for a moment, before removing his thumb.
"I have to take you in, Angelique. They know I have you. They expect you to be delivered in three days."
Angelique nodded. "I know."
"I have to fucking take you in and God help me, I don't want to."
She attempted a smile, and partially succeeded. "We still have three days. Maybe I can figure something out."
Lincoln shook his head. "I'll give you some money. Run Angelique. You said yourself there's no way you're getting off. I've read your case... Baby, there's no way they're letting you walk. At least if you run you have a chance."
"You said yourself the other day that running isn't the answer, that running and looking over my shoulder is no better than prison." She hadn't believed his argument, but she didn't want him to feel guilty about doing his job.
"That was before I knew you, Angel."
"We've only known each other a couple of days; we barely know each other, Link."
"And that's what makes what I'm starting to feel for you so damn terrifying."
Angelique paused, uncertain as to whether or not she should press him harder. Looking into his eyes, torn with emotion, guilt, frustration, tenderness... Such a vast array of emotion that she couldn't keep herself from pressing, and then holding her breath on his reply. "And how are you starting to feel?"
Lincoln didn't say a word, but instead raked a hand through her hair and then lowered his mouth to hers, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulling her tight against him. His lips lightly danced across hers and she sighed, her hands fisting the front of his t-shirt. She longed to pull his lips down harder onto hers, but restrained herself, instead savou
ring the tenderness he was showing her.
"You've been such a pain in my ass, Angelique," he murmured, his lips moving along her jaw, towards her neck. "Everything that has happened between us is wrong."
His lips touched her neck and an electric jolt rushed through her while the juices between her legs began to gather uncomfortably. She ground against the hard ridge of his cock, under his jeans, attempting to relieve the building tension, but instead only making it worse. Releasing his shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dropped her head back, allowing him better access to the sensitive skin.
He slowly walked her backwards, until the back of her legs hit the bed, while his lips moved back up her neck and then captured hers. He kissed her softly, tenderly and she felt herself melting into him as he slipped a hand under her thighs, swept her from her feet and then lowered her gently onto one of the two double beds in the room. Stretching out beside her, he propped himself up with one arm, while his free hand slowly moved up her leg, beginning at the thigh and slowly inching upwards.
Angelique turned to her side to face him, and tugged the hem of his t-shirt up his hard, toned abdominals, admiring the firm muscle as it was revealed to her. Once it reached his chest, he pulled it off entirely and tossed it to the floor. "Just so you know, you're not a walk in the park to be around either," she teased, her eyes leaving the beautiful muscle to catch his.
"No?" he raised a curious brow at her, but a grin touched his lips.
"Nope," Angelique confirmed as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest. "But I can forgive you."
His hand reached the hem of her skirt, but instead of moving further up and under it, he reached behind her and unzipped the back. With the zipper undone he pulled the material down her hips, legs and then tossed it to the floor with his shirt, leaving her lower half naked for his eyes to feast upon, though her top and bra soon followed, leaving her completely naked beside him.
Resting his hand back on her thigh, it continued its journey up her outer thigh to the curve of her hip and down along her waist. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, willing him to slip his fingers between her legs to help release the building tension between them.