All of You

by Jenni Wilder

  “Oh God, Lincoln. That feels so good,” I moaned.

  “Move, baby.” He urged me up with his hand on my hip. I flexed my thighs, rose up, and came back down.

  I cried out with sensation and I heard Lincoln groan loudly. I threw my head back and clenched at his strong forearms. “Holy shit. Ahh! Baby, that feels amazing,” I said, almost incapable of forming words as I continued to ride him.

  “Jillian!” Lincoln moaned as I rose up and came down on him again. He was still stroking my folds, and I was quickly becoming overwhelmed with feeling. I rose up and impaled myself on him again and again, riding him and thrusting against his hips, crying out. I could feel my muscles begin to contract around him as I neared my orgasm. Tingles of pleasure started to form inside me as he thrust into me, matching my rhythm. I cried out as I came apart on top of him. He drove into me a final time, pleasure completely overtaking both of us. I heard Lincoln grunt and groan as he found his release as well and we both shuddered and stilled. He flexed into me instinctually a few more times as his pleasure waned.

  Breathing hard, I collapsed on to his chest. He wound his arms around me and held me against him, still buried inside me. I loved it.

  We lay like that for a long while. Lincoln would occasionally kiss the top of my head and squeeze his arms around me but I had no words for him. I don’t know if the right words existed to describe what we had just experienced.

  I finally shifted forward, flinching as he pulled out of me, and lay next to him, still overcome with what had just happened.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said quietly, kissing me on the top of my head before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. I admired his bare ass as he walked away from me, and I smiled to myself. I chuckled as a surprising overwhelming urge to pinch his butt cheeks came over me. I shook my head at myself and reached for the blankets and comforter that had been pushed to the end of the bed. I lay back and tucked the covers under my arms feeling completely satisfied and happy.

  Lincoln exited the bathroom. He had disposed of the condom and walked back to the bed completely naked. He pulled back the covers and crawled in, wrapping himself around me. He laid his head on my chest, clutched my scarred hip, and sighed with pleasure. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Mmm...” I replied and ran my hands over his skin, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

  “Thank you for that, Princess. I got my birthday wish.”

  I ran my fingers through his hair. “What was that?”

  He tipped his head up and looked me deep in the eyes. “I wished for you. All of you,” he told me softly. “I love you.”

  My heart clenched with joy, and I smiled at him. “I love you too, baby.” We kissed sweetly before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

  ~~~~~~~~

  I woke up the next morning with Lincoln still wrapped around me, but now my bladder was screaming for attention. As much as I hated to get out of bed, I attempted to roll away from Lincoln, but he squeezed me tighter in his sleep. Bad move, I thought as my bladder protested. I attempted to untangle myself without waking him but when he started clutching at me and laughing, I knew I had failed. I giggled at his attempts to hold on to me as I swatted his hands away but when he began tickling me I screamed playfully.

  “Stop!” I cried between laughs. “I really have to pee!”

  He laughed but finally relented.

  I scampered quickly to the bathroom. Despite everything we had done last night I still wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with being naked in front of him. I sat down to relieve myself but, once I noticed the proof of the loss of my virginity, I decided a quick shower was in order.

  I stepped back into the bedroom a short while later, wearing the jersey I had worn the night before. It fell several inches below my hips, and I felt sort of sexy wearing it and only it. Especially since Lincoln had liked it so much last night.

  It appeared he had fallen back to sleep on his stomach while I was in the shower. The bedspread was pushed down past his hips and my mouth watered at the sight of his delicious muscles. I crawled up next to him, letting my wavy dark hair hang down over one shoulder.

  Kneeling on the bed, I sat back on my feet and watched him doze. When I could no longer contain myself, I leaned forward and nuzzled his face while running my hand across the small of his back and squeezing his tight behind. “You, sir, have the most gorgeous behind,” I said with a smile when Lincoln finally awoke.

  Lincoln hummed softly and kissed me out of the corner of his mouth. I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “I want to grab it and squeeze it as you move inside me.”

  Lincoln’s eyes flew open and he rolled to his side, suddenly wide awake. “Well, your wish is my command, Princess.” He sat up so he was level with me, cupped the back of my head with his hand, and pulled my mouth to his, kissing me deeply.

  Lust rushed through me, and I clutched at his body. I grabbed his butt cheeks as he moved to kneel over me and pushed me down against the bed, never breaking the kiss.

  “You look so sexy like this,” he said, pulling back from me to gaze down at the #14 jersey I was wearing.

  He was naked, and I could feel him growing hard. He grasped the top of my thighs and slid his hands under my jersey. He bent down and began trailing kisses up my body as he pushed the jersey up. When he exposed my breasts and began massaging them, I reached down and pulled the jersey over my head and tossed it on the floor next to the bed. Lincoln took a nipple in his mouth and groaned against my flesh. I echoed his groan and shivered with pleasure as he caressed my nipple with his tongue.

  Now that I knew how good he could make me feel, I felt the pleasure quickly building inside me. He was damn good with his tongue, but I wanted him to fill me.

  “Inside me, Lincoln. I need you inside me,” I panted.

  Lincoln shot an arm out toward the nightstand on his side of the bed. He fumbled around blindly, not taking his mouth off my nipple, knocking several items off the top before finding the pull knob for the drawer. He opened it slightly, reached his hand inside, and pulled out a condom. He pushed it into my hand and sat back on my legs, his knees on either side of my hips. I looked at the condom and then back to him, suddenly shy.

  “It’s easy, baby,” he said with a smirk.

  “Hey, no laughing at the newbie.” I frowned.

  He laughed and kissed me. “I’m sorry, Princess. I’m not trying to laugh at you. It’s actually seriously arousing.”

  “It is?” I doubted that.

  “The first guy you put a condom on is me? Oh yeah, that makes me hard, baby.” He grabbed my hands and slowly guided me to open the package. He moved his hand over mine and directed my fingers to slide the condom out. “Pinch the tip like that,” he instructed me. His voice had gotten deep and husky. “Now just roll it on me.” he said, letting his hands fall away.

  I looked up at him as I ran my free hand over the length of him. He let his eyelids droop and his head fall back slightly with a groan as I stroked him. He inhaled deeply. “The condom, baby,” he said, and I slowly rolled it on him.

  Once it was all the way to his base, I bit my lip and looked at him for approval. He was looking down at me lovingly and ran his hands up my waist, over my ribs, and cupped my breasts. He leaned down to kiss me deeply and I whimpered into his mouth, wrapping my arms around him. He moved over me, positioned himself between my legs and gently pushed inside me. I arched my back as I felt him enter me.

  “Does that hurt, baby? Are you sore?” he asked halting his advance.

  “No, I’m fine. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

  I slid my hands down his back and clenched his butt pulling him in tighter against me. This is what I wanted.

  I moaned as he thrust the rest of the way into me, and he groaned deeply.

  “You feel so amazing, Jillian,” he said as he moved in and out of me.

  I threw my head back and whimpered with pleasure. I dug my fingernails into the skin at the
bottom of the curves of his ass and surrendered myself to the sensation of his movements. He gasped and dropped his head to suck mindlessly on my breast as he pressed into me, harder and harder. My legs quivered and I squeezed his backside tightly one last time while shuddering under him. I cried out as I climaxed.

  “Jillian! Auhhh!” he yelled out before moving into me one last time and stiffening as he released into me. We froze against each other as our shared pleasure overtook us before Lincoln finally collapsed on me.

  I massaged the muscles in his butt as he lay on top of me while we both recovered. I hummed happily every time my muscles squeezed him as I enjoyed the aftershocks of my orgasm and Lincoln’s heavy weight on top of me.

  Finally he pulled out and rolled off me. He removed the condom and threw it in the trash next to the nightstand before snuggling up next to me, kissing my shoulder. I sighed as I enjoyed this moment of total and complete bliss.

  “I didn’t know you had such a thing for asses,” he teased.

  I giggled and scooted down so we were face-to-face. “I didn’t either. Must just be yours.”

  “Better be just mine. I think you might have drawn blood,” he said, continuing to tease me. “I can’t wait to see what the guys in the locker room say when they see your claw marks.”

  I turned bright red and covered my mouth as I gasped in horror. “Oh my God! Lincoln! They aren’t really going to see, are they?” I asked, not knowing if he was still teasing.

  He laughed loudly. “Well, it wouldn’t be the worst thing we’ve ever seen in the locker room, believe me.”

  I giggled at that before Lincoln stroked my arm and kissed the end of my nose. “Let’s shower.”

  “I already did,” I reminded him.

  “So?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

  I smiled and nodded, but then frowned when I heard my phone signal low battery. “I’ll be in a minute. I just want to plug my phone in.”

  Lincoln grinned widely before kissing me deeply. He got out of bed, grabbed another condom from the drawer, waggled his eyebrows at me with a smirk, and walked to the bathroom.

  My face erupted in a giant smile, and I giggled at him with glee. I was beyond happy.

  I heard the shower start up, and I scampered out of bed, eager to join him. Digging through my overnight bag, I frowned as I realized I forgot to pack my phone charger. Lincoln must have one around here somewhere, I thought.

  I searched the dresser and closet but came up empty. Logically, there should be a charger next to the bed. At least, that’s where mine always was. I knelt next to the bed to look under it, searching for any hidden outlets or power strips it would be plugged into. I frowned and sat back when I didn’t see any.

  A glint of light from the partially opened drawer on the nightstand caught my eye and I realized that’s probably where a charger would be. I stood up to get a better view into the drawer and saw light reflecting off more condom packets. I pulled the drawer open farther and giggled when I saw just how many condoms Lincoln had stashed in there.

  I grabbed a handful and held them up, partially excited, partially worried about the plans he apparently had for me. He expected to be a busy man. I hope I can keep up, I thought to myself and giggled.

  I put the condoms back and pulled the drawer open farther. I smiled as I saw a pair of panties bunched up next to the condoms. It was the pair I left in Lincoln’s bed the first time I stayed over. He had saved them. The thought made a bubble of joy rise up in my chest.

  I scanned the rest of the drawer but failed to find a phone charger. Seriously? I thought to myself. I was about to close the drawer and give up when a piece of paper caught my eye. It was folded in quarters and lying next to my panties. My eyes had passed over it the first time I scanned the drawer and thought it of little consequence. But this time something made me do a double take. Before I could stop myself, I reached for it, unfolded it and gasped in horror, falling back on to the bed.

  ~~~~~~~~

  Lincoln had called to me several times from the shower and now stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still dripping wet. “What are you doing?” he asked me as I threw more items into my overnight bag. I was now fully dressed and haphazardly repacking.

  “I’m packing,” I said gruffly without looking up at him.

  He took a step closer. “Why?”

  “Because I’m leaving.”

  “Oookay… where are we going?”

  “We’re not going anywhere. I’m leaving and never coming back,” I said, and my voice broke.

  Lincoln was next to me in an instant. “Baby, what are you talking about?” he asked with a hint of panic in his voice. He hooked his finger under my chin and tried to pull my face towards him. “You’re crying. What’s wrong?”

  “Leave me alone, Lincoln. Just leave me alone,” I said, defeated, and I grabbed my bag off the bed.

  “Leave you alone?” he asked confused. “Tell me what’s wrong, Jillian. Did I—did I hurt you?”

  My eyes finally flashed to his, but I’m sure any love that was once there had been replaced by burning rage.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Explain this!” I demanded and held out Mackenzie’s picture of me. His face paled as he recognized it, and he glanced at the nightstand. “Yeah, I found it. Now get the hell out of my way, you bastard.” I pushed past him and marched toward the bedroom door.

  “No! Jillian, listen to me. Let me explain!” He grabbed the strap of my bag, forcing me to stop and turn toward him. He clutched at it, not letting me go. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you.”

  I crossed my arms and waited, knowing nothing he said at this point would make a difference.

  “The day after Mackenzie saw us at the Winter Festival, she came up to me after a game. She said she knew what you were hiding from me. I shouldn’t have played into her trap, but if she had some information on you, I wanted to know what it was. She gave me that picture and made another attempt at getting with me. She thought the picture would scare me away from you, but she didn’t realize I was already in love with you.” Lincoln’s voice took on a tone of hope. “I already loved you at that point, Jillian. You were already the most beautiful thing in my world; that picture didn’t change anything.”

  I stared at him in disbelief, and I could see Lincoln’s face fall as he realized nothing he was saying was going to break me.

  “You’ve had this picture since the day after the Winter Festival??” I asked him, shocked. I had assumed the tabloid photographer had given it to him just days ago.

  Lincoln nodded sadly. “I wanted to tell you. Please believe me. I didn’t want to hide it from you, but I also didn’t want you to be upset. I thought maybe after last night, you would feel more comfortable with yourself and with me, and I’d be able to tell you without you freaking out. Please forgive me,” he begged. His eyes were pleading with me. He knew he had royally fucked up.

  “Forgive you?!” I exploded. “I don’t even believe you!” I was astounded by his audacity. I couldn’t believe I was still here listening to this crap. I turned to leave, but he held my bag.

  “What’s that supposed to mean? It’s the truth!” He sounded angry.

  “Yeah, right! You and Mackenzie probably had this all worked out from the beginning. Seduce the poor, ugly, fucked up, burned girl. Make her believe you love her and then what? Hold me down and take more pictures of me?”

  Lincoln gasped in shock. He let go of my bag as the power of my words hit him. “You really think I would do that?! I love you, Jillian! I would never hurt you!” Lincoln was furious, but I didn’t care anymore.

  “You already have, Lincoln,” I said with a sniffle as I tried to stop my tears. “I don’t know why either of you thinks I deserve to be treated like this, but I don’t. I never did anything to her or you. Just leave me alone. Please. I can’t take any more. Tell Mackenzie she’s won, again.” I wrenched open the bedroom door and turned my back to Lincoln.

&n
bsp; I fled out of his bedroom, and I heard him call after me as I broke into a sprint across his man cave and ran upstairs. I halted as I saw Deacon and my sister smiling and feeding each other fruit at the kitchen counter. Rebecca sat up when she saw I was upset.

  “We’re leaving. Now,” I told my sister.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, standing and approaching me. I was grateful to see she was dressed and her overnight bag was sitting by the front door.

  “We’re leaving!” I repeated and frantically grabbed Rebecca’s arm, ushering her toward the front door. I could hear Lincoln’s footsteps rushing up the stairs and knew he was coming after me.

  Rebecca was putting on her coat as Lincoln grabbed me from behind and spun me around to face him.

  “Don’t leave. Don’t leave me, Jillian. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but you’ve got everything wrong. None of what you said is true!” Lincoln said in full-on panic mode.

  “Dude, what’s going on?” Deacon asked as he appeared next to his teammate. No one answered him, however, and Lincoln continued to plead with me.

  Rebecca handed me my coat, the one Lincoln had bought me. I took one look at it and shoved it at Lincoln. He stared at the coat and then at me, tears welling in his eyes.

  I dropped the coat at his feet. “Good-bye, Lincoln,” I said in a cold, dead voice.

  He dropped to his knees and grabbed my hand, surprising everyone. “Don’t do this, Princess. I love you. I can’t be without you,” he begged.

  My eyes fluttered from Lincoln to Rebecca and Deacon. They both looked confused and concerned. I pried my hand out from Lincoln’s and walked out the door without a coat and fled to the car without looking back.

  I would no longer let myself care about Lincoln Monaghan. I had been right from the beginning. Everyone ends up the same, and the only people I could rely on were my family.

  Rebecca joined me at the car, and we both got in and fastened our seatbelts. My sister started the car in silence, but before she could drive away, Lincoln surged against my car window. I was astounded to see he was still only wearing the towel wrapped around his waist but now had boots on to protect his feet from the snow. He frantically pulled on the door handle but Rebecca had locked the doors after we got in out of habit.