by Petrova, Em
Something flared in his eyes, and he hissed at the change, and she smiled up at him in satisfaction. He was still cool and collected, but she was well on her way to making him come undone, and she loved the power she held over him.
Vanessa gripped her breast through her shirt, finding an erect nipple, and tweaked it, watching Linc closely. His hands were now fisted at his sides, as if he were mentally restraining himself. Resuming her work on his cock, she sucked it back into her mouth as her hand drifted lower.
“That’s it, Van. Touch yourself.” His palms flattened on the wall behind him as she worked him over, as well as herself. Her fingers sank inside her shorts, finding the predictable wetness, and she moaned around her mouthful. “Fuck, that’s fucking hot,” he whispered in a tortured groan as more hisses of air escaped between words.
She continued sucking him, working her hands up and down his shaft, pulling her own spit as lubrication, and when he grew harder and started twitching, she kept on through his grunts of warning, needing to taste him as he came.
Which he did. Hot cum coated her tongue as it jetted out of him in ropey spurts. His low grunts had turned to gasps as she jacked him into her mouth. When he stopped, he was still hard, and the sounds had turned to something along the lines of a cooing groan.
She was proud of that. Linc’s entire body twitched and jerked with the come down of his release, but he scooped her into his arms and walked out to his truck, his pants still undone.
“What are you doing?” She was still high off of making him come so explosively. She couldn’t imagine what he was doing now.
“I’m taking you away from the house. That was the hardest damn orgasm I’ve ever had and I had to be quiet through all of it. I want you somewhere we can talk a minute and I don’t want your dad to hear it.”
He sounded angry, and he was walking like he was mad, and for the life of her, Vanessa couldn’t imagine what she’d done to make him that way.
“Are you actually pissed at me?” she asked him, bewildered, but still with an ache between her legs she needed to relieve.
He dropped his tailgate and deposited her on it before taking a step back and rubbing the back of his head. “This isn’t about sex for me, Vanessa. If that’s all it is for you, I need to know now, before I get too invested. But I won’t use you like that. Please don’t be using me.” His tortured voice reverberated through the darkness, chilling her heated skin.
What? She couldn’t disguise the hurt suddenly flowing through her. “You don’t want sex?”
“Of course I want sex, Vanessa,” he practically yelled but managed to keep his voice low enough to not wake her dad. “But I want more. I want the whole package, and if you’re not willing to give me everything, we need to stop. I can get sex from Cindy. But I want a relationship with you.” He watched her reaction, so she spoke clearly, even though Cindy’s name right after what Vanessa had just done wasn’t on her list of favorites.
Vanessa straightened her spine and leaned forward as she spoke, intent on finally getting through to Linc. “Okay. Here’s the deal. I was really looking forward to our date, and when we couldn’t go out tonight, I wanted something to make up for it. So I tasted you.” She shrugged. “I still want all the other stuff, but we can’t actually do a lot of it with my dad sleeping in my bed tonight, and besides, all that other stuff takes time, right? This was just a little appetizer until then. Sex is part of being a couple, unless you don’t want it until marriage…” He snorted at that, but it was a self-deprecating snort that Vanessa ignored. Instead, she poked him in the chest with her finger. “But if you ever compare me to Cindy again, we will be finished. Do you understand?” She held her breath at the ultimatum, afraid he might balk at it, but it was a total deal breaker. She was better than that.
He seemed to relax a little, and Vanessa exhaled in relief. In her next breath, Linc’s mouth was on hers, and his hands were freaking everywhere. She couldn’t catch her breath through the sensations. Linc’s lips assaulted hers while his hands were systematically stripping her clothes off. First her shirt, then her shorts, then her pretty panties, until she was naked under his raw, penetrating scrutiny.
“Your turn,” he mused, taking a step back. As if now he’d gotten her naked, he needed to admire his handiwork. Vanessa preened under the attention.
“You going to make me scream now?” she asked, arching her back, pushing her breasts closer to him. Her skin was hot; even being exposed to the cool night air wasn’t alleviating anything. She squirmed as he watched, his desperate gaze raking across her skin.
Hell. Yeah.
“No. You are.” He smirked at her and even as confusing as his words were, she had to admit that smirk did something to her. “Touch yourself. Finish what you started up there.” His chin jutted toward her porch. “I want to see you pleasure yourself. How you like it.”
Well, she liked her toys but wasn’t about to wake her dad to find them. Linc distracted her from her thoughts of her dad, thank God, as he pulled himself out and began stroking himself, still hard.
With a whimper, she relented, one hand at her breast and the other at her folds. Tweaking a nipple, she twisted it into a stiff peak while her other hand plunged two fingers into her pussy. She let out a gasp about the same time Linc groaned. She watched him, unable to take her eyes away from the man pleasuring himself in front of her while he watched her. And he watched. Holy hell, did he watch.
It was as if a nuclear bomb could detonate in her cabin and Linc would still be wholly focused on her fingers in her drenched pussy. As they plunged in and out, his piercing gaze followed every moment as his hand stroked his dick.
Yeah. That was totally hot.
When her fingers came out and circled her poorly neglected clit, Vanessa couldn’t help but writhe on the tailgate of the truck. Sparks of pleasure combusted. It felt so good, the sensations heightened by the fact this man watched her so intently, as if taking notes.
She let out a low moan and started panting as her climax neared. It certainly wasn’t taking much, especially with how turned on she’d been when she started. Then she got an idea. It wasn’t exactly what he’d said, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Come here. Feel me come around your finger, Linc,” she whispered.
His eyes snapped to her face for the first time since she’d started, and excitement lit up his face. He took the two steps toward her, then sank a thick, calloused finger inside her, watching it as it disappeared. He removed it, replacing the one finger with two, stretching Vanessa.
“Fuck,” he gasped, still gripping himself, his knuckles whitening under the strain.
“Oh yeah, Linc,” Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut as the climax ripped through her. His fingers, her fingers, his eyes, knowing this was for him as much as her for some reason, all culminated in one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever had. Her pussy clamped down on his finger and her legs trembled while she squeezed her tit in a death grip, totally overtaken with the ecstatic pain of orgasm.
When she came to herself enough to open her eyes, she was covered in Linc’s cum, and he had collapsed on the tailgate next to her, breathing tattered breaths.
“Jesus Christ, Vanessa,” Linc breathed at her. “This is turning into the hottest night of my life.” He chuckled, but continued, “I don’t really want to go home, just to see what else happens, but I’ve got to.” Never mind she was laid out, naked as a jaybird in his truck, still boneless, he was still doing the ‘right thing.’ She mentally rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, okay. Just don’t move your truck. I’m not ready to go in, yet,” she gasped in reply.
Instead of kicking her out to leave, Linc rolled over and tucked her under his arm for a cuddle. There was nowhere else Vanessa would rather be. While they caught their breath, she watched the stars, marveling at how clear everything looked out here.
Yeah, she was going to like living here, regardless of what her dad thought about it.
Sometime later, they might have dozed,
or maybe just laid there falling in and out of oblivion, they rose and dressed each other. It was a sweet end to an amazing day full of ups and downs. Linc kissed her, promised to see her again tomorrow, then left.
When Vanessa went inside, her phone rang. She answered it quietly, not thinking to check until after she’d answered, just assuming it was Linc.
She was wrong.
The whispered voice on the other end of the line sent chills racing up her spine.
“I saw you. Naughty girl.” Click.
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Linc was trying not to think about tonight, and what had happened between them, but that was really all that was on his mind. Vanessa was disappointed they didn’t get their date and had given him the world’s most epic blowjob instead. That told him exactly what her expectations were of the date, and that scared the hell out of him.
Linc went to The Pint to talk to the only friend he had. Nick was restocking the wall behind the bar out of a box at his feet when Linc came in.
“Hey, buddy. How’s doin’?” he tossed over his shoulder as Linc settled his ass on a stool. Thankfully, the bar was empty.
“I’ve got a problem and don’t know who to talk to about it.”
With a creak in his back and a groaning sigh, Nick ambled over, suddenly seeming much older. “Occupational hazard, I guess. Lay it on me.”
“I got a date with Vanessa,” Linc offered, just getting started.
“Then why do you sound like she’s a gas chamber?”
All Linc could think about were those books she and his sister and those other women read. The books where all the men were the perfect lovers who knew exactly which buttons to push to make the women scream their names. In fact, as far as he knew, he was looking for a button, or a pearl, or a slick nub, or a bundle of nerve endings. What the hell was down there?
“I’m afraid she’s going to want more than I can offer her, and I need to be perfect.”
Nick looked at him with his head cocked to the side—as if Linc had just spoken a foreign language—but didn’t speak.
“I don’t have that much experience with women. I have no idea how to please them.” When Nick didn’t move, he clarified after making sure the bar was still empty. “In bed,” he grumbled.
“What about Cindy?”
“What about her? All we do is fuck. I’ve never gone down on her, and I’m pretty sure all the noises she makes are fake. It never mattered.” Linc twisted his hands and Nick took pity on him, unscrewing a beer top and sliding it to him.
“What about before Cindy?”
Linc took a deep breath. “Seven years of state induced abstinence while I was in prison and a few girls in high school before that.” At Nick’s disbelieving look, he continued, desperate for an answer. “The thing is, it never mattered if the girl got off, but Vanessa’s different.” He was a pussy. Hands down. Dudes didn’t talk about this shit. He just needed to go get a Penthouse magazine and hope for some tips.
“So you came to me for help?” The shit-eating grin that spread over his buddy’s face would have made Linc want to punch him if he hadn’t been so fucking right.
He nodded, looking at his beer for answers.
“It’s easy. If she matters, you show her.” He pulled a beer from the cooler and opened it, taking a long pull before continuing. “You worship her. If you don’t know what she likes, you take the time to find out.” Another swig. “That actually makes it better, sometimes. Slow and steady, you know?”
They sat in silence for a while. Finally, Linc broke it with, “They have so many parts. Nipples, clits, G-spots… How do you know which ones work?”
A sly grin spread across Nick’s face. “Man, finding all that shit’s half the fun.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Linc felt like a fool, but he just decided every time something pussified was about to come out of his mouth, he’d kiss her instead. So that’s what he did. And she didn’t seem to mind all that much. Of course, he had a constant erection to deal with now. He kissed her at every stoplight on the way to the only place to eat in town, praying to whoever was listening that nobody said anything to him that would give away his past. He would tell her, just not tonight.
He probably should be saying some of these things he was thinking out loud: like how amazing she smelled, how the color of her dress made him think of summer days picking flowers, and how he just wanted to suck on her toes for a while. But he knew if he said them out loud, he would feel like an idiot. So he kissed her.
He followed Vanessa closely into the diner and eased himself into the booth next to her, resting his arm across the top of the seat. He liked the way it gave the illusion his arm was around her. It also sent out a clear sense of ownership. If he were across from her, they could be friends, but with him next to her like this, it was obvious they were more.
“So… how far into the diary are you?” he asked, pleased when her cheeks flushed and a gleam came to her eyes. She told him about Emily and Isaack, and Linc honestly couldn’t wait to read it, to share it with her.
“I’ve got about half of it left, I think. I really hope they get together. I wish she realized that just because he’s a Union Soldier doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. If she loves him, they need to be together, because it’s obvious to me he loves her.” Slashes of red marked her cheeks as she spoke, and the red flush spread deliciously down.
He allowed the hope inside him to bubble to the surface. “You believe in the power of love, then?” If she felt this way about Isaack and Emily, then maybe he had a chance. But tonight was not the night for true confessions.
“Oh, absolutely! I’m a hopeless romantic.”
“Hey, guys! How are y’all?” Tiffany was at the edge of the table, and Linc initially froze, then remembered she was a friend and he shouldn’t worry. But still, all it would take was one person saying the wrong thing, and he’d be fucked with Vanessa.
“Hey, Tiff! We’re great. How about you?”
The tall girl with the weird hair and pierced face just shrugged. “I’ll be better once I can go home. Marge can’t stand me. I have no idea why she even gave me this job.”
“Because you’re a great server?” Linc offered, and was rewarded with a smile.
“Yeah, but she totally hates me. Probably because I’m a single mom. She’s so… uppity sometimes.”
Ignoring the fact she had all sorts of shiny things in her face and an unnatural color of hair, which was undoubtedly what the conservative diner owner had issues with, Linc made a compassionate sound in the back of his throat. Trying to be helpful, he said, “Have you ever tended bar? Nick is short-handed at the pub.”
“Um… I’m not sure that would be great. I don’t think he likes me any better than Marge does.” Tiffany occupied herself with straightening their silverware and flipping pages on her notepad.
That was a new one for Linc. To his knowledge, Nick had no opinions about the waif of a woman with insane hair whatsoever.
“The tips would be better at least,” offered Vanessa, and Tiffany smiled at her.
“Yeah, drunks do tip better than these yahoos. Maybe I’ll walk down there after my shift.”
“He’ll be there. He’s always there,” Linc shrugged, knowing Nick lived above the bar and rarely slept at all.
“Have y’all decided what you want?”
Linc looked at Vanessa who promptly said, “Chef’s salad with the chicken, and a Coke.”
“Seriously?” He was shocked the woman who ate most of her food out of cans and the freezer would order something as healthy as a salad.
“Yeah, then I can feel okay with some cake for dessert.” She winked at him, and the tiny gesture sent a bolt of heat straight to his groin.
“Fair enough.” To Tiffany, he said, “Grilled chicken sandwich, fries, and Coke.”
“Gotcha. Have it right out to ya.” She tossed a wink over her shoulder as she left.
“I like her,” Vanessa sighed, slumping into Linc. He dropped his arm across her shoulders, enjoying her soft curves and putting a lid on the memories of last night that sprang to mind.
“Yeah, she seems nice, for one of Sam’s friends,” he joked.
“Hey, I’m one of Sam’s friends.” She poked him in the side, and he grabbed at her finger, eliciting a giggle from her before he brought her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckle.
“Yeah, but I saw you first.” He slammed his mouth shut. Did she know he’d watched her from the back of the hardware store before she’d started talking to Sam? He didn’t think he’d told her that, yet.
He raked his hand up the back of his neck, clamping his fingers into the tendons in an attempt to shut his trap. His mouth was getting ready to spout pussy shit, and he willed it to stop.
“Tell me about you. What do you do on your laptop all day?” He was desperate to learn more about her.
She blushed, a full-on reddening of her skin that made him pull her closer.
“I’m a writer.”
“Yeah? What kind of writer?”
“Um… I do ghostwriting for authors. Scenes they either get stuck on or just don’t write, like sex scenes or horror or something. They give me the circumstances and I write it for them to tweak and make their own.”
“Did you ghostwrite any of Vanessa Lovelace’s stuff?” Because that would be damn hot, but if he thought about it too hard, he’d feel even more inadequate as a lover, so he shut down that train of thought and just looked at her expectantly.
She was blushing straight to the roots of her hair, and Linc almost kissed her again. “Um, not really.” She fidgeted with her silverware, lining it up on the napkin, then took a sip of water.
He could tell there was more to the story that she wasn’t telling him but decided to let it go. He wasn’t telling her all of his story, and as much as he wanted to know everything there was to know about her, he also knew they had time.
“Do you like it?” He decided he’d stay with something safe, not delve too deeply into something she was uncomfortable with.