Protecting What's Mine(72)

“Get on the floor and spread your legs for me, Dreamy.”

“What’s with you and kitchens?” she murmured even as she complied.

“It’s you in kitchens and any other fucking room.” He groaned as she opened for him.

“Is this floor clean?” she asked.

“Clean enough to eat off of.” And with that he dipped his head between her legs and made her head spin. His tongue was relentless in its attack on her clit. His fingers—were there three now?—pumped into her, stretching that channel to its limits. And oh, did Mack like it.

She couldn’t brace her left foot with the walking boot. But it didn’t matter anymore because he was looping her legs over his shoulders. He was devouring her.

“Watch me lick you, Mackenzie. Watch me.”

Lifting her head, their eyes connected. Her abs flexed hard as those overused inner muscles gave their first flutters.

“Baby, I feel that,” he groaned reverently. He was on his stomach, his hips grinding into the unyielding concrete. “Squeeze my fingers.”

She clamped down on him, gritting her teeth at the change in sensation. It was like forcing her orgasm from probably to definitely.

He went back to torturing her with his tongue as he thrust into her.

She couldn’t stop watching him as he fucked her with mouth and fingers. “Linc!”

He growled in response.

Bucking her hips, she ground into his mouth, begging for everything he could give her.

“Goddammit. I love how greedy you are for me. How you ride my face because you can’t help it.”

She was going to come. Or die. Or both.

“Don’t you fucking hold back, Dreamy.”

She didn’t. She couldn’t. He tore the orgasm from her and didn’t let up as she spiraled back down while every muscle clenched and released in a beautiful, gut-wrenching climax.

Her head hit the floor with a dull thud. Her legs were jelly, her blood thrumming through her body as even now aftershocks milked Linc’s fingers.

He groaned like he was in pain.

“Give me your cock,” she said breathlessly.

“I have to leave in five minutes, Dreamy.”

“I only need four,” she said, sliding out from under him. “Get up.”

They traded positions, she on her knees in front of him. He watched with a primal male pride when she knelt before him and loosened his belt. She freed him from his pants and delighted in the heavy thickness of his shaft.

He pulled his shirt up, tucking it under his chin to watch her as she opened her mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

She held his gaze while she took the tip into her mouth. Hot, hard, smooth. She used her hands. Her tongue. Her teeth to work his entire shaft. Now it was his knees that quaked as she traced veins with the tip of her tongue. When she teased the wet slit on the underside of his crown, he hissed.

Aware of the time, she quit playing and attacked him with slick, tight strokes. When she brought him to the back of her throat and held him there, he let out a string of unintelligible dirty words.

“I wish this was your sweet pussy. That I was buried inside you.” He let out a pained groan, and Mack tasted the beginning of his release.

She hummed her approval and tightened her hand on the base of his shaft.

Mindlessly, he shoved his hands into her hair and gripped. He fucked into her mouth in jerky, shallow thrusts.

“I wish I was coming in your cunt, baby.”

But he wasn’t. He was coming in her mouth.

The force, the volume of it, the rawness of his release made Mack’s eyes water. She felt powerful, invincible as she watched him tip his head back, the cords on his neck standing out. She did this to him. She made him feel this way.

His shout was triumphant as he emptied himself into her.

A few more seconds, a few more jerky thrusts, and he slid to the floor next to her.

She watched in fascination as that incredible specimen gave one last jerk, one last pump of come that leaked onto the ridges of his abs.

“Holy shit, Dreamy.”

“And look at that. You’ve got a whole minute to spare,” she said.

“Evil temptress. I’m gonna need it just to get my legs back under me. Dinner tonight?”

She should say no. They’d spent the last two nights together already. It was sending the wrong message.

“Let me see what I have planned,” she said evasively.

“I’m gonna need an IV to rehydrate,” he decided, coming to his feet. He reached down and helped her up.

“I know someone who can help with that,” she said and pointed to her mug.

His grin was boyish, and once again, she felt that uneven lurch in her chest. She should probably see about getting an EKG.

Linc hastily pulled up his pants. “Thanks for taking Sunshine today.” He kissed her, hard on the mouth and soft on top of the head, before grabbing his smoothie and heading toward the door.

She laughed when he stumbled in the doorway.

“I’m lightheaded.”

“Don’t forget to zip your fly, Hotshot,” she told him.

“Don’t forget to report any suspicious basement lurkers,” he said. Then sobered. “I mean it, Mackenzie. If you see anything that doesn’t sit right with you, call Ty and then call me.”