Linc And Raven: Forbidden Part 5

"That's what I like to hear. Remember what I told you; once I start, I don't stop, so it's now or never. You ready?"

I nod my head again and feel his hand come cracking down on my a.s.s. "I want to hear you say it, Raven."

"I'm all in, a.s.shole. Now are you going to f.u.c.k me or what?"

Leaning over me, I feel his mouth on my back, and then his tongue as he slowly kisses every b.u.mp of my spine. "I love it when you get feisty. It only makes me want to f.u.c.k you more."

I whimper into the pillow as I feel the vibrator power on against my c.l.i.t that's still tender from my last o.r.g.a.s.m, and then it travels slowly between my lips before diving inside my s.e.x. Linc slowly slides it in and out torturously slow, making my eyelids flutter as my p.u.s.s.y clenches around it, wanting to be f.u.c.ked again.

I feel as if I'm humming a song with all the moaning I'm doing. I don't doubt by tomorrow I'll have no voice left.

"I'm going to put it in your a.s.s now, baby. Remember, relax and it'll slide right on in."

I feel it press at the entrance of my a.s.s, and then slowly, as it vibrates at a high speed, it slips inside of me. "Holy f.u.c.k!" I scream out as, without warning, Linc squeezes my hips and slams back inside me, smashing against my cervix, sending an aftershock of sensations vibrating throughout my body. My head is swimming as I feel every inch of his d.i.c.k driving into me over and over as the vibrator stimulates a million nerve ending inside of my a.s.s, making it hard to breathe, and causing my entire body to feel numb and weightless, all at the same time.

Linc takes me by surprise when his hand fists my long hair, pulling on it hard while at the same time, his other hand cracks against my a.s.s. "Oooh, G.o.d!" I shout into the pillow as I pant harder and harder, trying to keep myself focused enough to continue to hold myself up.

"Lean down on your forearms," he commands, and doing as I'm told, I drop my lower half closer to the bed, supporting my body with my forearms, all the while still clutching the sheets. I'm squeezing them so hard I feel as if my nails are going to tear straight through the fabric.

He continues to pull on my hair, and at the same time, slaps my a.s.s. The stinging is now turning into white-hot heat as he continuously slaps the same spot each time, then caresses it as he soothes the sting of my skin.

Every time his hand connects with my flesh, I feel my s.e.x clench and my body hum with pleasure as my arousal runs over his c.o.c.k and slides down my legs. I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life.

"You take my d.i.c.k like a good little s.l.u.t. I haven't f.u.c.ked a p.u.s.s.y like this ever in my life. It feels like perfection wrapped around my f.u.c.king d.i.c.k."

I don't know why, but hearing him call me a s.l.u.t turns me on even more when it should infuriate me. I feel another o.r.g.a.s.m building with every stroke of his d.i.c.k as it slides in and out of me. My bones feel as if they're slowly melting away with every thrust.

"You feel another o.r.g.a.s.m coming?" he asks as he begins to slow down his pace, causing a whimper to leave my lips.

"Yes," I squeak out as I feel him suddenly pull all the way out of me, but the vibrating is still going at full speed inside me. The sensation is overwhelming. I feel my c.l.i.t throbbing for stimulation, but my arms are too tired to move and do it myself.

As if reading my mind, Linc tells me, "Roll onto your back, Spitfire."

Doing as I'm told, I slowly roll back over. My head feels as if I've just drunk an entire bottle of whiskey. I've heard of people getting an unexplainable high or feeling of intoxication from really, really good s.e.x, but I never believed it until now.

Now, I'm definitely a believer. I'll spend forever trying to recreate this feeling because it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It's a bewitching and delectable state of mind that once you're in it, you never want to leave. I now understand how people become addicted. You'll do anything to feel that high just one more time.

"Put your hands above your head and don't move them," he says as he climbs in between my legs, repositioning himself.

I reach above my head, grip the wooden pole of my headboard for support, and brace myself for impact.

Almost my entire body comes off of the bed this time as he lifts my a.s.s into the air and slams his c.o.c.k inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he begins pounding in and out of me at a record speed. Mixing with the vibrator in my a.s.s, I feel like I'm about to pa.s.s the f.u.c.k out.

"I'm so close," I cry out as I feel my core tightening in antic.i.p.ation of my next climax.

"Wait for me, baby. I'm right there with you. We're going to come together. Keep your legs locked around my waist, okay?" He says as he releases my hips, braces himself on either side of me, and brings his mouth back down to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s that are begging to be teased.

"Oooh..." I moan between clenched teeth as my grip on the wooden bars tighten, and Linc continues the pattern of biting my nipples then soothing them with his tongue. The pressure inside of me is so intense it's almost unbearable as I feel my body dangling over the edge once again. I'm two seconds away from freefalling into a sea of euphoria.

"You're my little s.l.u.t. I want to hear you tell me, Spitfire. Yell at me. I love it when you demand control. Tell me I'm yours. Only yours," he demands, his voice thick with s.e.x and dripping with l.u.s.t. I thought his voice couldn't get any s.e.xier, but I was wrong. Just the sound of him talking to me is almost enough to give me that final push.

Licking my lips, I stare up at him, aching to touch him, but afraid to let go of the bars. "I'm yours. I'm your s.l.u.t to f.u.c.k as you see fit. So f.u.c.k me until your d.i.c.k doesn't have a drop of c.u.m left inside of it."

"f.u.c.k. Spitfire, that was the hottest thing I've ever heard. Let go of the bars and hold on, baby. We're about to f.u.c.king fly."

Linc crashes his mouth back to mine as he fists my hair, tilting my head slightly, and begins pounding into me at a frantic pace. The room is filled with nothing but sounds of flesh slamming against flesh and our moans as we come together.

The most intense o.r.g.a.s.m of my entire life rips through my body. It's so intense that it feels as if it'll shatter every bone in my body, and shakes my soul to the G.o.dd.a.m.n core, leaving my body completely spent.

My arms go limp; as do my legs as they fall to the bed. Our kisses slow as Linc continues to pump in and out of me slowly. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as I feel his erratic breathing slowly return to normal.

I'm completely numb from head to toe and barely notice as he removes the vibrator from me, turning it off and tossing it onto my floor. I'm too spent to care or feel anything.

We lay like this for what feels like an eternity before Linc finally slides out of me, removes the condom, knotting it off and tossing it into the trash can beside my bed. My body is completely spent, and I have no energy to move, so I stay lying on the bed with my eyes closed, basking in the feeling of pure and utter bliss.

The sound of water running pulls me from my thoughts as I spot Linc reentering my bedroom. I roll onto my side and peer up at him, blurting out, "And why did we wait until now to do that?"

He must find my tone of complete shock and bewilderment amusing because the s.e.xiest crooked grin appears on his lips. "Because you were too busy hating me, Spitfire. That's why." Leaning over, he scoops me up into his large, muscular arms, holding me bridal style against his chest.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he makes his way towards the bathroom.

He carries me in, paying extra attention not to hit my head on the doorway thankfully, before stopping beside my ma.s.sive bathtub. "I'm bringing you into the bathroom for a bath because I'm a.s.suming you're too exhausted to walk in here yourself."

He's right about that. I think it'll be a few days before my legs decide to work again.

"You're right. I'm down for the count for a little bit. Who knows? Maybe even a few days," I joke as he sets me on the edge of the tub that's filled with bubbles, and allows me to slowly slide in, letting my body adjust to the hot water.

"Soaking in this for a bit will help a lot. It'll relax your overworked muscles," he says matter-of-factly as his eyes stay locked onto mine.

"Are you going to join me?" I ask as I sink into the water up to my chin and allow the warmth to soothe me.

Linc shakes his head. "Sorry, but bubble baths are not my thing. See, I have a d.i.c.k-not a v.a.g.i.n.a," he says, pointing to the bulge in his briefs.

Swiping my hand across the water, I throw bubbles onto his brief-covered lower vicinity. "I call bulls.h.i.t. Now, get your f.u.c.king a.s.s in this bathtub, or so help me, G.o.d, I'll drag you in."

His eyes grow large, and I notice his still semi-hard erection jumps inside his briefs. A deep, raspy chuckle fills the bathroom as he slides his briefs off. "Yes, ma'am. You sure are a bossy little thing, aren't you? But f.u.c.k, it turns me on faster than anything else on the G.o.dd.a.m.n planet."

I bite my lip seductively and hold my hand up, taking his into mine as he climbs into the tub and slips in behind me, letting me come to rest against his chest.

"I always get my way. I think you now know that. If I gotta get lippy to make it happen, so be it."

"Keep it up, Spitfire, and sore or not, I'll make your feisty little a.s.s go for round two."

Friday came and went with me staying holed up in my room for most of the day. I was so physically exhausted I wouldn't make it down the d.a.m.n stairs if the house were on fire!

Linc was surprisingly still super sweet and made me a late lunch since we slept through breakfast, and then we ordered takeout and ate it up in my room. Not long after we finished eating though, he tore out with his friends to go to some bar. I, on the other hand, stayed in my room, trying to heal miraculously fast, because I stupidly told my father I wanted to play a few rounds of tennis after we had brunch.

Sadly, I was still sore as all h.e.l.l come Sat.u.r.day, so I complained to my father I had my monthly problem, and like most men, he didn't question me any further than that. It was nice though, spending the afternoon with my father and catching up. I'm a daddy's girl, loud and proud. It's always bittersweet seeing him because I love spending time with my dad while I'm home, but then it's really hard going back to my normal college life and being away from him.

It was nice because Alison joined us for brunch too, so we all spent the afternoon stuffing our faces with pancakes and talking about the possibilities of summer internships at one of the aquariums in California.

I'm still not sure what I want to do. Thankfully, I have a few more months left before I need to make that decision.

Right now, it's almost ten o'clock at night, and Tessa is up in my room, helping me primp for a night out at Bottom of the Hill, which is the hottest nightclub in all of San Francisco.

The sound of our cab beeping out front sets a fire under our a.s.ses, and grabbing our clutches, we hightail it downstairs, past Linc and all of his friends, who are having their own little party here, and head out to the cab waiting for us.

I've barely spoken two words to Linc today because I've been gone most of the afternoon, and by the time I got home, he had all of his friends here. He's used to this random hooking up thing, since he does it all the time. Me, on the other hand? Not so much. I'm in a whole new ballgame right now, and my head is all over the place.

My original plan was to f.u.c.k him, experience it like someone would go to a theme park and ride the most talked about roller coaster, and then be over it. But I keep finding myself thinking about what I'm going to do once I return to Long Beach.

That man f.u.c.ked the f.u.c.k right out of me.

There's no way in h.e.l.l I'll find someone to compete with that!

Then, there's the whole bet thing. I feel super guilty about it, so much so that I refused to allow Tessa to buy me a Starbucks gift card. It was okay in high school because we were young and dumb. But now, we know it's wrong, and if I take that from her, I'll be condoning using someone in order to gain a luxury prize. I'd feel guilty with every coffee I drank, and I love coffee way too much to allow my conscience to ruin it for me.

The second we climb into the cab, Tessa starts firing off a hundred and one questions about Linc, making my head spin as I try to keep up.

"So have you and Forbidden done the dirty since Thursday night?" She's leaning on her hands, tapping her chin as she waits for what she thinks will be a bunch of naughty confessions, when the reality of it is I have nothing to tell. We've only had s.e.x that one time. Now, I go home tomorrow.

I slouch against the seat in defeat. "No, we haven't done the dirty. G.o.d, Tessa, I never should've slept with him." I glance out the window, needing to try and reel my emotions in before turning back to her. I let out a deep sigh before continuing, "Things are already starting to feel weird between us. He barely spoke two words to me this entire evening. I know that's our usual way of living. I hate him. He hates me. But I thought after the other night maybe things had changed between us. I a.s.sumed we'd at least be friendly towards one another."

The cab pulls up in front of the club, so I dig my debit card out of my clutch and slide it through the machine on the back of the headrest, paying the cab fee and climbing out onto the sidewalk.

Stepping out behind me, Tessa slams the door and turns around, waving her hand at me while blowing air between her lips. "Pshh. I wouldn't look too much into it. That's cla.s.sic Forbidden. Brooding a.s.shole who is too good for everyone when his buddies are around. I bet you anything as soon you get back home, and all of his friends are gone, he'll be all over you, wanting to tap this one more time before you go." She laughs, slapping my b.u.t.t as we walk toward the entrance of the nightclub and get in line.

"You're crazy. I don't want him tapping anything anymore. It was a one time thing."

Of course, I'm lying my a.s.s off right now. If she knew I was falling for Linc, she'd never let me live it down. I knew better. I knew his reputation. But still, I allowed myself to open up to him too much. I should've kept it simply s.e.x. Nothing else. Now, because of it, I'm the fool who fell for her future stepbrother.

"Let's promise right now to not speak of Linc at all for the rest of the night. I'm ready to have some fun with you one more time before I have to fly back to college tomorrow. Kay?"

Draping her arm over my shoulders, Tessa pulls me into a half-hug. "Let's also add to that no talking about leaving tomorrow. Capiche?"

Smiling, I nod in agreement with her. "Got it. Nothing but fun talk for the rest of the night."

Even though I tried really hard to not think about Linc or leaving, I was unsuccessful at both. But I didn't mention them once to Tessa, so she had no idea the entire time we were dancing that I was running Thursday night over and over again in my head. Mix that with one too many mixed drinks, and that's a concoction for a catastrophe.

It's almost four a.m. when the cab finally pulls up in front of my house. We both stumble out with our shoes in our hands and slowly make our way up to the house. It's lightly sprinkling as we head up the stairs to my front door. "Hurry your a.s.s up before it decides to change into a fricking downpour!" I shout at Tessa as I unlock the door.

Opening it, we drop our shoes by the door and relock it before heading into the kitchen to take some aspirins before bed. The last thing I need is a hangover when I have to fly in twelve hours.

We wash down the tablets and then stumble our way towards the stairway. As soon as we begin to ascend them, I hear the all too familiar sounds of s.e.x being had upstairs. Two nights ago, that was me screaming Linc's name. Now, it's some other girl who fell under his bad boy spell.

I freeze at the top of the stairs and turn around to look at Tessa, who still has a few steps to go. "You know what? I changed my mind. I want that f.u.c.king gift card. I earned it. I might as well leave with something other than a sore f.u.c.king v.a.g.i.n.a."

Tessa begins laughing uncontrollably and repeating, "Sore f.u.c.king v.a.g.i.n.a," in between more laughter.

"Because of that a.s.shole, I had to turn down that hottie at the bar tonight. I'm too sore to even think about having s.e.x again. Now I wish I would've brought him back here anyways. I could've blown him at least, and used it to p.i.s.s Linc off, since he doesn't seem to mind bringing s.k.a.n.ks into my house and f.u.c.king them on the other side of my bedroom wall."

Tessa pulls me in for a hug and pats my back. "I'm sorry, love. It'll be okay. At least you leave in a few hours, and then you won't have to think about him or his v.a.g.i.n.a bruising d.i.c.k," she says, giggling again at herself.

That's easier said than done. Ughh. I'm such an idiot.

"Goodnight, Tessa."

Wiggling her fingers in the air at me, she yells, "'Night, girly!"

Walking into my bedroom, I shut my door and slide my dress off, tossing it onto the floor. I set my clutch down on my vanity before digging in my suitcase that I repacked this afternoon and pulling out one of my tank tops to sleep in.

I stop beside the wall and listen to the sound of Linc's s.e.xcapade transpiring on the other side. There's no way in h.e.l.l I can listen to that all night. Walking over to the wall, I slam my palm against it five times before shouting, "Can you hurry up and finish, jacka.s.s? Some of us are trying to go to sleep! I have a f.u.c.king plane to catch in less than twelve hours!"

It grows quiet, and I suddenly hear m.u.f.fled voices as Linc and the girl talk. Not two minutes later, I hear his bedroom door slam, followed by loud footsteps making their way toward my door. My chest is heaving as I try to calm the panic coursing through me. I should've just dragged my a.s.s downstairs and crashed on the couch.

I'm never coming back to this house again. My mother can enjoy her douchebag boyfriend, and Linc can go about his manwh.o.r.e, a.s.sholing ways all over every inch of this f.u.c.king house.

I don't care anymore.

My head snaps up to my door as I hear the handle turning, and then I lock eyes with the devil himself. He should've stayed Forbidden. But no. I had to have him. I just had to get a taste. Now I'm paying the price.

"Who the h.e.l.l do you think you are, pulling a stunt like that?" he shouts down at me as his face shines beet-red and the tendons in his neck bulge out, looking as if they're one more temper tantrum away from snapping.

Folding my arms over my chest, I stare straight back at him, not allowing him to intimidate me. "That was me telling you and your dirty little wh.o.r.e to shut the f.u.c.k up. This is my house, a.s.shole. If I want to go to sleep, I don't want to do so while listening to you pant like a f.u.c.king dog through the wall and your friend screaming like a bad p.o.r.n star!"

His hand tightens around the door handle as I watch him attempt to calm himself down. Of course, my eyes defy me and roam over his body that is covered in nothing but another pair of small boxer briefs.

As quickly as I take him in, I snap my eyes back up to his. My face twists into a look of disgust, as I pretend to not be the least bit attracted to him anymore. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to go to sleep, seeing that I have to fly back to Long Beach in a few hours."

His jaw tics as he clenches his mouth shut before finally opening it to speak. His voice is laced with anger as he tells me, "Go to sleep, princess. The faster you're out of this d.a.m.n house, the better. I don't need a c.o.c.k-blocking b.i.t.c.h f.u.c.king with my life, just because she's p.i.s.sed off that I f.u.c.ked her once and moved on. Sorry to break it to ya, but that's the way I'm hardwired, Spitfire. I f.u.c.k and move on. That ain't ever gonna change."

I feel as if I've been sucker-punched in the gut. I don't let him see the pain I'm feeling right now; instead, I shake my head and let out a sinister laugh. "You're so full of yourself. I couldn't care less who you stick your d.i.c.k in. I just don't want to have to listen to it. And I'm not the least bit p.i.s.sed off that you moved on to the next girl, because you were always a one-time thing for me, you arrogant jacka.s.s! If it wasn't for Tessa betting me that I couldn't f.u.c.k you before I went back to Long Beach, you and I never would've happened!"

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish to G.o.d that the floor would open up and swallow me right here, right now.

"What the f.u.c.k did you just say? You and your friend made a bet? What was the prize if you banged the stepbrother, Raven?"

I run my hands over my face as I try to keep it together. Hugging myself, I drop my eyes to the floor, staring at my feet because I can no longer look at him. I feel too ashamed. With him, it's a 'what you see is what you get' kind of thing. But with me, I'm looked at as the pure and good girl who'd never hurt anyone. Yet, the hurt I see in Linc's eyes right now makes me feel like the worst person on the planet.

"She has to buy me coffee for the next month. But I told her I didn't want it because I felt bad afterwards for making the bet in the first place. When we made the stupid bet, I thought I hated you-h.e.l.l, I did hate you! But then we spent time together, and I saw there was more to you than I knew before. But then I got home tonight and heard you with that girl, and I was so furious with you that I told her I would take the Starbucks gift card because it changed nothing for you. So why should I allow it to change anything for me?"

Running his hands through his hair, he backs out of my room. "Un-f.u.c.king-believable. I don't even know what to say to you right now."

I look up and try to find the words to say that'll fix this, but I come up with nothing. Instead, I walk over to my bedroom door and shut it, leaving him standing on the other side, staring at me blankly.