Whistleblower (PALADIN Book 1)
Whistleblower: Chapter 28

Staring at Linc who is completely naked, cuffed to this massive bed, is intimidating for so many reasons. For starters, I never thought I’d look at a man’s penis and wish it was a little smaller. Either because of, or in spite of, his massive dick, he really is the perfect male specimen. Every groove and ridge of his body is cut deep, showing off his toned muscles. They aren’t the kind of muscles that are simply for show from hours at the gym. Linc’s muscles are beautifully forged from his strength and agility.

My eyes land on his eager erection again, watching the tip begin to glisten. He must see me leering, because he suddenly says, “Don’t even think about putting it in your mouth, Bambi. I’ll come too fast and then good luck getting off when I’m soft.”

This whole thing is ridiculous. It’s not going to work and it’s too much pressure.

Then again…isn’t that what you asked him for? Pressure?

“I don’t know where to start,” I confess.

“Do you want me to tell you?”

It’s not that I’m suddenly sheepish in the bedroom. It’s just all moving so fast. I had a dirty dream about Linc shortly after meeting him. I woke up that night sweating, flushed, and damp between the legs. What we’re doing in real life just a few weeks later is ten times more erotic than my literal dreams.

“Yes,” I say firmly. “Please.”

He lifts his head off the pillow to get a better visual of me. “Climb off of me and take off your panties.”

Once my bare ass is on the comforter next to him, I trace my finger down the wall of his chest, rustling the scant blond chest hair. “Why this game?” I ask. “I’m going to disappoint you. It’ll be awkward when it doesn’t work.”

He reaches for me, forgetting for a second that he’s bound, making a ruckus with the metal clanking. He groans, already annoyed with his own game.

“There’s no disappointing me, Bambi. You’ll see. What was, can change. It’ll feel different with me.”

I kiss his pec before straddling him again. As I slide back down his body, I purposely rub my crease against his cock. He groans miserably, reminding me of the power I currently hold. We’re both counting on me to replace relief tonight.

Positioning his tip at my entrance, I wiggle a bit, coating his tip with my wetness. His arousal and mine work together as an inviting cocktail, and I slide over the first half of his erection with ease. Between the two of us there’s a grunt, a groan, a plea, and a whimper. I’m not entirely sure which of us is making which noises.

I take another inch and feel the resistance. He’s too much—too big. This is the worst position for his colossal proportions, but at the same time, fuck, does it feel good. I’m so full and tight and swollen with Linc burrowing into me that it validates his earlier sentiment—this is different. This is new.

I sink down another inch, gasping as I stretch my limits.

“Holy shit, Eden. Your pussy has a death grip. You feel so fucking good, baby. Go slow.”

One more inch and my eyes are watering. I feel stuffed to the brim, ready to burst, but not from pain, just from the pressure. It’s already way too much, but I still want more. It’s like standing in the middle of the ocean, staring below into the dark depths, unable to see a damn thing from up here. Below the surface, it could be peaceful…it could be war. I don’t know. But curiosity is king…

I have to dive in.

“Fuck,” Linc groans as I sink down, swallowing the remainder of his dick. When the backs of my thighs land on the tops of his, I feel Linc’s balls jostling against my bare ass. He’s trying hard to stay still and let me run the show.

He grunts between shallow breaths. “Take your time.”

“Are you okay?” I ask. My words sound garbled in my mind like I’m somewhere far away, watching this unfold.

“I’m in heaven, baby. How’s my whole cock feel?”

I dig my fingers into his chest hard. My nails, manicured short and rounded, are far too tame to do any damage to his skin. “You’re so big, Linc. I can feel you in my throat.”

“Good girl. Use it, get yourself off.”

Beginning slowly, I bounce on top of him with my knees on either side of his obliques that feel like they were cut from marble. For a while, it’s perfect. His length and girth are beyond satiating and I enjoy myself for a long time, listening to his moans of gratitude. I get drunk off of his praise. I love the words coming out of his mouth—you’re so beautiful…so tight…such a fucking angel…you’re ruining me, woman…you’re mine, Eden.

But eventually, as it always does, the chatter in my mind starts. How much longer? If this isn’t enough, nothing is. Stop thinking so much. He’s bored. My thighs start to burn and fatigue. My arousal fades. Lust is replaced by worry. What was deliciously gratifying starts to become uncomfortable as his erection drags against my walls. The last part is the worst…

Because of course Linc notices.

He’s in the well, he can tell when it’s dried up.

“Are you okay?” His eyes are open now, no longer closed in pure delight.

“I’m sorry, Linc. I told you… Just let me uncuff you. You must be so uncomfortable.”

I reach for the keys on the nightstand but he growls at me, “Stop. Don’t you dare touch those,” he hisses before softening his tone. “Come here, kiss me.”

He can’t hold me, so he sucks hard on my lips, trying to keep me close. He kisses me deeply like he hasn’t given up. Linc’s stubborn and determined…and apparently he meant what he said that it’s not over until it’s over. Maybe he knows this is my Kryptonite. This is why Linc is tied up and I’m free as a bird. He knew what would motivate me more. Pleasing him.

“Give me your fingers,” he says before opening his mouth. I pop my pointer and middle finger into his mouth and he coats them with his tongue. “Relax, sweet girl. Touch yourself.”

Rising onto my knees, with his erection still lodged inside me, I drag my wet fingers across my most sensitive button. At first, I’m cringing because it feels forced. I feel too on display, but Linc starts manipulating me with his words. He tells me everything I’ve been longing to hear for years. He says he’s wanted me from the first moment he laid eyes on me. That he’s completely under my spell. He tells me he’s enraptured by my body, but humbled by my heart. Who knew Linc was holding on to so many beautiful, intimate words?

All his smooth talking begins to work. I like the praise, I like the attention, I love how powerful I feel from him wanting me. Worshiping me. Needing to please me. Refusing to give up.

I start to lose my breath as I get worked up again.

“Lean back, baby, hold my knees,” Linc commands. “Now just grind on it. Don’t wear yourself out.” He runs the entire operation like a coach, as if he knows my body better than I do. I rock on top of him instead of bouncing around, and it’s far more comfortable.

“Is this good for you?”

“It’s perfect, but don’t worry about me. Find that spot you like.”

I almost ask him what he means until I lean a little further back and he nudges me there. A tender spot that feels like lightning striking inside of me. I whimper when he nudges against it again and again making my legs tremble. It’s an addicting sensation, one I’ve never felt before. It’s so fucking powerful that I lose all my goddamn sense and begin grinding on Linc like I have no manners, mewling like an animal in heat.

He continues to coax me , his sweet nothings morphing into dirty talk. What dried up is flooding now as my orgasm brews from the deepest chasms of my body. The pressure swells from a place I didn’t know existed in me as I writhe on top of him, shamelessly.

“Linc, it’s so good. You feel so good. I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” he says.

“I can’t help it.”

“Not yet,” he growls this time. “I’ll tell you when. Unless of course, you want to use the safe word?”

“No.” But I feel myself losing control, so I try to pull off of his dick.

“Don’t you dare climb off,” Linc says with authority. “Breathe, baby. Like I showed you in the elevator.” I sit back down, feeling his full length again. I inhale deeply, stretching my diaphragm, giving my breath some room. “That’s my good girl. Slow it down. I’m not like the ones before.” His jaw clenches like the thought of me with another man is repulsive to him. “I’m patient.”

I barely rock my hips, letting my almost orgasm simmer, enjoying the blissful ups and downs of pleasure. I dove into the ocean, and what I found were still, peaceful waters.

It’s not too long before another orgasm builds in a slow crescendo. It’s sneaky. It subtly lulled me to the point I didn’t even realize my toes were curling so hard that they could snap off. “Oh my God, Linc—”

“There it is,” he says, a satisfied smile on his face. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Give me those lips.” He lifts his head hungrily.

I lean forward to put my lips on his.

“Now ask me for what you want, Eden,” he murmurs into my mouth.

“I want…” I have to inhale again to prevent my implosion. “I want… Please tell me I can come, Linc.”

The satisfaction on his face is everything I need. “Good girl. Come hard for me.”

I close my eyes right before I implode. I scream at the eruption that’s so deep and debilitating that my legs go numb and my vision blurs. I fall forward, barely catching myself against Linc’s chest as I tremble from the aftershocks of pleasure. This feeling is so all-encompassing, it makes me feel like I’ve never really come before in my life, until tonight.

I’m instantly worn. I could yank a blanket over myself right now with Linc still nestled in me and rest for the evening, but the sound of clanking metal reminds me Linc is still chained up. Willing my heavy body to move, I grab the keys and fumble with the cuff locks. Even my hands are weak. The shockwave that ripped through me stripped me of my energy.

The minute Linc’s hands are free he scoops me up and flips me on the bed. He’s not done. Unclasping my bra, he sucks on my tender nipples, grazing them with his teeth. I have the urge to arch my back, but I’m still too tired.

“I don’t think I can come again,” I murmur.

“Hush,” he growls. “This part is for me.” He positions himself, spreading apart my thighs. I gasp when he pummels into me. “Drove me fucking crazy how I couldn’t touch you.” His voice is gravelly and breathy. He grips my breasts hard, using them as handles as he ruts into me like a madman. My swollen walls grip him like they’re holding on for dear life.

“Fuuuck,” he roars as he spills inside of me, pumping furiously until the very end, collapsing on top of me. We lay there for a while as his twitching calms. Eventually he joins me in the post-orgasmic euphoria. His bed might as well be a cloud in the sky. I’ve never felt so satiated, like there’s nothing else in the world that matters.

He falls to the side of me, smirking, but he omits the, “I told you so.” Propped up by his elbow, he uses his finger to trail the space between my breasts, down my belly button, and the thin strip of trimmed hair that leads to my still sensitive clit.

I feel his cum seeping down the inside of my thighs but I stay still, unmotivated to get cleaned up at the moment. I’m comfortable here, under his embrace. I must look high off happiness, but Linc’s brows are furrowed in distress. His eyes are glazed over like there’s a storm brewing. It’s obvious he’s lost in a troublesome thought.

“What’s on your mind?” Even my voice is worn and cracking.

“We’re in so much trouble, Bambi.” Linc’s eyes lock onto mine.

“Why?”

“Vesper warned me… I’m not allowed to keep you.” He touches my lips and then brushes his thumb against my cheek. “But now there’s no fucking way I can let you go.”