Beyond The Music (The Rock Gods Book 7) (34 page)

“Jesus, Lincoln. You’re shaking,” Aaron said. “Are you feeling okay?”

Lincoln nodded and tried to smile but the expression was lost to a wave of emotion that was so raw and deep it brought heat to his cheeks and tears to his eyes. “I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to throw it out there.” Another long paused passed until finally Lincoln blurted, “I love you. I fucking
love
you, and that’s why I was so wrecked when I realized you could’ve died today.”

Lincoln held his breath. He saw the shock register in Aaron’s eyes from what he’d just admitted. Christ, he’d never been in love before, but he had no other explanation for what he was feeling in this moment. And now that his admission was out there, he couldn’t take it back. Every second Aaron remained quiet his heart deflated another degree inside his chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Lincoln whispered. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s too soon and my intention wasn’t to freak you out . . .” The smile slowly lighting Aaron’s face made Lincoln stop talking. What did that mean? Was Aaron happy or trying to soften the blow of letting Lincoln down?
Jesus, you are an idiot,
Lincoln scolded himself.

Aaron reverently ran the backs of his fingers across Lincoln’s flushed cheeks and lips. “You are an amazing man,” Aaron said quietly. “Don’t apologize for what you said, Lincoln. You wear your emotions on your sleeve, they’re real and beautiful, and that’s just one of the reasons why I love you.”

“Fuckkkkk, you feel the same way.” Lincoln released the breath he was holding and tipped his head back over his shoulders when he started laughing in relief. “I can’t fucking believe it.”

Aaron gripped Lincoln’s throat and his thumb skimmed over Lincoln’s Adam’s apple. “Did you doubt how I felt?” he asked Lincoln.

Lincoln shook his head. “I honestly had no idea what was going through your head,” Lincoln whispered against Aaron’s lips. “But I am so fucking relieved right now.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Aaron began unbuttoning Lincoln’s shirt as his mouth took Lincoln’s in a fiery kiss. Lincoln’s head was spinning. Had they really just admitted they loved each other? This was all new ground for Lincoln. He had no experience with a long-term relationship, never mind the raw feelings of love. It was foreign to him, and yet oddly peace came along with the adrenaline rush.

“Bungee jumping,” Lincoln whispered.

“What?”

“That’s what this feels like,” Lincoln explained. “It’s like those first few weightless moments while hurtling through the air. You can see the ground racing at you and you’re wondering if the cord is going to stop you.”

“You’ve actually bungee jumped?” Aaron questioned.

“Yeah, twice,” Lincoln answered. “It was a total fucking rush, but I like the rush you give me much better.”

Aaron pushed Lincoln’s shirt off his broad shoulders then started walking them toward the bed. Lincoln grabbed the hem of Aaron’s shirt and lifted. A beat later and they were bare chest to bare chest and the friction of their chest hair over their skin was euphoric. Lincoln’s cock flexed in his jeans. Feeling that quick response would never get old for Lincoln, not when he’d spent months and months without having any reaction at all.

This thing with Aaron was everything Lincoln imaged a deep connection could be with a partner. Keeping it nurtured would be the real test, but Lincoln intended to do everything humanly possible to keep Aaron in his life—no matter what needed to be done to make that happen. Lincoln’s heart was with Aaron for the long haul. There was no doubt about that whatsoever.

Aaron’s fingers worked on the button and zipper of Lincoln’s leather pants. With their mouths still connected, Aaron slid the fabric off Lincoln’s gorgeous ass and down onto his muscled thighs. Lincoln returned the favor with Aaron’s pants and ended by pushing Aaron onto the bed behind them. They fell together onto the mattress and pressed themselves together. The feeling that came along with Aaron’s body touching his was almost too much to process. It had become a need as fierce as breathing for him.

Lincoln rolled onto his back and pulled Aaron on top of him. His hips lifted to seek the touch of Aaron’s cock against his own. Both of them were hard and leaking and Lincoln growled at the sensations bubbling through him. The slickness of their combined pre-come lubricated the slide between their shafts and Lincoln felt a shudder quake through Aaron’s body.

“I want to be inside you so bad,” Aaron hissed as he rocked their hips together. Lincoln arched up off the bed at Aaron’s suggestion and groaned. “Let me show you how good it can be, Linc.”

Lincoln’s arms dropped behind his head into the pillows. It was a non-verbal gesture to show Aaron his submission, although the idea of what he was submitting to was unsettling. The last time Lincoln had tried this it hadn’t gone very well when the guy he was with hadn’t stopped when Lincoln had asked him to. It ended badly for both of them with Lincoln in pain, and the man walking away with a black eye.

Lincoln had vowed he’d never submit like that again, but now laying beneath Aaron, the fear wasn’t nearly as big as his want to have this with Aaron. Lincoln knew with every fiber of his being that Aaron would keep him safe and love him, and that knowledge excited the hell out of Lincoln.

“I want that, too,” Lincoln said. His rolled his hips upward again in desperate need for more contact.

“You want me to top?” Aaron asked.

Lincoln slowly nodded. “Make me feel what you feel when you bottom,” he said. “That’s what I want.”

Aaron pressed his chest down on Lincoln and took his mouth again. Their tongues rubbed and the perfect wet suction had Lincoln starting to sweat with arousal. Aaron began kissing his way down Lincoln’s throat, stopping to suck on his Adam’s apple, then slid lower to his chest. His tongue circled the light brown disc of Lincoln’s nipple and lightly bit.

“Oh, Jesus!” Lincoln huffed.

Aaron paid equal attention to Lincoln’s other nipple and then moved lower across the ridges of muscle cording his stomach, then slid to kiss the inside of Lincoln’s thick thigh. Aaron laved at Lincoln’s sac and then gently eased Lincoln’s thighs back toward his chest. The new position exposed Lincoln completely. The second of self-consciousness Lincoln felt dissolved when Aaron pressed his tongue to his puckered skin.

“Fuckkkkk,” Lincoln exhaled slowly. His eyelids fluttered closed as he completely gave himself over to the pleasure. The only thought inside his head was what Aaron was making him feel and it went way beyond the physical. Before Aaron, foreplay to Lincoln had been nothing more than a few hard and hot kisses followed by either a fast fuck or a quick blowjob. With Aaron, foreplay was a work of art all on its own and it was deeply personal. Intimacy wasn’t something Lincoln had opened himself up to before Aaron and now it just felt . . . right.

Aaron’s mouth teased Lincoln’s sac. His tongue worked lower to the puckered entrance and licked the hole in a circular pattern. The only sound Lincoln managed was a low grunt. Aaron’s tongue began to spear into Lincoln’s opening in short thrusts then Lincoln felt the pressure of a finger push inside.

“Oh, my god,” Lincoln hissed. “So good.”

Aaron worked a second finger inside Lincoln while his tongue continued to tease the wrinkly skin around the opening. In and out and in and out, Aaron slowly thrust his fingers inside Lincoln then curled them up to rub against Lincoln’s prostate.

Lincoln’s bent thighs were beginning to shake. He was becoming dangerously close to coming and he didn’t want to blow so soon. He wanted to wait until Aaron was deep inside him before he let go, but the delicious things Aaron was doing to him with his fingers and tongue were making him lose his fucking mind. He knew why Aaron’s prep was so gradual and easy, but Lincoln was starting to think he might need to beg for something more to fill him. Then again, maybe that’s what Aaron wanted him to do? Lincoln would happily beg if it meant it would bring an end to this maddeningly euphoric finger seduction. Aaron eased in a third finger and began to scissor them. Aaron would build up the tension just enough to keep Lincoln riding the edge of orgasm and then back off a bit. The pleasure rippling through Lincoln had him quivering on the bed.

“Please, Aaron,” Lincoln pleaded. “Fuck me, or let me come with your tongue and fingers. I can’t take much more of this.”

Aaron settled Lincoln’s legs on the bed and went to his travel bag to retrieve the supplies he needed. He came back to the bed and knelt between Lincoln’s spread thighs, rolled on a condom, then smeared lubrication on both his shaft and Lincoln’s waiting hole. A moment later, he pressed his tip to Lincoln’s opening.

“Are you sure?” Aaron asked.

“Are you fucking kidding right now?” Lincoln chuckled. “I was sure an hour ago. Do it. Fuck me and make us both come.”

Aaron shifted forward and his head slid inside Lincoln beyond the first ring of muscle. Lincoln hissed and Aaron stopped moving. “Don’t you dare stop now,” Lincoln grit out. Aaron pushed again and Lincoln’s body tensed. “Fuck, it burns,” Lincoln hissed. Aaron slowly eased himself deeper. “Oh, god! Oh, god!” Aaron continued with his unhurried entry, inch by inch, he fed everything he had to Lincoln and Lincoln held his gaze the entire time with his mouth gaping open in the shape of an O.

“Even after all that prep you are so fucking tight,” Aaron whispered.

Lincoln managed a grin and exhaled forcefully to relax himself and Aaron bottomed out. Lincoln’s breath caught in his dry throat. “Give me a minute,” Lincoln said. The stinging in his ass made sweat begin to dot his chest and forehead. He could feel Aaron’s cock pulsing inside his channel, as he continued to harden more and stretch Lincoln wider with every heartbeat. Lincoln was full—so fucking full of Aaron, the sensation was almost overwhelming. Aaron tipped his hips and changed the angle of his cock and the discomfort Lincoln felt was replaced with pleasure when Aaron’s cock head slid over Lincoln’s prostate. Ecstasy rolled over Lincoln in waves and lifted all the tiny hairs on his forearms and legs and left gooseflesh on his skin. Lincoln made a point of letting Aaron know things had changed for him by the smile he offered. The expression that softened Aaron’s face after made Lincoln’s heart melt inside his chest.

Lincoln opened himself wider and kept his eyes locked on Aaron. “I’m ready. Go ahead and move,” Lincoln said. “Take me. Make me yours.”

Aaron held the back of Lincoln’s knees and thrust his hips gently, pulled almost all the way out, then snapped his hips forward again. Aaron spread his knees on the mattress a bit more for leverage and began to rock his hips in a rhythm that slowly built in intensity.

“Aaron . . . holy shit,” Lincoln sighed.

Aaron dropped Lincoln’s legs and rested his weight on his forearms. He held Lincoln’s head between his hands and bent down for a kiss, while his hips continued to piston. “Your cock is so hard,” Aaron said.

“Feels so good,” Lincoln grunted. “I think I can come like this.”

“I want you to blow apart in my arms,” Aaron stated and then took Lincoln’s mouth again.

Lincoln’s cock rubbed against Aaron’s lower stomach; the courser hair there added friction to his aching shaft with every thrust of Aaron inside of him. Aaron timed each thrust with the slide of his tongue into Lincoln’s mouth. Lincoln could feel himself lifting higher, almost like he was levitating; his body becoming lighter and lighter with every pitch of Aaron’s hips. Lincoln’s eyelids closed as flashes of color exploded behind his eyes. He was right on the crest and staring at something in his mind’s eye that was so powerful he knew when he crashed he’d never be the same.

Aaron’s hand eased between their bodies and gripped onto Lincoln’s throbbing cock. When Aaron’s fingers tightened around him, Lincoln began to unravel. Two slow strokes from Aaron’s fist and Lincoln was pressing his heels into the bed to take more of Aaron inside of his ass. Aaron increased his speed making both of them groan. Lincoln was getting close. Aaron’s hips repositioned again and that was it. Aaron’s cock started to graze directly over Lincoln’s prostate, back and forth, and Lincoln couldn’t hold back anymore. He shot off without much warning with a string of curses and come splattering both their stomachs and chests.

Aaron followed him in orgasm a few seconds later then fell forward on top of Lincoln with his face buried in his neck. Breathing heavy, Aaron chuckled with every aftershock that quaked through their spent bodies. Lincoln’s arms wrapped around Aaron’s back and he pressed his lips to his temple.

“That was fucking amazing,” Lincoln said into Aaron’s soft hair.

“So are you,” Aaron said without lifting his head.

“I can’t believe I came that hard with a cock in my ass,” Lincoln joked. “I had no idea it could feel that good.”

Aaron lifted up on one elbow. “You obviously didn’t have the right partner last time, but now you have me.”

“Whoa, you said I could top you,” Lincoln answered. “I’m not bottoming every time we fuck, Aaron. I don’t mind doing it once in a while, but not
every
time. Your ass is too perfect for me to not fuck and now that I can maintain a nice boner, I want inside you real soon, babe.”