Gripping tightly he picked me up and held onto me as he shoved my papers and books off the bed before laying me down. My hands around his neck as he lay me down gently, his hands pushing my shirt up as he moved down and kissed my stomach. As his hands moved up so did my shirt and so did his mouth, biting the skin and kissing the bite marks.
'Geh- Lincoln.' I flinched as he bit my nipple. He looked up at me.
'Sorry, was that one too hard?' I shook my head and he darted his tongue out and pulled away, he pulled me with him and took my shirt off. He undid my jeans and pulled them off until I was only in my boxer briefs. He sat kneeling between my legs as he pulled his shirt off, the muscles flexing as he did and I reached out, running my fingers down his chest and unbuttoning his jeans while looking him in the eye. 'If you don't want this, you need to say so now, if we keep going and you don't say anything...' He turned his face away looking pained, he was probably thinking something along the lines of; if you don't say anything I'm going to hurt you. Dummy.
'It's okay, I want to.' I whispered and his eyes snapped back to me with surprise.
I opened my eyes slowly, I could see Lincoln's tanned chest under me and I took a deep breath, my body hurt everywhere but I moved my hand to his side and held a little tighter. I closed my eyes again and I felt him shift but only his arm to come around my back. The alarm started going off soon after and I let it ring, I didn't want to get up, everything hurt.
'We need to get up.' Lincoln muttered and I pushed up, I looked at him, my hand on his chest.
'I don't want to.' I bit my lip and he ran his hand through my hair.
'Did I go overboard and hurt you last night?' He asked, I just laid across his chest. I wriggled and moved until I was laying directly on top of him. I kissed his neck and he picked his legs up so mine spread to either side of his waist, his hands gripping my bare thighs and I felt him get hard. I sucked on his neck making him grunt out as his hands started searching my body. He slammed his hand down on the alarm before rolling me so I was underneath him, he pushed himself inside me and I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders and he grit his teeth.
We were quicker this morning compared to last night, I'm not sure why but when we were done Lincoln got the shower ready and got me up and into it. I caught a glimps of the amount of bite marks on my body, a rather deep one on my neck and I touched it carefully. Lincoln pulled me under the water and rubbed a cloth over me gently, I got him to turn and I stopped when I saw his back, scratches all over his shoulders and lower back.
'Did I do this?' I asked as I moved my fingers over the scratch marks. I kissed his shoulder and he turned back to me, kissing me gently. We got dressed and I looked in the mirror at the bite mark you could see.
'Sorry.' He whispered kissing the bite mark, he pulled back and I smiled.
'It's okay.' He tucked his hand under my arms and rested on my stomach, pulling me back against his chest as we brushed our teeth. 'We're going to be late if we don't leave now.' He said and I nodded grabbing my bag.
He started driving us to school, and I watched him with a smile.
'What?' He asked and I shrugged. We stopped at the lights and he looked at me, reaching out and running his thumb over my lips. 'You're smiling.' He said with a small smile.
'I'm happy.' I said taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. He looked shocked and red tinted his cheeks before he pulled his hand away, his shirt slipped and I got a better look at his neck, I reached out as he continued driving and I slid my hand up his arm and touched the dark mark on his neck. I smiled as we pulled into the parking lot and he grabbed my hand. 'You're not trying to hide that?' I asked and he grinned at me.
'Why? Someone I love gave that to me, plus hickeys are normal, bite marks are a bit less...' He grinned and I rolled my eyes.
'What ever.' I muttered getting out of the car and heading towards the school, Lincoln falling into step. The day went by slowly, Lincoln bought me lunch and rolling his eyes when I took the pudding cup from him when he offered. He took me home that afternoon and stuck around for an hour or so before heading home to see his dad. I sorted dinner out and Dad walked in the door just as it was almost ready.
'How was your day?' He asked sounding exhausted.
'It was good.' I said putting his plate down in front of him.
'Did you have a good time with Lincoln last night? I hope you boys didn't stay up too late.'
'We didn't, we actually went to bed early.' Technically we were in bed from four in the afternoon...
'That's good.' He looked up at me as I ate and frowned. 'What's that?' He asked and I looked at him confused until he pointed to my neck. 'What's that on your neck?' I clapped my hand down on it quickly, fear filling me as I looked at him, shock covering his face.
'Nothing, it's nothing.' I looked down, I was scared, what if...
'Did Lincoln do that to you?' He asked quietly. Tears sprang up.
'No.'
'Then you better get to explaining who fucking bit you.' He was angry now.
'No one.' I whispered.
'No one bit you? Then why is there a giant bite mark on your neck?'
'Dad...'
'Who bit you?'
I wiped my eyes and ran from the table, I locked myself in my room as he pounded on the door begging for me to come out. I cried as I sat against the door. He stopped after twenty minutes and there was silence on his side while I cried silently. There was a soft knock on the door.
'Asher.' I flinched.
'Go away Lincoln.' I cried and I heard him sigh.
'Let me in, come on.' He whispered and I stood up and pressed myself against the door. 'Let me in.' He whispered and I could feel him against the other side of the door. I opened the door and stood there crying, he stepped inside the room slowly, closing the door behind him and pulling me to him. 'What happened baby?' He asked and I gripped his shirt tightly.
'Dad saw the bite mark, what am I supposed to tell him?' I cried. 'I don't want to tell him, he's going to be so disappointed.' I cried into his chest and he held me tightly. He hushed me and picked me up, walking over to the bed and holding me there as I cried, whimpering about not wanting to tell dad. I calmed down after an hour or so and just lay there with him.
'You okay now?' I gripped a fist full of his shirt.
'He's going to hate me.' I whispered and Lincoln sighed out.
'You don't know that. Just talk to him, I'm sure he won't hate you that much, you're his only son.' He said kissing my head and I bit my lip. He didn't make me get up and we ended up spending another hour there before there was a knock on the door.
'Lincoln.' That wasn't dad's voice and Lincoln sighed again. 'Lincoln, it's been nearly three hours, are you two alright in there?'
'We're fine dad, we might be out soon.' I tucked my head into his neck a bit more, he put his free hand on my head and kissed my head again, silence falling on the other side of the door. 'We should go out there and talk to them soon.'
'What's your dad doing here?' I whispered and he held me a little tighter.
'Your dad called my dad and my dad dragged me over here. Your dad seemed pretty pissed off at me.' He pulled me up onto his lap and I braced my hands on his chest, he ran his fingers over the bite on my neck. 'I suppose that's what I get for not being careful.' I felt my bottom lip slip as I looked at him.
'Touch me.' I whispered. He looked at me with no expression. 'Please? I need you, touch me.' He swallowed and let his hands run along my arms down my chest, up from my knees to up hips, hands slipping under my shirt and I pulled it off quickly.
