Mackenzie
The sun blazed down onto my bare skin, but it was nothing like the heat pulsing between my legs. Filthy, naughty day dreams swirled through my head, mostly involving some porn-movie version of Lincoln coming out to the pool and just taking me any way he wanted to. Or then, my fantasies would switch to one where Wilder didn’t stop at just spanking me. Instead, in my head, he pinned me against the couch, pulled my panties to the side, and fucked me hard. My skin buzzed with electric heat, and I could feel my nipples straining against the thin fabric of the bikini top.
Between my legs, I could feel the slippery heat soaking into my bikini bottoms, wetting them and making them cling to my pussy.
I squeezed my thighs together, panting quietly at the sensations as I gripped the arm rests of the pool chair. The dirty sensations teased through me, made all the hotter by being right outside in the open, where anyone could see me. Something tingled down my back at the thought and I slowly opened my eyes under the sunglasses, as if to glance around and see if anyone was some how watching, despite the walls and lands around Wilder’s house.
I was about to shake my head at my own silliness, when suddenly, something caught my eyes. They darted up to one of the upstairs hall windows, knowing I’d seen something but not seeing it anymore. I shivered, feeling the thrill of being out here and hoping Lincoln would come out tease through me, when suddenly, the curtains moved aside again.
…Andthat time, I saw it.
I saw it and I gasped, out loud.
Lincoln was watching me — standing upstairs in one of the big windows overlooking the pool, and only half hidden in the shadows. His eyes were right on me, but then, it wasn’t his eyes that caught my attention.
…It was the fact that he had his powerful hand wrapped oh so tight around his huge, thick, swollen c*ck. I almost moaned out loud, my eyes locked on his gorgeous dick as he slowly pumped his hand up and down it. It was like what I’d seen before, in the shower that day a month before. But there wasn’t any steam hiding my view this time. This time, I could see him clearly, and my body reacted accordingly. My nipples hardened to points, and the wet heat between my thighs suddenly grew hotter, and wetter until I knewwas probably leaking right through the bikini. I moaned quietly, shifting in my seat and letting my sunglass-hidden eyes trace over every pulsing line of his beautiful cock.
Lincoln Reece was watching me, and I think it was fair to say he liked what he saw.
…So, I decided to show him more.
The bikini top came off with the smallest tug on the side strings — I just wish I could’ve seen the look on Lincoln’s face when I tossed it aside. I shivered heatedly, the sun teasing over my bare breasts and making my nipples ache as they hardened. I glanced back at the window and saw Lincoln’s eyes burning into me, his hand moving faster and faster as his jaw clenched.
Looking back, I know it could have stayed what is was that day — just an insanely hot memory I could hang on to, seeing my gorgeous, sexy as sin older guardian jerking his thick cock while he spied on me.
And that in itself would have been one of the hottest memories of my life. But I wanted more. Whatever this attraction to Lincoln — and to Wilder — was, it wasn’t enough to just tease and be teased. Whatever it was about them that drew me, it drew me in hard, and it wouldn’t let go. And laying there, feeling his intense gaze moving over my skin, I knew I needed more.
I stood, ignoring the fact that I could see Lincoln pull back from the window, and marched right for the house. It was cooler inside, and my skin tingled into goosebumps as I padded, topless, right through the house in just my bikini bottoms.
“Hey, Lincoln?”
The front door slammed.
I ran to the windows at the front of the house, just in time to see Lincoln in shorts and a t-shirt and trainers, jogging away down the driveway for one of his runs.
Damnit.
I scrunched my face up as I watched the object of my fantasy jogging away, and with it, my chance to make fantasy reality.
* * *
Forty-five minutes later, I was on the couch, aimlessly watching TV. I’d thrown a tank-top on, but I was still in my bikini bottoms as I looked up out the window to see Lincoln jogging back up the driveway. My pulse skipped, and I could feel the heated flush from before teasing through me as he jogged around the house to the back door.
I was in the kitchen when he stepped inside after stretching, and the sharp look in his eyes when he saw me sent a thrill through me.
“Get too hot out there for you?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes as he moved past me to the fridge.
He opened it and snagged a bottle of water, turning half towards me and sipping it, but still not meeting my eyes. His muscled, hardened body heaved from his run. There was a manly, sweaty smell to him, but it wasn’t the gross kind of “guy sweat” smell, it was this intoxicating, masculine scent that was driving me insane.
“Yeah, it did,” I said quietly, feeling my heart racing.
It was now or never. It was say something, and deal with the fall out, or chicken out and keep it inside forever.
“That’s why I took my top off.”
Lincoln stiffened, his jaw twitching as he took another sip of water.
“You took your top off outside? C’mon Kenzie, you can’t—”
“I’m pretty sure the closest neighbor out here will be you, and your house is a mile away.”
Lincoln didn’t say anything.
“Didn’t seem like you minded.”
He froze, his jaw tightening and his arm muscles rippling as he gripped the water bottle tightly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I swallowed thickly.
“You know what it means,” I whispered. “I saw you, upstairs.”
“You’re imagining things Kenzie.”
“I likedwhat I saw,” I said quietly, stepping towards him. Lincoln turned and looked at me then, and his blazing hot eyes burned right into my core, making me melt.
“You don’t know what you saw, Kenzie,” he growled fiercely.
“Don’t I?”
“Watch it,” he groaned, his eyes ablaze with heat.
“I did,” I said quietly, my cheeks flushing.
“Fuck, Kenzie,” Lincoln looked away. “You don’t know what you saw.”
He turned and started to walk out of the kitchen, and my heart sank almost as much as the frustration bloomed across my face.
I knew what he was doing — I knew with me being so young, and with his best friend being “in charge” of me, that in his eyes, I was totally off-limits. But I knew what I wanted.
I walked over to the fridge, yanked it open, and took out a beer. The cap made a hissing sound as I twisted it off and then chucked it across the marble countertop.
That got his attention.
Lincoln stopped in the doorway and turned back, and when his gorgeous blue eyes landed on the beer in my hand, they narrowed fiercely.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I shrugged, taking a small sip and forcing myself not to wrinkle my nose.
“What, it’s hot out. Just trying to cool off.”
And with that, I turned on my heel, and marched right out of the kitchen, feeling his eyes burning into my skin as I did.
* * *
“Kenzie.”
The growl from the doorway to the living room pulled my eyes up, and I shivered as they locked with Lincoln’s.
“What the fuck has gotten into you, huh?” he growled, stepping into the room. “Life so fucking hard here that you just have to act like a spoiled little fucking brat every god damn minute of the day?”
His voice rose, this commanding power behind it that sent electric teases through my body.
“Goddamnit, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled under his breath. “Put the fucking beer down, and—”
I snapped, furious that he was still ignoring what I was telling him.
“You can’t tell me what to do—”
“Watch me,” he hissed.
“Like you watched me?”
We both froze — him at my words, and me at not quite believing I’d actually said them out loud.
“What?”
My chest rose and fell heavily with my breath, and my tongue darted out to wet my lips.
“I— I know I saw you, upstairs in the window. I know you were watching me out by the pool.”
His jaw twitched, and his eyes blazed right into mine as his shoulders heaved.
“Goddamnit, Kenzie…”
“The same way you watched me last night, when Wilder was—”
“Stop, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled.
“I think you liked what—”
“You want to play big girl, huh?!”
I gasped sharply as Lincoln suddenly closed the distance between us, striding right over to me. He yanked me up by my elbows, making me tremble and gasp as he towered over me, his gorgeous blue eyes captivating mine.
Oh God, this is it.
I could feel the heat exploding through the room around us, the both of us panting and trembling this close to each other.
“You want to play bad girl?” he hissed under his breath. “You want to pretend you’re all grown up and can play with a grown man like this?”
“I am grown up,” I panted.
“You’re eighteen,” he growled, leaning down so he was inches from my face
“Yeah, I am. I’m an adult, you know!”
“Barely!”
“But legally.”
Lincoln groaned, and I took a quiet breath as I felt the thick, throbbing bulge in his gym shorts pulse against my tummy.
“Fuck, Kenzie,” he growled, his jaw clenched so tight and his hands holding me even tighter. I whimpered at his powerful, possessive grip, and when I looked up into his eyes, I knew he’d heard it.
“Lincoln—”
“Fuck, Kenzie.”
It came out as a hoarse whisper, and suddenly, his lips were searing to mine. I moaned into that kiss, the breath stolen from my body as every single nerve exploded with heat. My body came alive as he grabbed me in his powerful hands and yanked me right against his gorgeous, muscled body. Lincoln growled into my lips, and I moaned back, willingly opening them for his tongue. His hands slid over my body, his fingers teasing my skin as he gripped me so tightly.
Suddenly, I was falling as he pushed me back onto the couch behind us. I whimpered, panting as I watched him yank his shirt off and toss it away before moving over me. His tanned, tattooed, chiseled body rippled as he stalked over me, his muscles straining tight as he pinned me to the couch with his body over mine.
His lips crushed to mine again, and this time we both moaned loudly as we drowned in that kiss. My legs spread around his muscled hips, and when he started to tease a hand under the hem of my tank top, I shivered. His fingers moved lower, down over my tummy to tease against the edge of my little bikini bottoms.
“You like being a dirty girl, don’t you, Kenzie?” he growled into my lips, his body so hot and so hard against me. I could feel his huge cock throbbing against my pussy through his shorts and my bikini, making me so freaking wet I was sure he could feel it soaking into his gym shorts.
“You like being a bad little girl, and being a little fucking brat, don’t you?”
I whimpered, nodding and biting my lip as I looked up into his eyes.
“Apparently, you didn’t learn the lesson last night,” he growled, kissing me hard. “Apparently,some bad girls just need to be disciplined twice.”
“Maybe I do,” I panted.
Lincoln growled before he slid off of me. I gasped as he pulled me up, and then suddenly flipped me over, right across his knees.
“Since last night didn’t teach you, it looks like it’s up to me to show you how bad girls get punished in this house.”
Oh God…
“That what you’re looking for, you little brat? Looking for some one in charge to punish this bratty little ass of yours?”
I whimpered, moaning and feeling my face get bright red as I looked at the floor, bent over his knees like that. My ass was up in the air, and I could feel his hand move over the small of my back. I could also feel his huge cock, throbbing right against my tummy and twitching as I squirmed on his lap.
“Yes,” I gasped, panting.