Chapter 18: Lynn: Hey My Man, You Want Some Watermelon? (NSFW Chapter)
Author's Note: The following scene includes mature interactions. If you're not comfortable with NSFW content, please skip to the next scene marked with (***)
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The hotel room door slammed shut behind Anna and Lynn.
Anna, her red hair wild and tousled from the elevator ride up, shoved Lynn against the wall with a fierce grin.
"You think you can just tease me all dinner and get away with it?" she purred, her emerald eyes blazing with that intoxicating mix of love and lust. Her hands were already everywhere—yanking his tie loose, popping buttons on his shirt—while her lips crashed into his, tongue invading like she owned him.
Lynn growled low in his throat, flipping their positions in one swift move. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other hiking up her sleek black dress to expose lace panties already damp with anticipation.
"Tease? Darling, this is just the preview." He bit her lower lip, tugging until she whimpered, then released her wrists to rip the dress over her head. Anna's full breasts bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air, begging for attention.
She didn't wait—wild as ever, she dropped to her knees, fingers fumbling with his belt.
Ziiip!
His pants hit the floor, and her mouth was on him in seconds, hot and hungry.
"Mmm... fuck, you taste like sin," she moaned around his thick cock, sucking deep, her tongue swirling over the veiny shaft. Lynn's head thudded back against the wall, fingers tangling in her fiery locks as he thrust into her throat.
Gluck-gluck!
The wet sounds echoed, her gags turning into eager hums as saliva dripped down her chin.
But Anna wasn't one to submit for long. She pulled back with a POP, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes feral.
"Bed. Now." She dragged him by the collar, shoving him onto the mattress and straddling him like a queen claiming her throne. Her panties came off in a flash, tossed aside, and she ground her slick pussy against his hardness. "Feel how wet you make me? All for you, you bastard."
Lynn flipped her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide. He dove in face-first, tongue lashing her clit with ruthless precision.
Slurp-slurp!
Anna arched off the bed, nails raking his scalp. "Oh God—yes! Eat me like you mean it!"
Her hips bucked wildly, juices coating his chin as he sucked and fingered her deep, curling two digits to hit her G-spot. She thrashed, passionate cries building: "Fuck, Lynn—don't stop—I'm gonna—ahh!"
She came hard, walls pulsing around his fingers, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets. But she wasn't done—far from it.
"Your turn," she hissed, flipping him over and mounting him reverse cowgirl. She sank down onto his cock slowly, inch by inch, her ass cheeks spreading as she took him all.
Schlop!
"Fuuuck, you're so big," she groaned, starting to ride him like a storm—up and down, grinding in circles, her wild side unleashed.
Lynn gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her.
Slap-slap-slap!
Skin on skin, the room filled with the obscene symphony of their bodies.
"Harder, Anna—take it all!"
She leaned forward, bracing on his thighs, bouncing faster.
"Yes! Pound me—make me yours!" Sweat flew, her red hair whipping as she reached back to fondle his balls.
He couldn't hold back. Sitting up, he pulled her onto all fours—doggy style, her favorite for the raw dominance. He slammed in from behind, one hand spanking her ass red.
Slap! Slap!
"You love this, don't you? My wild girl." Anna pushed back, meeting every brutal thrust.
"Yes—fuck me deeper! I love you, you asshole—harder!" Her pussy clenched like a vice, milking him as he railed her, balls slapping her clit.
The bed creaked in protest, headboard banging the wall.
Thud-thud!
She came again, screaming his name, body quaking. Lynn followed, burying deep with a roar: "Coming—take it!" Hot spurts filled her, overflowing as he pumped through his release.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap, breaths ragged, hearts pounding in sync.
***
The next morning.
As their passionate cries of ecstasy faded in the hotel room, Anna draped herself over Lynn, the thin sheet barely concealing her flushed, sweat-glistened curves.Sweat from her forehead dripped onto Lynn's chest.
Anna's slender fingers danced teasing patterns across his skin. "Darling, I think I'm falling harder for you every time."
"It's been three months, and your charm... it's intoxicating, pulling me in deeper."
Hearing Anna's husky whisper, laced with the raw edge from her moans hours before, Lynn's pulse quickened.
He had to admit, Anna was breathtaking. And her voice, when not roughened by passion, rang clear like a melody.
But... surrender the whole forest for one exquisite tree?
He couldn't strike such a foolish bargain.
With that in mind, Lynn tenderly lifted her chin. "Darling, you're utterly bewitching. So much so that after wrapping up my mission last night, I rushed straight to you."
"But, my love, you're the star vocalist of California F.I.L.D. Adoring fans flock to you."
"I couldn't be greedy enough to hoard you. Your voice, your fire... it belongs to the world."
Gazing into Lynn's eyes, deeper and more pleading than a lost pup's...
Anna's lips quirked, and she playfully swatted his chest. "Oh, spare me. You're just dodging because you won't commit to being my boyfriend."
"You think I don't see you're never without company?"
Anna sighed, collapsing onto his chest with a soft thud, murmuring, "I must be insane. I know you're a notorious playboy, rivaling Tony Stark himself."
"Yet every trip back to New York, I can't resist hunting you down."
"FUCK. I've definitely been poisoned."
Seeing the raw vulnerability etched on Anna's flawless features...
Lynn brushed her cheek with his thumb, adopting a theatrical, over-dubbed tone. "Oh, my ravishing Ms. Anna. If you've been poisoned... shall Dr. Lynn prescribe... a potent antidote?"
"Oh, that's enough! Don't you dare start round two!"
Anna rolled away, hugging a pillow tight. "I need actual sleep. Big performance tonight!"
"Fine. Sweet dreams, then."
Lynn leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek, then slipped into the bathroom.
He showered swiftly, dressed, and paused at the bedroom door, hand on the knob, when Anna's voice cut through: "Lynn... do you really not want to be my boyfriend?"
Turning with his signature roguish grin, Lynn replied, "In case I don't see you again... good morning, good afternoon, and good night."
"FUCK. You really are an asshole!"
Anna flipped him off and cursed.
***
Leaving the hotel, Lynn let out a long sigh of relief.
The very idea of the pop star wanting to be his girlfriend...
Lynn shuddered. He immediately pulled out his phone, blocked her number, and deleted her contact.
He performed the series of actions with practiced, fluid ease. Only after it was all done did Lynn feel like the warmth had returned to the world.
He got in his car, started it, and drove straight back to his rented apartment.
Because of last night's incident, Lynn had been given a week of administrative leave.
That meant for a whole week, he wouldn't have to look at George Stacy's grim face.
That was truly good news.
Back at the apartment, he opened the hidden compartment under his bed.
Inside, the mole's tails, eagle talons, and other ingredients were running low.
He didn't have much of a stash of potions left, either.
Thinking about the price Natasha had offered, Lynn immediately decided to head to New York's black market.
'Are you kidding me? All the raw materials together cost a few thousand, and I can make two hundred grand.'
'Only an idiot would turn that down.'
He pulled out his phone and made a call. When it connected, Lynn said, "Hey, my man. The watermelon is sweet, you want some? How's the harvest in the cotton fields?"
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Hell's Kitchen.
A black man answered the phone. Hearing the words, he was instantly furious.
Forcing down his anger, the man said, "I'm real thirsty, I'd love some watermelon. And the cotton harvest is great. Oh, and bring some fried chicken when you come."
After finishing the countersign, the man exploded. "FUCK YOU! You goddamn asshole, that codesign of yours is racist as hell!"
"Lynn, you are the most Grade-A bastard I know. I really, really want to put a bullet in you!"
Lynn, who had moved the phone away from his ear and tossed it on the bed, continued to check the remaining items in the compartment.
After about a minute, when he figured Johnny had probably finished cursing, he picked the phone back up. "Johnny, get the stuff I asked for last time."
"Change the amount from 10 to 30. And don't tell me you're out of stock."
"I know you. You're always prepared."
"For the money, just get your ass over here. If you weren't such a big spender, I'd have put a bullet in you for those codesigns ages ago, you bastard!"
After hanging up, Johnny turned to his lackey. "Get 30 units of the stuff from Warehouse 7."
He thought for a second, then added, "Oh, and get those vampire fangs and the werewolf claws, too. He's the only asshole who buys weird crap like that."
"On it, boss."
The lackey immediately ran off toward Warehouse 7.
***
After eating breakfast at home, Lynn went downstairs, only to see Natasha leaning against his car, talking on the phone.
Seeing Lynn, she hung up and waved. "Morning."
"What are you doing here?"
Lynn looked at her and held up his hands. "Didn't I say I'd call you when the potions were ready? I haven't even made them yet."
"I'm on leave. And I'm here to deliver this."
She handed Lynn a manila envelope.
He took it and saw it was full of cash. Twenty grand. "In light of this... an advance from my new boss... are you still going to kick me out?"
"By the way, I can get Steve's money for you, too. In fact, I can get you an extra hundred thousand from him. Do you want cash, check, or wire transfer? I can handle it."
Seeing Natasha's half-smiling, all-knowing eyes, Lynn thought for a moment. "Alright. For an extra hundred grand..."
"I'm going to pick up the ingredients for the potions now. Want to come?"
"Of course."
Natasha slid into the passenger seat without hesitation and fluffed her auburn hair. "I'm very curious about you mysterious apothecaries."
"Also... Steve and I left you out of our reports."
"Thanks."
Lynn started the car and hit the gas, heading straight for Hell's Kitchen.
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