20. Dan
DAN
So we were really doing this. I had to admit that fifty percent of my decision was curiosity about where Lincoln lived when he wasn’t hanging out in his rich boy mansion.
Two percent of it was the knowledge that I probably shouldn’t drive while my head was still hurting.
As for the other forty-eight percent… I glared down at my jeans, where the bulge of my annoyingly obstinate dick was making itself known. Yeah.
I wasn’t stupid, despite what some people might think.
There was something building between me and the tatted-up bane of my existence.
Yes, it was built on many, many layers of mutual hatred, but fucking hell, no one had ever made my dick go from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye.
On top of that, there was the fact that no one could kiss the way he did.
Not that I’d be telling him either of those things. And by the way, it was thanks to Lincoln bellend Bellingham that I learned that hate boners were a thing.
So. I was no scientist, but I did know that when pressure built up, it needed to be released at some point.
Right? Every time we were forced to interact, the pressure only increased.
Hence, the need for an explosion, and only one thing came to mind.
I wished I hadn’t been bragging about how good I was with my mouth, but they still hadn’t invented time machines since the last time I’d checked.
And I was pretty sure I could predict what Lincoln would expect from me.
There was only one reason he’d invite me to come home with him, and it wasn’t out of concern for my well-being.
The wanker hated me, and I had no doubt that if I died of my head injuries, he’d be the first in line to spit on my grave.
“I’ll follow you in a minute. Gotta phone Jay and let him know I’ve made other arrangements for my overnight accommodation,” I said when we reached the apartment building. That was a lie. As soon as Lincoln disappeared inside, I pulled out my phone and called Liana.
“Are you free to talk? It’s an emergency.”
A sharp exhale came through the speaker. “I’m with the girls. Hang on a second.” There was some muffled talking that I couldn’t make out and then a soft creak. “Okay. I’m in the bathroom. What’s the emergency?”
“I need to know how to give a good blowjob.”
A screech echoed in my ear. “Excuse me? Are you okay? Do I need to get Dr. Attwood to check you over again?”
“No. Li, I’m being serious. You’re the only one I can ask. I’m not friends with any gay or bi men—”
“Isn’t Neo bi?”
I sucked in a breath. What? Neo? “Uh, not that I know of.” Whether he was or he wasn’t, there was no way I’d ever ask one of my teammates for dick-sucking tips. “Please, Li. This is important, and I’m kind of on a time crunch.”
“I have so many questions,” she muttered.
“And I’ll answer them—” Maybe. “—but for now, I just need to know. Like when you give one, how do you make it good? I know the basics—I mean, I’ve had hundreds or maybe even thousands of blowjobs, but I haven’t been on the giving end, and—”
“Dan. Take a breath, and give me a minute to process this,” she instructed.
“Okay.” I exhaled shakily, slumping back against the wall.
“Are you okay? Really?” When I made an affirmative noise, she continued. “Alright, let me clarify. You want me to give you tips so you can give someone a blowjob? Or are you relaying this information to someone else?”
“The first one.”
“Oh… So when someone has a penis that big— Ugh, I can’t believe we’re actually talking about this. You’re so lucky I feel sorry for you because of your injury.”
“And you love me for my natural charm,” I reminded her. Then her words registered. “How do you know he has a dick that big? Please don’t call it a penis. It’s weird.”
“It isn’t. It’s the correct medical term.”
“And you’re not a medical professional.”
“Do you want my advice or not?”
“Yes. Sorry, my queen. Please tell me how you know about his dick size?”
She sighed. “Gossip, mostly. I haven’t seen it in person to verify.”
“Gossip?” That meant… “Do you know who it is?”
“Daniel,” she said gently. “There’s only one man I’ve ever known you to be so unhinged about that you would consider sucking their p-dick.
I take it this is a weird competitive thing with you two.
Unless you’ve been hooking up with men and keeping it to yourself—which would be totally fine, but you’re the type to shout it from the rooftops every time you get laid. No offence.”
“None taken. It’s true, and no, I haven’t even thought about sucking anyone else’s dick. Or doing anything with another man, for that matter. Bloody hell, if I was bi, I’d hope I’d at least have better taste than Lincoln bellend Bellingham. He’s my literal nemesis.”
“He’s very good-looking,” she said.
Yeah, he was, but that didn’t mean anything. I knew loads of objectively hot men, including some of my closest friends and teammates, and I’d never even had one second where I’d looked at them and felt attraction.
Not that I felt attraction towards Lincoln, either. It was just a weird thing building from our mutual animosity.
“Me and him are stuck inside a balloon, and it’s being filled with more and more of our mutual hatred, and we need to let it pop so it’ll all be over, and we can get out of the balloon and breathe again.”
“Um…that’s…an interesting analogy.” She coughed. “Okay. I don’t feel like I’m qualified to give you any tips, honestly. You’re good with your mouth, or so I’ve heard from a large number of people, including yourself, and you have a dick of your own. You know what feels good.”
“I just don’t want to suck.” I sniffed a bit, trying to make it sound as if I was dejected so she’d feel sorry for me.
“I hate to be the one to tell you, but sucking is kind of the point. I think you should just go with whatever feels right in the moment. You can do this. Just take your time…um, don’t use your teeth, obviously, and think about what you like. You’ll be fine. I have faith in you.”
The door swung open at my knock, Lincoln taking up my entire field of vision. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming back. I thought you might’ve made a run for it.”
My mouth went dry as I stood there staring at him. He’d stripped off his hoodie and damp T-shirt, and he’d changed from his joggers into a pair of loose basketball shorts. My gaze roamed all over his body. Objectively, he was the hottest fucking man I’d ever seen in my life, and that included me.
I hated it.
I— Okay, I was now inside his room, and I was pulling him into me, and we were kissing. There were no reservations, no holding back, and nothing and no one to stop this train wreck from happening.
“Gonna fucking blow your mind, Bellingham,” I snarled, biting at his throat as rage suddenly filled me. How dare he turn me on this much? I hadn’t even known it was possible to be this turned on.
Fuck me. Earlier, when his dick had been trying to kiss mine, and then I’d seen the precum on his joggers, my erection had almost punched through my jeans. I should’ve known this would happen tonight. It was completely ridiculous.
“Yeah, baby? Let’s see if you really are as good with your mouth as you say.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you more. Fucking hate you,” he growled, slamming me up against the wall. There was a clatter as something fell down somewhere behind him.
“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met.” I dug my teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, scraping my blunt nails down his back as he groaned.
Our mouths slammed together again, hot and urgent and so fucking good, it made my head spin.
He tore his mouth away, breathing hard. “Wait, wait.” The sudden urgency in his tone had my eyes flying to his.
“What?”
“Your head. I forgot. I don’t— I want to mess you up, and not in a nice way. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
I blinked, willing some of the blood cells congregating in my obscenely hard cock to return to my brain so I could make sense of his words. “You literally just said you wanted to mess me up. What’s the difference?”
“You’re hurt by someone else.” His stubble rasped over my cheek as he went for my ear. “I don’t want to make that pain any worse.”
I knew exactly what he meant. But that didn’t work with tonight’s plans. I didn’t want him treating me like some fragile doll.
“I’m not made of fucking china, baby,” I goaded him. “Do your fucking worst.”
His groan echoed in my ear as I grabbed his ass for the first time and thrust against him. “Fuck.”
Fuck indeed. I palmed his cheeks, thrusting again. “I think my hate for you just increased.”
“You make no fucking sense,” he ground out, scraping his teeth down the side of my throat. Lifting his head, he tugged at the hem of my hoodie. “Get this off.”
I smirked at him. “I knew you were dying to see my sexy body.”
“The only thing I’m dying to see is my fist in your face, but that’ll have to wait.”
“Next time,” I promised him, reluctantly letting go of his ass. “Want a Dan special striptease?”
“I want you to shut your mouth and get your fucking clothes off,” he growled, and I shivered.
His hands began lifting my hoodie and T-shirt at the same time, his palms sliding up my torso. Goosebumps. Everywhere. Despite his impatient words about getting my clothes off, I noticed he was slow and careful when it came to easing them over my head.
I had no doubt that it was purely because of my head injury and his weird obsession with it, but it was almost sweet in a way.
Brushing off that errant thought, because sweet and Lincoln Bellingham did not go together, I undid my jeans and kicked off my trainers. When I was down to my boxer briefs, I straightened back up to find Lincoln staring at me, his expression bordering on murderous. I swallowed hard.
“Okay, I know you’re probably jealous of my body, but there’s no need to get angry about it. I can give you some workout tips—”
“Who did this to you?” Rage darkened his eyes.
What? I glanced down at the bruises and marks from my altercation with the Bratva henchman still littering my skin. “Uh, it’s nothing.”
“Who. Did. This? Tell me. Now.” His nostrils flared, his fists clenching at his sides.
“I got into a fight. Same time I got this.” I waved my hand in the direction of the bump on my head. “I’m fine. You should see the other guy.” My words were light, but my voice faltered when he took a step closer, touching the biggest bruise on my side.
“Did you make them pay?”
Well, not personally, because I’d been a little preoccupied with the aftermath of my meet-and-greet with a fucking rock.
And the guy had managed to get away. But I was positive the Volkovs were well on their way to weeding out the traitors in their group, and payback would be very violent and very satisfying.
“They’ll pay for it a hundred times over,” I assured him.
“Good. I don’t like this,” he muttered, sliding his palm over my abs. I sincerely hoped he was referring to the bruising, rather than my actual body, because that would suck.
“You mean the bruises, right?”
“Yeah.” Some of the rage bled from his expression as his lips twitched. Reluctantly. “If that’s your way of trying to get me to compliment you, you’re wasting your breath. Your arrogance is already sky-high, and I’m not adding to it.”
“Aww. I knew you thought I was pretty.”
“Pretty awful.”
“Mmm. Keep complimenting me. It’s hot.”
“Do you ever fucking shut up?” He leaned in with a clear intent to kiss me, probably to get me to stop talking, but I placed my hand over his mouth.
“Before we get back to the fun part, I wanna check something. You know I get bashed up a lot in hockey, right? And I fight. For fun. I’m bruised a lot of the time, and some of the time, it’s thanks to you.
You’re bruised a lot of the time. Your teammates are too. Why is this such an issue for you now?”
“It’s different,” he muttered from behind my palm. “I’m not used to seeing the evidence on you.” When I lifted my hand away, I noticed his cheeks were red, and it made me feel all weirdly flustered.
I cleared my throat. “Um, okay. Is this gonna be a problem?”
“Shut the fuck up, Arson,” he ground out, and then he kissed me again. I bristled at his casual use of the nickname that only my friends used, but the way he said it also made me feel bubbles inside, like champagne was fizzing in my belly.
My body was seriously confused. Oh, except for my dick, which was hard and ready, insistently prodding at Lincoln’s thigh. Fuck it for having the actual worst taste ever.
A moan escaped me as he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and then released it, sliding his tongue all around the bitten area. Fuuuck. His mouth curved against mine, and then he dipped his head lower, biting at my throat.
“No, not again,” I panted, palming his ass as I dragged him closer, letting him rub his hard shaft up against my thigh.
“Yes.” The asshole yanked my head to the side, biting and sucking my neck, making a complete mess of my pristine skin.
My dick throbbed, precum dampening my underwear, and I pressed harder into him, needing some friction against my aching erection.
The second he raised his head, I was on him, twisting us around and slamming him up against the wall.
Something else crashed to the floor behind me, but I gave zero fucks.
All I cared about was getting my mouth on Lincoln, to mark him up again so everyone knew he was fucking mine. Mine to fuck up. Mine to destroy.
I went at him with my mouth, his groans and pants spurring me on as I made a mess of his neck, covering him with reminders of me.
His hands were all over me, rough and aggressive, and I fucking loved it.
Fighting and fucking had never been a combination I’d experienced at the same time, but fuck me sideways. This was everything.
It made me resent him even more.
“Good luck explaining that to your teammates,” I snarled, biting at his jaw.
He ducked his head, scraping his teeth over my throat in retribution. “You’re gonna regret doing that.”
“Fucking hypocrite. I hate you, you big-dicked bastard.”
There was a sudden pause when my words registered for both of us, and I immediately regretted all my life choices that had led me to this point.
Our eyes met, and I could clearly see the amusement sparkling in between all that heat he was directing at me. “Big-dicked bastard. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. Speaking of my dick—”
“We’re not fucking speaking of it.” I went for his mouth again, but he turned his head.
“No. You need to learn that you can’t just say things with no consequences.”
I eyed him warily. I had an inkling of where he was heading… More than an inkling. More like I was fully on board this incoming train wreck heading for its inevitable conclusion with no way to stop it. “What things?”
“You said no one was as good as you with their mouth. Prove it.”
“Fuck you, Bellingham.”
His eyes met mine again. “You’re not getting out of it that easily. Get on your knees and suck my dick, Hoyton.”