21. Lincoln
LINCOLN
Daniel glared at me resentfully, but he didn’t seem surprised. Then again, it didn’t take a genius to work out what was going to happen tonight.
The question was… For all my talk, was I actually going to let him do it? Could I go through with it? Could I let the person I loathed the most in the world suck my dick?
My erection was on board, but my brain wasn’t quite there. Not until…
Daniel dragged his tongue across his lips, leaving them swollen and glistening.
My cock jerked in my shorts.
“Get on your fucking knees,” I commanded in a low rasp, and the hate in his gaze intensified.
“Fucking make me.”
Without warning, I placed my hands on his shoulders and shoved down, hard.
He cried out in shock, losing his balance, but instead of him falling to the floor, he fell into me.
I wasn’t prepared, and we both crashed down, sprawling out on my bedroom carpet.
We both scrambled to right ourselves at the same time and ended up on our knees, facing each other.
Then I was confronted with the reality of Daniel Hoyton right in front of my face.
His fucking mouth with those plush lips.
His high cheekbones with that deep pink flush against his pale skin.
His bright blue eyes with those stunning gold-tipped lashes, the blue currently a thin ring almost swallowed by his dilated pupils.
He wanted this. Badly.
I wanted to get one over him. Badly.
And so I rose to my feet, sliding my fingers into his soft, tousled hair, taking care to avoid the lump on his head that made me see red every time I caught sight of it. “Take my dick out.”
“Fuck you,” he ground out. The sight of him on his knees in front of me, so resentful and so turned on, made my cock throb, leaking precum into my shorts. His own erection was obscenely tenting his boxer briefs, a wet spot darkening the fabric lovingly hugging his cockhead.
I hadn’t really thought about exploring my potential bisexuality until I’d become a student at Whelford Uni.
I’d always been more into women than men, and the percentage of guys in my boarding school who were also into other guys was low—even lower when I took mutual sexual attraction into account.
I’d been on the lacrosse team and in the inner circle of the most popular students, and that came with many perks.
Finding a girl who wanted to mess around with me was effortless because they came to me for the most part, and if they didn’t, it normally only took a suggestive look or a short conversation, and we’d end the night mutually satisfied.
But since I’d started my degree, I’d experimented here and there.
I’d discovered that yes, I was definitely bi, but at Whelford, as had been the case at Hatherley Hall, women were in plentiful supply compared to men who were into other men—at least, those who were openly out and were down to mess around with me.
So the opportunity to be with a man hadn’t come along all that often, and as I enjoyed the company of the gorgeous women who always seemed to be flocking around the Whelford Flames, it hadn’t really been something I’d put much thought into.
Now, though, it was all I could think about. Or, to be more accurate, all I could think about was stuffing Daniel Hoyton’s irritating mouth full with my cock and fucking his face until he was crying and choking on my dick.
“Take my dick out, or leave.”
His nostrils flared, his pupils swallowing the remaining ring of blue in his irises, until there was just a red-headed demon with black eyes kneeling at my feet, ready to set me on fire with a single touch.
I hated this effect he had on me, but I craved it at the same time.
That was why he was here right now, in the place I never brought any of my hook-ups because I didn’t want to give them the wrong idea.
With him, it was different. I knew that there was no danger of either of us wanting more.
This was purely about releasing the tension between two people who would never, ever choose each other, in this life or any other.
His tongue swiped across his lips again as his gaze dropped to my shorts, and my hands tightened in his hair.
“Yeah,” he said, so quietly that I almost missed it.
He curled his fingers around my waistband, and I could feel the tremor in them.
I found myself circling my thumb over his scalp, a soothing gesture that was completely subconscious, but it was worth it when he began to ease my shorts down.
He reached the top of my pubes, the base of my cock coming into view, and I heard him exhale shakily.
“You’ve seen it before,” I reminded him, and his gaze shot to mine.
“I wasn’t fucking up close and personal with it then, dickhead.” The annoyance in his voice made me relax a little, because it meant he had his confidence back, and that hopefully meant he was going to go through with this. “Most of it was in Kimberly’s mouth.”
The way he snarled her name made me smirk and my dick leak even more precum. “You said you were better with your mouth than her. Fucking prove it.”
“I will,” he snapped, yanking my shorts down. My dick sprang free, throbbing and fully erect, the head glistening with precum. Daniel sucked in a breath, and then he moved forwards, sliding his palms up my thighs and making my leg hairs stand on end.
I groaned, tipping my head back against the wall. Calloused fingers tentatively curled around the base of my erection, and then I felt warm breath skating over the tip.
I had to see. I couldn’t pretend that this was a faceless, nameless person about to give me a blowjob. My eyes fluttered open.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, watching his mouth open like it was in slow motion, his plush lips stretching wide as he took me inside and closed his mouth around the tip.
I leaned back against the wall because my legs had gone weak at the feel of his lips wrapped around my cock.
I scrambled for something to say that would allow me to regain some of my equilibrium, and all I managed to choke out was, “Don’t even think about using your teeth. ”
Daniel immediately pulled off my cock, his eyes flashing with fire as he glared up at me. “I’m not fucking stupid, asshole. I know that.”
I stared down at him, my heart pounding. “Have you ever done this before?”
“No, I’m straight.”
A huff of laughter escaped me. “Yeah. You look so fucking straight with my dick in your mouth.”
“Doesn’t change the facts. You look so fucking straight with your dick in my mouth.”
“Did I ever say I was straight?”
His eyes widened, his mouth falling open. “You’re not?”
“No. I’m bi.”
“Oh.” Something flashed in his gaze. He drew back, his fingers still curled around the base of my dick, but I noticed his own erection was subsiding. Shit. “You’ve done this before with other guys, then,” he said, the words low and hesitant, as if they’d been dragged out of him.
“A few. None that were memorable.” This, in contrast, was going to be something I never forgot. I already knew it. “You don’t have to go ahead with it if you don’t want to.”
I meant the words, but I also knew just how stubborn he was, and I also knew just how badly he wanted to prove this to me. So when he leaned forwards again, muttered “fuck you,” and swiped his tongue over my leaking tip, I couldn’t stop the words coming from my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. So fucking good.”
He raised his middle finger, and I chuckled…
which turned into a moan when he pulled off and then proceeded to drag his very talented tongue up the underside of my shaft.
My breath came in pants as he flattened his tongue, focusing on the sensitive spot on the underside of my cockhead, setting all my nerve endings alight.
I sucked in a breath as I stared down at him, my dick throbbing and leaking as he explored every inch of it with his mouth.
My foreskin was completely rolled back, exposing my sensitive tip, and Daniel swirled his tongue around it like it was his favourite ice cream. There was no hesitation, no holding back, none of what I’d imagine from a straight guy. Nothing like the few blowjobs I’d experienced with other men.
“Mmm.” My hands slid deeper into his hair, cradling his skull. I desperately wanted to throat fuck him until he cried, but I knew if I even attempted it during his first-ever blowjob, there would never be a repeat.
What the hell? I didn’t want a repeat. I didn’t—
He pulled off again, letting his saliva drip onto my dick, leaving it shiny and wet, and then he took me into his mouth again. I gasped. “Oh, fuuuuck. Fuck, baby. You’re so good.”
His moan sent vibrations down my shaft, and I noticed his free hand going to his renewed erection. I lifted my foot, tapping my toe against his hand, and he glanced up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes already watery.
So beautiful.
I tapped his hand again and shook my head. “No touching.”
Instead of the expected glare, he closed his eyes and took his hand off his dick.
My jaw dropped. This was so unlike him. He was never agreeable, not with me.
His palm slid up the inside of my thigh, and then I discovered just how good Daniel Hoyton was at multitasking.
The hand curving around the base of my dick moved in time with his mouth, stroking me as he licked and sucked and moaned and choked on my erection, driving me fucking wild.
His other hand left my thigh, his fingers alternating between cupping my balls and rubbing over my taint.
It felt so good, and I knew with absolute certainty that one time wouldn’t be enough.
I couldn’t look away from the sight of my enemy on his knees, willingly swallowing my cock.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he took me deeper, choking on my length, and my balls drew up tight.
“Gonna come,” I gasped, and he pulled off, his hand continuing to work over my length as my dick pulsed and shot jet after jet of cum over him, marking him as mine.
Collapsing back against the wall, my legs shaking, I released my grip on his hair.
As I scrubbed my palm over my face, I realised that my hands were trembling too.
I looked down at my demon, kneeling there with my marks on him, still erect, still keeping his hands away from his cock.
It was the hottest sight I’d ever seen.
Fuck.