22. Dan
DAN
Swiping away my tears, I took several deep breaths before glancing back up at my nemesis.
knew I should say something to get back on a more even keel, but I was still reeling from the fact that apparently, I really liked sucking dick.
Maybe I was bi after all. I was pretty sure straight men didn’t enjoy that kind of pastime.
And then Lincoln had covered me in his cum, and I was forty percent pissed off that he’d done it and sixty percent unbearably fucking turned on. Seriously, my erection was borderline painful.
Which brought me to an uncomfortable realisation.
I wasn’t touching myself, and I hadn’t done so since he told me not to.
His voice, all low and sexy, saying “Fuck, baby. You’re so good,” and then his instruction to not touch myself, combined with the sensation of his giant dick stretching my mouth…
It had done something weird to me. Altered my brain chemistry or something.
Maybe his family really were witches.
“You’d better clean this up,” I managed to rasp out, mustering up my best attempt at a glare.
“Yeah…gimme a second,” he slurred.
Shit, he was completely cum-drunk, wasn’t he? I should take advantage.
Finding his hands, I yanked, hard, and he collapsed to the carpet like a puppet with its strings cut.
He growled-slash-slurred a string of swear words at me, but I ignored them, shoving at his shoulders so he fell onto his back.
The second he was down, I wasted no time in ripping off my boxer briefs and straddling his torso. “Payback time,” I announced. “Open up.”
His eyes widened in alarm as I shifted forwards. “The fuck, Hoyton?”
“What, you expected me to suck your dick without you giving me anything in return?”
“Uh…” His tongue slid across his lips, and fuck, I really needed to kiss the wanker. Silently promising my dick that I’d give it some relief soon, I moved back and then lowered my body to his, chest to chest.
“You don’t have to give me a blowjob if you don’t want to,” I murmured before sliding my mouth over his.
He groaned, wrapping his arms around my back as he opened up to me.
I knew he was only doing it because he was still dazed and confused from the epic orgasm I’d given him, but I didn’t hate it.
The opposite, actually, which was a big problem.
“It’s not that,” he whispered against my lips like a secret. “After what you just did, I don’t… Fucking hell, Dan.”
I sat bolt upright, my heart skipping several beats as I stared down at him with wide eyes. “You called me Dan.”
His expression instantly turned murderous. “That was an accident. It’s not gonna happen again.”
I smirked. “Whatever you say, Link.”
Bucking his hips, he shoved at my chest. “Fuck. Off.”
I fell, twisting sideways and landing on the floor, my elbows taking the brunt of the jarring impact.
Climbing to my feet, I turned my back on the person who had reminded me of just how much I hated him.
Stalking across the room into what I assumed was his bathroom, I slammed the door closed behind me.
I raked my fingers roughly through my hair, swearing when they hit the bump on the side of my head. I’d been so pissed off, I’d forgotten all about it. Lowering my hands, I curled my fingers around the sink.
When I raised my head and saw my reflection in the mirror, my agitation only increased. Lincoln’s cum drying on my skin. Lincoln’s hickeys all over my neck. Lincoln’s words imprinted on my brain.
Fuck, baby. You’re so good.
I laughed humourlessly. The shit men said when they were getting their dick wet should be studied.
I mean, I had a sample size of one, plus myself…
oh, and the threesomes I’d partaken in, which hadn’t ever involved any swords crossing, before you ask.
The point was, people would say all kinds of shit in the heat of the moment, and they never meant it. At least not in my experience.
I wasn’t good. Lincoln had said it to my face. He’d called me bad news, and he was right.
I glanced down at my now-soft dick. Reality had intruded for both of us, and now it was time for me to go.
Okay. First things first, I needed to remove all traces of Lincoln bellend Bellingham’s cum from my skin. Turning on the tap, I reached for the washcloth neatly folded next to the sink.
The door burst open, Lincoln’s face appearing in the mirror behind me. I immediately swung my gaze to my own reflection, lifting the dampened washcloth to my chin.
“What are you doing?” His voice was low and cautious.
“What do you think I’m doing? Use your fucking eyes. I’m cleaning up the remains of your spunk. Remember when you came all over me? Don’t worry, it won’t take me long. I’ll be gone before you know it.”
“You’re leaving? How will you get home?”
“There’s a great app called Uber. You can press a few buttons, and a taxi comes to whisk you away. You should try it sometime.” I should’ve used it in the first place instead of coming here. Past Dan had a lot to answer for.
His face cycled through a range of emotions—and yes, I was looking at him again, stupid eyes—and then he shook his head. “No. You’re not leaving.”
“That’s not your decision to make.” I swiped the washcloth over my chest, removing more traces of my nemesis. “I did what you clearly invited me here to do. You got to find out first-hand that I wasn’t lying about how good I am with my mouth, and now that’s done, there’s no reason for me to stay.”
“What about…” He glanced down, his cheeks taking on a hint of pink. “You wanted me to return the favour.”
I sighed. This was pointless. “Yeah, and then you got all weird about saying my name and threw me off you. I got the hint, and believe me when I say I’m not that fucking desperate.
There are plenty of willing people I can take my pick of.
I don’t need someone who clearly isn’t into it.
” Rubbing at my skin, I removed the last traces of his cum, leaving red marks behind where I’d scrubbed a bit too aggressively.
I was doing my best to focus on everything other than the fact that I was naked with my enemy, my dick was soft, and there was a stupid lump in my throat that wouldn’t go away.
Suddenly, Lincoln’s chest was pressed up against my back, and his arm was banding around my waist, all hard, solid warmth. “You wanted me to suck your dick.”
“I changed my fucking mind. As you can see, so did my dick,” I ground out between clenched teeth. He peered over my shoulder, his brows pulling together as he was faced with the fact that I was telling the truth.
“Shit,” he muttered, dropping his forehead to the back of my shoulder. “I-I overreacted, okay?”
I watched as an inked-up, muscular arm snaked its way down my body towards my traitorous dick, which was already showing signs of perking up. Lips pressed against my shoulder and then trailed up the side of my throat.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you.” His words were mumbled into my skin, his cock hardening against my ass as his hand dipped lower, stopping at the base of my dick.
“That makes two of us.” I let my head fall back against his shoulder, and I felt his lips curve upwards.
“Let me get you off.” His mouth closed around my earlobe, and then he bit down gently. I shivered. “I don’t want you to leave. Not until—”
“Ignore what I said. This isn’t about exchanging favours. I sucked your dick of my own volition. You don’t have to do anything else—”
A warm palm covered my mouth. “Do you ever fucking shut up?”
I wanted to make a comment about the fact that I’d been quiet when I had his dick halfway down my throat, but his hand was in the way. So I did what any sensible person would do and licked his palm. Instead of letting go, he breathed across my ear, making me shiver yet again.
“Get my hand wet.”
My now fully hard dick jerked at his low command, and before I knew what I was doing, I was licking all over his palm and sucking his fingers, feeling his erection grow more and more insistent against my ass.
His breaths were coming in short pants, matching mine, and when he curled his fingers around my dick, we both moaned.
“Fuck,” I breathed as he slid his hand down the full length of my erection, coating it in my saliva, his fingers rolling my foreskin back when he reached the tip.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yeah. Make me come, Link,” I said, just to piss him off, but it had the opposite effect. He groaned, his hand moving faster, while his other slid up my chest to rub over my pecs.
I’d had countless sexual experiences, and only now was I discovering just how fucking nice it felt to have my nipples played with. My hips jerked forwards into his grip as he switched between rubbing over them and tugging them gently.
“Why does that feel so good?” I panted.
“It doesn’t do much for me, but I fucking love the way it’s making you so turned on.” He thrust against my ass. “You’re so fucking hot, and I hate it.”
“Hard fucking same,” I agreed fervently as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Hate the way you make me feel. Hate you so much.”
“Hate you more,” he groaned into my throat, thrusting harder as his thumb swiped over my tip, and I just…
detonated. My dick throbbed, firing out ropes of cum all over Lincoln’s bathroom sink and tiles, my vision going hazy and my legs going weak with the force of my orgasm.
I was only dimly aware of him thrusting against my ass again, warm cum spreading over my skin as I gasped for breath.
My brain was static, and my heart rate was through the roof.
I met Lincoln’s eyes in the mirror, and we both jolted, immediately tearing our gazes away from each other.
What had we just done?