27. Dan
DAN
Fuck Lincoln Bellingham. I was trying to forget about him, and he kept fucking showing up.
Tonight had been the worst moment yet. When I’d seen him with Kimberly Bridges…
I’d never felt such visceral jealousy before.
He’d been staring at me with such a dark, angry look, but surely it was obvious to anyone with eyes that I’d been dancing with Liana as a favour for Kane-related reasons.
I’d ended up being punched in the jaw by my teammate, my best mate was pissed off with me, and now I was trapped in excruciating silence with my nemesis, so I just hoped it was worth it.
I was in two minds about allowing him in my bedroom, but I didn’t want to go to his apartment again. I was too vulnerable there. The hockey house was the closest place, and it was currently empty with everyone else at Thorpe Manor.
We entered the room, still in an uncomfortable bubble of silence, and I flopped down on my bed, my back bouncing on the mattress as I threw my hand over my face.
Shit. I couldn’t believe I’d had such an emotional reaction to seeing Ryker dragging Lincoln into the torture chamber, right after he’d gone for Kane when he’d punched me in the jaw.
The mattress dipped, and I held my breath. Lincoln climbed over me, his body hovering over mine. “Baby.”
My jaw clenched. “I told you not to call me that.”
He dipped his head, his nose trailing up my forearm that I’d thrown over my face. “I know you did, but I know you like it.”
“Please fuck off and die.”
“I can’t.”
I pressed my arm harder against my face. “You can. I hate you, and you hate me.”
“I know. I’m not disputing that. What did you say to Thorpe to make him so pissed off with me?”
Good question. Damn Ryker for his interrogation techniques.
“What’s going on with you and Bellingham?”
“What do you mean?”
“Arson. Don’t pretend that there isn’t something.
We all know how obsessed you are with him.
You’ve been that way for years. I saw you at the Whelford party.
Then there was the fight that I had to hear about second-hand.
Ever since then, you’ve been different. You’re hiding something, and the fact that Bellingham was so close to your location tonight—”
“Oh, fuck you, King,” I ground out. “Okay, I did shit with him. I still hate him. You should know what that’s like, with your fucking obsession with Ghost.”
The look he gave me was like a shot of ice to my veins. “That little shit is dead to me. He’s gone for good. Don’t ever bring him up again, okay?”
“O-okay.”
There was a long silence before he spoke again. “So you ‘did shit’ with Bellingham. Are you into him…uh…into men?”
For the first time, Ryker stumbled over his words, and my breath stuttered. “Yeah, apparently,” I said through gritted teeth, my stomach churning as I admitted it out loud. “I think I’m probably bi.”
“You have shit taste,” he said immediately, “but just so we’re clear, I don’t have any problems with you being bi, if you’re worried about that.”
My shoulders relaxed. “Yeah. I know, I wasn’t worried about that part.
Look, no one’s more surprised than me that something happened.
I mean, Bellingham? Seriously? It’s so messed up.
” I blew out a heavy breath. How could I even begin to explain?
“I don’t…it’s not… I hate him. He just makes my dick hard for whatever fucked-up reason. You probably wouldn’t understand.”
Ryker mumbled something that I didn’t catch, but then he shook his head. “You should stay away from him.”
I nodded fervently. “Yeah. Believe me, I’m trying.”
“He found out about us. Not that there’s an ‘us,’” I bit out.
“Will you let me see you?” Lincoln’s voice was tentative, and I hated it.
“Fuck off.”
“Hoyton. Daniel. I don’t know what happened. I— Please, will you look at me?”
I slowly lowered my arm, glaring up at him. He stared down at me uncertainly, all wide hazel eyes, stubbled jaw, and parted lips. Damn him for being so unbearably gorgeous. Wrapping my hand around his nape, I tugged him down to me, sliding my mouth against his.
He groaned, settling his body against mine, his hard dick rubbing up against my own. It felt so good, but fuck him if he thought I was going to submit to him so easily.
Curving my leg around his, I flipped us so I was on top, and I wasted no time in ripping myself out of his hold and straddling his chest. My hand went to the tent in my trousers, and I bit back a groan as I palmed my aching erection. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Bellingham.”
His gaze flicked between my face and my erection, his pupils darkening. “Fuck, baby.” His tongue slid across his lips as his palms stroked up my thighs. “Do it.”
My eyes widened. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I scrambled to the side, ripping my clothes off as fast as humanly possible while he did the same. When he was gorgeously, deliciously nude—and by the way, I was so fucking bi—I straddled his chest again.
“Wait. Let me—” He cut himself off, shifting up on the bed and propping his head up against my pillows. “Okay, my demon. Do your worst.”
“Demon? What the fuck?”
“Fucking shut your mouth.” His hands slipped around to my back, gripping my ass and tugging me closer. My dick brushed against his lips, and his tongue slid out to swipe the precum from my tip.
“Ohhh, yes.” I shifted forwards, feeding him more of my length as he opened wider for me.
When I was balls-deep with his mouth stretched around my dick and his eyes full of tears, I withdrew almost all the way before sliding forwards again.
His mouth felt so fucking good around my dick, all wet, delicious heat, and all I wanted to do was to fuck it until I came and he swallowed my load.
I moved back, then snapped my hips forwards, again, and again, and again.
I’d never been so forceful before, but Lincoln seemed to welcome it, palming my ass as he pulled me into him over and over again.
It was so wet and sloppy, his mouth a mess of drool and tears pooling in his eyes, but he didn’t let up, deep-throating my dick until I came with a roar, throwing my head back as I unloaded myself down his throat.
Oh, fuck.
I think I saw heaven.
I slowly withdrew, my legs shaking as I clamped them around his sides. Staring down at my spent dick, I groaned.
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had, and I hate you for it.”
Lincoln scrubbed his hand over his face, his chest heaving as he sucked in several deep breaths. “No one’s ever fucked my mouth like you just did.”
The rasp in his voice made my spent dick jerk, although I knew I’d need a recovery period to get fully hard again. Damn, why was he so fucking sexy, all dark, tousled hair and heavy-lidded eyes, sprawled out on my bed?
I glanced behind me. Oh yeah, and his dick was begging for attention, all hard and leaking. My mouth watered.
“Give me two minutes, and you can do that to me,” I panted, still struggling to get air into my lungs.
His hazel eyes flashed with heat. “You gonna let me fuck your mouth, baby?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t care that it was only the second time I’d ever sucked a dick. I now knew first-hand just how good it felt to fuck the mouth of someone you were very fucking attracted to, even if you violently hated them at the same time.
It seemed like time passed in a flash before I was on my knees on the floor, just the way Lincoln apparently liked me, and my mouth was wide open, taking in his massive erection.
I did my best to breathe through my nose as he fucked my mouth, tears running down my face as I let him use me as his personal cumdump.
He was so fucking big, and I was so full, and all I could do was kneel there and take it until he gasped, his hips stuttering as he came down my throat.
He was so deep, I couldn’t even taste his release.
“Shit.” He fell back onto my bed. “I’m dead.”
I gulped in several deep breaths, swiping at my eyes until I could see again.
My dick was half-hard, and I wasn’t sure if that meant I was a masochist or something, but I decided to ignore it for now.
There were more important things to talk about, like why had Lincoln been following me, and why had he attacked Kane?
Rising to my feet, I met his gaze.
“The fun’s over. I want answers.”