28. Dan
DAN
Lincoln blinked up at me, his gaze all unfocused. I did that. I made him cum-drunk. He swiped his tongue across his lips, his gaze gradually clearing as he came back to full awareness. “You want answers? I want answers.”
“What answers?”
“Come here.” His hand reached out, and I climbed onto the bed, sliding up against his body.
He wrapped his arm around me, tugging me into him, and like last time, I couldn’t be bothered to move, so I threw my arm across his chest, pressing my face into his throat.
It was only natural to press a kiss against his warm skin, and when he stifled a sigh, my lips curved up.
“You’re such a cuddle slut.”
“Says the person clinging to me like a limpet.”
“Nope. Limpets are aquatic creatures. As you can clearly see, I am not an aquatic creature. I’m an extremely good-looking specimen of humanity with the best mouth in existence, and that makes you the luckiest man alive right now. You should play the lottery tonight before your luck runs out.”
He laughed. “Fuck off.”
Raising my head, I grinned down at my unfairly hot nemesis. “What answers do you want?”
“Hmm.” His fingers curled around my nape, pulling me down so he could brush his lips against mine. “How the fuck did you learn to deep-throat like that?”
“Not with anyone else,” I said quickly, because there was an edge of anger in his tone. “Yours is the only dick I’ve sucked.”
“Good.”
“Yeah, I bet you think it’s good, you jealous bastard. You should’ve seen your face when you saw me with Liana.”
“Fuck you. You were looking at me and Kimberly like you—”
“There’s no you and Kimberly.” My fingers slid around his throat in warning. “Just like there’s no me and Liana. She’s a friend, and I was doing her a favour. I’ve never even done anything with her, not like you and Kimberly.”
“You had a thing with Kimberly before,” he said softly, his palm running down my back. He swatted my ass, making my dick jerk. “Hypocrite.”
I gritted my teeth. “I didn’t flaunt it in your fucking face.”
“You flaunted Liana in my face. I saw you purposely going to kiss her neck, so don’t start.”
“Maybe I wanted to make you jealous.”
“There’s no ‘maybe’ about it.”
I squeezed his throat lightly before dipping down to nip at his jaw. “Mmm, and it worked, didn’t it?”
“Shut up.” His mouth slid over mine as he pulled me into him. “Tell me how you got so good at that.”
By the time we broke apart, we were both breathless. I buried my face in his throat, mouthing at his warm skin. “What was the question again?”
“How? Don’t tell me it’s natural talent, because that takes skill.”
“Ah yeah, my throat goat skills. No need to be jealous, I already told you that yours was the best BJ I ever had. But yeah…uh, I was the banana deep-throating champion two years running.”
“The fuck? What are you on about?”
I lifted my head to find him staring at me with raised brows. “Don’t ask. It was a weird competition thing we had. There was another one involving watermelons… Anyway, that’s how I managed to deep-throat your dick, even though it’s ten times the size of a banana.”
Lincoln snorted. “Hardly.”
“It’s fucking gigantic.”
“It’s not much bigger than yours.”
“It’s literally a battering ram.”
“Let’s agree to disagree,” he said, smiling against my lips. Shit, I was smiling too. Why was this so much fun? Sliding his hand into my hair, he kissed me. “It was fucking hot when you gagged on it.”
I gasped. “I did not gag. Lies and slander. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Should I?” He flipped us so he was on top of me, pressing me down into the bed. “I remember it happening.”
Okay…maybe it had happened. Yeah…it definitely had. The whole thing had been kind of a blur, all the sensations assaulting me at once like a sledgehammer, so I hadn’t been able to properly take it all in.
“Whatever. You gagged on me,” I said.
“If you say so.” His hips ground down against mine as he kissed me again, our hard dicks sliding together. Fuuuck. It felt so good. How did my hated rival manage to turn me on so fucking much?
I suddenly didn’t want to ruin the rest of the night with questions I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to. They could wait. Right now, I had other things on my mind.
“Do you think we can come like this?”
“Mmm, yeah.” He rolled his hips. “Get us wet, baby.”
“Your turn.” I held up my hand, choosing to ignore his ‘baby’ comment. “Spit.”
When I’d shoved my hand down between us and coated our dicks with saliva—not that we even needed it with the ridiculous amount of our combined precum—I pulled him into a kiss. Why did I like kissing him so much? And how could I stop liking it?
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, biting at my throat, his soft stubble rasping over my skin. If this asshole left me with beard burn, I would never forgive him. Probably.
“Same. I hate it.” I raked my blunt nails down his back as I raised my head to suck at his neck. I was going to leave as many marks on him as I could so everyone would take one look at him and know he was fucking mine.
He moaned, getting his fingers into my hair and tugging my head up so he could kiss me again. Taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down lightly, his hips thrusting into mine as our dicks rubbed up against each other’s.
We rolled around on the bed kissing, touching each other all over, our bodies growing slick with sweat as we moved together.
His hard chest was pressed against mine, his leg hair coarse against my own, and his stubble was rubbing against my jaw.
They were all such foreign sensations compared to everything I’d experienced sexually before we’d started this, but everything was so good, I never wanted to stop.
The bottom line was—I couldn’t get enough of Lincoln Bellingham.
That was going to end up being a major problem for future me, but right now, I didn’t care.
All I wanted was to come with him. My hands squeezed his glutes, my fingertips brushing over his crease, and I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to fuck him.
“You’re gonna make me come, baby,” he groaned when I rolled us over again, thrusting down against him, my balls full and heavy, ready to mark him with my load.
“Fucking come for me, Link.” I tugged his lip between my teeth like he’d done to me earlier, and he gasped, his hips stuttering as his release spread between us, everything hot and slippery wet and so fucking good. “Shit. Gonna come too.”
His hand dipped between my asscheeks, sliding lower to press his fingers against my taint, and that was it. Game over. My dick pulsed out what felt like an endless stream of cum, adding to his load and making everything ten times hotter and wetter.
“Shit, Hoyton. How did we come that much again?” he rasped, throwing his head back, his eyes fluttering closed. “Or did it just feel like a lot because you were using your abs to smear it all over me?”
“Who knows. Let’s call it a medical miracle.” I collapsed down into him, letting him take my full weight. “You should know how exceptional I am by now.”
A huff of laughter came from his throat, breezing over my skin. “Exceptionally unhinged.”
Turning my head, I kissed the corner of his mouth. “Rude.”
“You called me Link again.” His hand stroked up my spine and into my hair, making me shiver.
“Mmm. Rub my head a bit. It’s nice. You started it, anyway. You called me Dan again, when you were in the torture room.”
He stiffened beneath me, his hand pausing before he continued to slide his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. “Why were you upset when you saw me in there?”
Shit. “Uh…”
“Tell me. Please.”
Damn him for catching me at a vulnerable moment, when I was all full of endorphins from two epic back-to-back orgasms. “I know what King’s capable of, and I thought— He’s protective of me, and he knows how you and I feel about each other.
I thought he would hurt you. He would have hurt you if I hadn’t come in.
” My jaw clenched at the memory of my best friend wrapping that chain around his knuckles, ready to teach Lincoln a lesson he’d never forget.
A lesson he didn’t deserve, because really, he hadn’t done anything wrong.
Well, apart from dancing with someone else. Asshole.
“You didn’t want me to get hurt?” he said hesitantly.
“What? No! Of course I didn’t! What the fuck— Why would I want my best friend to hurt you?”
“Mmm.” His free hand came up, tilting my jaw so he could brush his lips over mine. “There are a lot of reasons. The biggest one is that you hate me, and I hate you, and our families hate each other. Then we add in the team rivalry, the uni rivalry, the—”
“I get your point,” I muttered, “but I still don’t want him to hurt you. Only I’m allowed to do that, and right now, I’m having way more fun having sex with you than fighting with you.”
He exhaled, resigned, but then his lips curved up against my mouth. “Me too.”
“Okay, so now you know. I just got— I dunno, you haven’t seen Ryker in action. I’m not joking when I say he could seriously hurt you. But you don’t have to worry about that. He knows now. He knows that if he touches what’s mine, there’s no coming back from it.”
“What’s yours? Possessive little demon.”
“Stop with the demon thing. If anything, I’m an angel. Anyway, at the party you said, and I quote, ‘You’re fucking mine.’ So who’s the possessive one?”
“Baby.” Lincoln laughed helplessly, and I just…melted, fucking sighing into his mouth like I was some kind of lovestruck teenager. In this case, hatestruck adult, but y’know. Same principle. “You’re mine to hate.”
“And you’re mine. I fucking love the way you hate me.
” I paused. “Uh. Speaking of the whole ‘mine’ thing, you’re not seeing anyone else right now, are you?
Because while we’re doing this, I don’t want to worry about catching anything.
” That wasn’t even the real reason. The thought of him with anyone else made me see red, and I was pretty sure it was the same for him, based on the way he’d acted earlier.
“No. You’re not seeing anyone else, are you?” He practically growled the words, which confirmed my suspicions.
“Nope. Okay. We’re basically in agreement, then.
We can do this again until we get it out of our systems, but outside of that, I live my life, and you live yours.
As long as it doesn’t involve you fucking or kissing or even looking at anyone else, I don’t care.
You don’t owe me anything else, and I don’t owe you anything.
This thing is just…I don’t know, hate sex, I guess.
Or lust, if we’re talking about your dick. ”
“You’re so sweet,” he said in an offensively mocking tone, cutting off my noise of outrage with another kiss.
I tore myself away from him. “I’m not fucking sweet, you absolute bellend.”
The bastard just smirked at me, and really, there was only one thing for it. I peeled myself off him, grimacing at the mess between us.
“Let’s wank each other off in the shower and see if there’s any more cum in our balls.”
His laughter was immediate. “You’re so weird.”
“I think you meant to say ‘wonderful,’ but you got the first letter right. Now, come on.” I grabbed his hand, yanking him upright. “Stop lazing around in my bed and get in the shower.”