31. Dan #2
I took note of his stuttered breaths, making sure to move extra carefully, easing forwards in slow increments until his teeth clamped down on my bottom lip.
“Best you’ve ever had,” he rasped, gripping my ass and dragging me down. We both gasped when I slid home in a slow, steady glide, eased by the lube. Fuuuuck. He was so hot. Inside and out. So tight, and so fucking good.
I tore my mouth away from his, burying my face in his throat as I tried to just breathe.
I was so fucking overwhelmed. “Best ever,” I whispered into his skin, hating the words as they fell from my mouth unchecked, hoping with everything I had that he didn’t hear me.
His fingers smoothed over my ass, his panted breaths loud in my ear as we both held ourselves still, adjusting to my dick filling him.
He didn’t respond to my words, and I exhaled slowly, relieved, before pressing a soft kiss to his skin.
I didn’t know what I was doing. My body was all shaky, and my brain was scrambled, and I was more turned on than I ever had been in my life.
“Link.” I couldn’t disguise the tremble in my voice.
One of his hands left my ass, sliding up my spine until he was cupping my nape. “I’ve got you, baby. Fuck me.”
“Y-yeah.” I lifted my head, brushing a kiss over his lips. I couldn’t meet his gaze.
“Little demon. Look at me.”
My fingers curled around his throat. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Dan. My baby. Look at me.”
Oh, holy fuck. The butterflies that were suddenly erupting in my stomach were insane. Blinking hard, I focused my gaze on my nemesis, my eyes widening as I took in his expression.
“Yeah. This is just as hard for me as it is for you,” he ground out. “Fucking hell. Why does it have to be you?”
“Why does it have to be you?” I repeated, thrusting forwards, suddenly angry. “Why?”
His hips slammed into mine, his mouth curving into a snarl, and I hated the way I even found that hot. It shouldn’t have been, not on any level. “Why you? Of all the people in the world?”
Good fucking question. “Turn over,” I ground out, and we scrambled to move, Lincoln getting up on all fours on the bed with his gorgeous ass facing me, the powerful muscles of his thighs and glutes flexing as I pushed back inside him, curling my body over his back.
My cock throbbed as I took a second to suck in a breath, already on the brink of orgasm.
“Fucking move, you asshole.” When I snapped my hips forwards, he groaned. “Fuck you. I hate you.”
“Hate you so much.” I pumped my hips harder, punishing him. Except it wasn’t a punishment. He met me thrust for thrust, grunting and moaning as we drove each other closer and closer to the edge.
I thrust forwards again, savagely, my hand sliding over his erection, and he gasped. “Dan.”
I was helpless, tumbling over the edge and free-falling into oblivion.
Warm wetness coated my hand and the sheets beneath us as his body shook against mine, and I wasn’t sure if he’d come before me or if we’d come at the same time…
or if I was even alive or just having an incredibly vivid hallucination.
Whatever it was, I never wanted it to end.
I dropped a soft, reverential kiss on his nape, and he shivered beneath me.
That was when I knew I was completely and utterly fucked.
I loved sex. And sex with my enemy might be my favourite sex of all.
But something I loved even more? This. The aftermath, when we were all cum-drunk and Lincoln lay with me, his arm securely pulling me into him while I trailed lazy kisses over whatever parts of him I could reach, and we talked.
Talked like we were friends. Like we were on the same side, instead of complete opposites.
I’d never admit that to Lincoln—to anyone, actually—but it made me feel all warm and tingly, and when it was happening, I forgot about all the reasons why we were a bad idea. I just wished it would never end.
“I guess my private stories came in handy, didn’t they?” I murmured, sliding my hand onto his pec over his still-racing heart.
“Huh?”
“I got tested, and I posted the results to my stories, and then I saw you did the same a couple of days later.” Was it weird that my heart had skipped a beat when he’d said he wanted me to fuck him bare?
We were both sexually active, so did that mean he was certain that I hadn’t been with anyone else since the story I’d uploaded to my socials?
Actually…if I admitted the full truth, there hadn’t been anyone else since that party at Ashbrook House.
“I haven’t been with anyone else for a while,” I added, just to make sure he knew.
He smoothed his palm down my back, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I know. You wouldn’t have fucked me without a condom otherwise.”
“Okay. Just so you know. I know we spoke about not fucking other people while we’re messing around, but there hasn’t been anyone else since that party at Whelford.”
There was a long pause, and then he said, “There hasn’t been for me, either.”
“Good. Because I would hate to have to get into a fight for no reason.”
Huffing out a laugh, he lightly swatted my ass. “You love getting into fights for no reason.”
“Well…yeah, okay. Whatever. Anyway, I guess I would’ve had a reason. Whoever had dared to touch you when you’re mine.”
“Possessive.”
“You are.”
“Maybe I am,” he said softly. There was a question in his voice, and I wondered if his head was just as messed up as mine was. He cleared his throat. “Want to watch the hockey highlights?”
“You read my mind.” I rose onto my elbow, looking down at him. Fuck it. We were both here, and if his head was as messed up as mine was, that meant we were in this together. “But I want a kiss first.”
There was no hesitation. No second-guessing. Lincoln curled his hand around my nape, tugging me into him. “Yeah. Come here.”