33. Dan
DAN
When I’d seen Lincoln’s expression and it had hit home that he was worried, it immediately set me on edge. There was also a part of me that had gone all warm inside, because his worry was directed at me, and that meant he cared.
Not that I wanted him to care. Not beyond our little fuck buddy situationship. Fuck…foes? Oh, yeah. That was a good one. I made a mental note to bring it up later. For now, though… I stretched out on my stomach on his bed, stripped down to my underwear, and he straddled me.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said before drizzling some massage oil into his hands and then rubbing them together. He began to smooth his palms over my back, massaging the oil into my skin until I was a boneless heap, melting into the bed.
“Can I hire you as my full-time masseur?”
“You couldn’t afford me.” He swatted my ass, and I shot him a half-hearted glare over my shoulder, but my heart wasn’t in it. I kept trying to muster up the hate I’d always felt towards him, but it seemed to be just out of reach.
“You couldn’t afford me.”
“Probably not.” Rising onto his knees, he climbed off me. “All done. Want me to tell you what I can remember about the detective?”
“Not really. You haven’t finished massaging me everywhere. My dick’s feeling very neglected.” To punctuate my statement, I thrust my hips into his mattress, moaning at the much-needed friction on my erection. I humped forwards again, and he slapped my ass. Again. Fucking rude.
“Stop that, you little slut. Less thinking with your dick and more thinking with your brain.”
“Not a slut.” I rolled over with a sigh, staring up at him. Fuck, I loved his smile. He was looking down at me so fondly for someone who purported to hate me.
“Come here.”
“Fine.” I climbed up to stretch out next to him, turning my head to press a kiss to his stubbled jaw.
“If you’re gonna cruelly deprive me of a happy-endings massage, you might as well tell me everything you remember.
” I’d done my best to keep things light-hearted between Lincoln and me up until this point, distracting us both—anything to stop the sense of unease that was swirling low in my belly.
But as he began to speak, it returned in full force.
Was I really the subject of the detective’s interest, or was it one of my friends? And what did they want?
“Want you so badly.” Lincoln mouthed at my throat, his hand dipping inside the band of my boxer briefs. I was so glad we were on the same page. The time for worrying was over…for now, and it was time to appreciate my hot as fuck rival properly.
“Mmm. Me too. Can’t stop thinking about you.” As soon as the words were out, I wanted to take them back, because they were far too honest for fuck foes, but time machines still hadn’t been invented. It was ridiculous.
“Same,” he rasped, and okay, he felt it too.
“Wanna fuck you. Or get my mouth on your dick, or my hand, or—”
“You can fuck me, baby. I want you to.” His hand slid around to my ass, palming it. “I really wanna fuck you too. Are you gonna let me?”
“I will, I promise.” My fingers danced up his shaft, straining against his underwear. More honest words spilled from my mouth, ammunition that I was willingly handing to my enemy. “I want your dick inside me so fucking badly, but I wanna prep.”
“Prep how?”
Burying my heated face in his throat, I mumbled, “Y’know. Fingers. Toys or whatever.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” he groaned.
“It is?” I dared to lift my head, and he was looking at me with dark, dark eyes, his lips parted. I shivered, my dick leaking precum through my boxer briefs. He was so unbelievably sexy, and he was all mine.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, his hand coming up to rub over his jaw. “You could, uh, send me pictures. If you wanted.”
“Oh. You want a private Dan porn collection, do you? You’d better reciprocate.” I was already mentally setting up a folder on my phone, password-protected, of course. Maybe a subfolder in my Lincoln thirst traps folder…
After a moment’s hesitation, he replied, “I’ll reciprocate if you want me to.” There was a flush to his cheeks, and I pressed a kiss to one, then the other.
“I want. Come on. Get naked so I can ruin your ass.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, but he tugged off his underwear, revealing his deliciously hard dick.
I swallowed hard so I didn’t do something embarrassing like drool all over him before yanking my own underwear down.
We were now both fully nude, and I could appreciate the gorgeous sight in front of me.
Sliding my hand into his hair, I tilted his head to the side and leaned in, gently tugging his bottom lip between mine. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“God, Dan. You’re beautiful.” His gaze was so unguarded, so unbelievably soft, and in that moment, I could read him perfectly without any words needing to be said.
Instead, I kissed him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping myself around him.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, sucking a mark into my skin, his hands sliding all over me as we moved together on the bed.
My hands went to his ass, my finger sliding between his cheeks, and— “What’s that?”
He mouthed at my throat. “Lube. I prepped myself a bit in the shower earlier.”
“Damn, that’s hot. I wish I’d been there.”
“Mmm.”
“I think we need to make sure you’re properly ready. My dick isn’t as giant as yours, but it’s not small.”
“Mine isn’t giant.”
“Shhhh.” I reluctantly moved out from under him and then prodded at him until he got the hint and moved onto his stomach.
Sexy as fuck. “Get your hips up and spread your legs,” I instructed.
Lincoln rumbled out a laugh but did as I asked, and I was soon confronted with the delicious curve of his ass and his hole, glistening with lube and ready for me.
Almost. But first, I got to have fun torturing him.
Two fingers, then three, brushing over his prostate while I played with his balls and his leaking erection, until he was panting into the pillow and begging for my dick.
“Please. Stop torturing me, you demon. Fuck me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“I did,” he ground out, and I could sense his patience was wearing thin, so I quickly coated my dick with lube, lined myself up, and pushed inside in one slow, smooth glide.
“Ahhh, you feel amazing,” I gasped, holding myself completely still and counting to ten silently.
“Move.”
“Touch yourself, Link. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Curling my body over his, I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, unable to help myself, and he turned his head, his lips curving into a smile.
“Come here.”
My dick was throbbing, my balls were drawing up, and I really needed to pound this man into the mattress before I filled him with cum, but he wanted a kiss? Right now?
Hell yeah. I would never, ever get tired of kissing him. “You’re so bossy,” I murmured, stretching down to brush my mouth over his.
“You are.” He slid his tongue over my lower lip, and goosebumps erupted over my skin.
“Stop it. I’m gonna come so fast. I’m not even joking.” Drawing back from his delicious mouth, now smirking, I sank my teeth into his shoulder in warning. He groaned, and I bit down again before rising onto my knees and gripping his hips. “Hold on.”
That was all the warning I gave him before I snapped my hips forwards, driving the full length of my cock deep inside him.
I pounded him hard and fast, gasping as my orgasm tore through me without warning.
Stars danced in my vision as my hips stuttered, my dick shooting rope after rope of cum, marking him as mine inside and out.
“I guess you weren’t joking about coming fast,” Lincoln panted beneath me.
“You’re too fucking sexy,” I said breathlessly, and he buried his face in the pillow. Carefully drawing out of him, I ran my hand down his back and over the curve of his ass. “What?”
“I dunno, I guess I’m still not used to you talking to me like that, when you’re normally throwing insults at me,” he mumbled into the fabric.
Hmm. True. Same. “That makes two of us.” Sliding my fingers down, I circled his rim, smearing cum over his skin, and a smile tugged at my lips when he moaned.
He looked so hot with my cum dripping out of him.
I eased a finger inside him so I could tease him some more by rubbing over his prostate.
“How about this? I hate you, you fucking sexy, big-dicked bastard. I hate the way you make me come harder than anyone else ever has before. I hate the way you turn me on so much that my body forgets the concept of stamina. I hate—”
“Okay, I get it,” he said, groan-laughing into the pillow.
“Are you sure? Because I can keep going.” I brushed over his prostate, and his laugh turned into a moan.
Time to stop playing with my food and actually eat it.
Not in, like, a cannibalistic way. But in a “draining the cum from his balls” way.
Withdrawing my fingers, I lightly smacked his ass. “Turn over. I’m gonna suck you off.”
Lincoln turned onto his back, and I took a moment just to look over my gorgeous rival. Had I ever found anyone so hot before? It had to be because we were enemies or something.
My gaze landed on his impossibly hard dick. His foreskin was completely pulled back, the head shiny and dripping precum, and my mouth watered.