36. Lincoln #2
Daniel’s head rose. His eyes were sparkling, and his annoyingly pretty mouth was curving into a grin. I’d never been more relieved to see it. “I can’t believe Whelford’s star D-man Lincoln Bellingham cares about me.” He pretended to swoon, and I punched him in the shoulder.
“Shut up. You care about me too, you asshole.”
“Stop talking about caring. It’s weird.”
“You started it,” I reminded him, but he was right. What I needed to do more than anything was to kiss his smiling mouth. The time for talking was over. For now.
I leaned in, sliding my lips over his. He instantly opened up to me, his tongue stroking against mine as I pulled him closer. I was suddenly beyond grateful that I had him here in front of me in one piece, still wanting to kiss me back.
Glancing behind me to make sure his bedroom door was closed, I ran my hand down his chest, stopping at the top of his black combat trousers. His brows lifted. “What are you doing there, huh? Hmmm…I think I like your thinking, Bellingham.”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” I tugged his lip between my teeth, and he inhaled sharply, arching into me. “You’re sure you’re okay? You’re not in pain?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Bryan gave me the good painkillers, and I promise that knife wound is barely a scratch. It hurt at the time, but it wasn’t bad. It looked worse than it was.”
“Okay, good. I don’t want to put any pressure on you—physical pressure, I mean. I’m sore, so I know you have to be too, even if you can’t feel it now because of the painkillers. So I was thinking…”
I dropped to my knees, and his pupils blew wide. “Yeah. Keep thinking.”
I huffed out a laugh as I undid his trousers, easing them down his thighs.
Tilting my head forwards, I mouthed over the bulge in his underwear, feeling his dick hardening against my lips.
When he was panting above me, his hips beginning to jerk, and his cock was obscenely tenting his boxer briefs, I drew back. “Do you want my mouth, baby?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, staring down at me with lowered lashes. My heart jolted.
“Are you gonna be good and stay still for me?”
“I’ll try.” His hand cupped my chin, raising my head. Releasing his grip, he slid his finger over my lips. “Are you gonna be good and let me come in here?”
I opened my mouth, taking his finger inside, swirling my tongue around it. He moaned, sagging against the wall, and I pulled back, letting his finger fall from my mouth. I smirked up at my little demon. “Does that answer your question?”
He replied with a low groan, his lashes fluttering, and I eased down his underwear, revealing his hard length.
I didn’t want to torture him anymore, at least not until he was healed, and so I shuffled forwards.
Lowering my head, I licked up the underside of his shaft before taking his dick down my throat.
“Link.” He moaned my name on repeat as I sucked him off, rolling his balls and teasing over his rim with my fingers.
I knew he was close to the edge because his legs were already beginning to shake, and I moaned around his dick before taking him almost all the way out, curling my fingers around his shaft as I swiped my tongue over his cockhead.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Gonna—” His dick jerked, and I dipped forwards, swallowing around his pulsing erection as he unloaded himself down my throat.
When he was done, collapsing back against the wall with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, I straightened up, wiping my mouth before helping him back into his trousers.
He was all floppy and out of it, and it was at that point I realised that he’d been severely understating how much the events of tonight had taken from him.
Hooking my arm around him, I half carried, half dragged him over to his bed and made him lie down on his back. Dipping down, I brushed a kiss over his forehead, and his lips curved into a tired smile. “Mmmm, kiss me some more.”
“I’m gonna go now. You’ve got stuff to do with your family when the others get back, remember? You need to rest.”
He pouted. “Don’t want to.”
“Tough shit.”
“You’re not very nice to me. I thought you liked me now.”
“Don’t push it, Arson.”
He smiled widely at that. “Ahhh, you’re using my nickname again. Do I get to call you Bells, like your teammates do?”
“I prefer Link. Please be quiet now. You need to rest.”
“But you might miss me.”
I rolled my eyes, even though I couldn’t hold back a smile. “Are you trying to say you’ll miss me?”
“Nope. Never.”
“Dan.”
“Fine.” He huffed. “Maybe. Just a little bit. Minuscule, really.”
My smile widened. Daniel Hoyton, admitting he was going to miss me? What kind of alternate universe were we in?
“We can meet up tomorrow, okay?”
“I guess so, but you have to kiss me before you go. That’s what fuck foes do, right?”
“Bloody hell,” I muttered. “Fuck foes.”
He smirked at me, his blue eyes sparkling with humour. “Uh-huh. Technically, now we’re fuck buddies, since you have a massive boner for every part of me.”
“You’re a dick,” I told him. “But either way, I don’t think the point of fuck buddies is to kiss. It’s all about the fucking.”
“Yeah, but we make our own rules, and we like kissing. Why would we deprive ourselves? That would be a stupid idea.”
“When you put it that way…”
“Yep. Repeat after me. Daniel Hoyton is always right.”
“Shut up,” I said, climbing onto the bed so I could kiss him properly. A few more minutes wouldn’t make any difference, and he was right about this, at least. I liked—no, loved kissing him, and I wasn’t about to deprive either of us of that.
His lips met mine, so softly, and my stomach swooped. I forgot all about the things we still hadn’t talked about. The worries we’d temporarily brushed aside. All that was important now was right here in front of me.