Page 48 of Callous Shot

“What, you expected me to suck your dick without you giving me anything in return?”

“Uh…” His tongue slid across his lips, and fuck, I really needed to kiss the wanker. Silently promising my dick that I’d give it some relief soon, I moved back and then lowered my body to his, chest to chest.

“You don’t have to give me a blowjob if you don’t want to,” I murmured before sliding my mouth over his. He groaned, wrapping his arms around my back as he opened up to me. I knew he was only doing it because he was still dazed and confused from the epic orgasm I’d given him, but I didn’t hate it. The opposite, actually, which was a big problem.

“It’s not that,” he whispered against my lips like a secret. “After what you just did, I don’t… Fucking hell, Dan.”

I sat bolt upright, my heart skipping several beats as I stared down at him with wide eyes. “You called me Dan.”

His expression instantly turned murderous. “That was an accident. It’s not gonna happen again.”

I smirked. “Whatever you say, Link.”

Bucking his hips, he shoved at my chest. “Fuck. Off.”

I fell, twisting sideways and landing on the floor, my elbows taking the brunt of the jarring impact. Climbing to my feet, I turned my back on the person who had reminded me of just how much I hated him. Stalking across the room into what I assumed was his bathroom, I slammed the door closed behind me.

I raked my fingers roughly through my hair, swearing when they hit the bump on the side of my head. I’d been so pissed off, I’d forgotten all about it. Lowering my hands, I curled my fingers around the sink.

When I raised my head and saw my reflection in the mirror, my agitation only increased. Lincoln’s cum drying on my skin. Lincoln’s hickeys all over my neck. Lincoln’s words imprinted on my brain.

Fuck, baby. You’re so good.

I laughed humourlessly. The shit men said when they were getting their dick wet should be studied. I mean, I had a sample size of one, plus myself…oh, and the threesomes I’d partaken in, which hadn’t ever involved any swords crossing, before you ask. The point was, people would say all kinds of shit in the heat of the moment, and they never meant it. At least not in my experience.

I wasn’t good. Lincoln had said it to my face. He’d called me bad news, and he was right.

I glanced down at my now-soft dick. Reality had intruded for both of us, and now it was time for me to go.

Okay. First things first, I needed to remove all traces of Lincoln bellend Bellingham’s cum from my skin. Turning on the tap, I reached for the washcloth neatly folded next to the sink.

The door burst open, Lincoln’s face appearing in the mirror behind me. I immediately swung my gaze to my own reflection, lifting the dampened washcloth to my chin.

“What are you doing?” His voice was low and cautious.

“What do you think I’m doing? Use your fucking eyes. I’m cleaning up the remains of your spunk. Remember when you came all over me? Don’t worry, it won’t take me long. I’ll be gone before you know it.”

“You’re leaving? How will you get home?”

“There’s a great app called Uber. You can press a few buttons, and a taxi comes to whisk you away. You should try it sometime.” I should’ve used it in the first place instead of coming here. Past Dan had a lot to answer for.

His face cycled through a range of emotions—and yes, I was looking at him again, stupid eyes—and then he shook his head. “No. You’re not leaving.”

“That’s not your decision to make.” I swiped the washcloth over my chest, removing more traces of my nemesis. “I did what you clearly invited me here to do. You got to find out first-hand that I wasn’t lying about how good I am with my mouth, and now that’s done, there’s no reason for me to stay.”

“What about…” He glanced down, his cheeks taking on a hint of pink. “You wanted me to return the favour.”

I sighed. This was pointless. “Yeah, and then you got all weird about saying my name and threw me off you. I got the hint, and believe me when I say I’m not that fucking desperate. There are plenty of willing people I can take my pick of. I don’t need someone who clearly isn’t into it.” Rubbing at my skin, I removed the last traces of his cum, leaving red marks behind where I’d scrubbed a bit too aggressively. I was doing my best to focus on everything other than the fact that I was naked with my enemy, my dick was soft, and there was a stupid lump in my throat that wouldn’t go away.

Suddenly, Lincoln’s chest was pressed up against my back, and his arm was banding around my waist, all hard, solid warmth. “You wanted me to suck your dick.”

“I changed my fucking mind. As you can see, so did my dick,” I ground out between clenched teeth. He peered over my shoulder, his brows pulling together as he was faced with the fact that I was telling the truth.

“Shit,” he muttered, dropping his forehead to the back of my shoulder. “I-I overreacted, okay?”

I watched as an inked-up, muscular arm snaked its way down my body towards my traitorous dick, which was already showing signs of perking up. Lips pressed against my shoulder and then trailed up the side of my throat.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you.” His words were mumbled into my skin, his cock hardening against my ass as his hand dipped lower, stopping at the base of my dick.