Page 47 of Callous Shot

“A few. None that were memorable.” This, in contrast, was going to be something I never forgot. I already knew it. “You don’t have to go ahead with it if you don’t want to.”

I meant the words, but I also knew just how stubborn he was, and I also knew just how badly he wanted to prove this to me. So when he leaned forwards again, muttered “fuck you,” and swiped his tongue over my leaking tip, I couldn’t stop the words coming from my mouth.

“That’s it, baby. So fucking good.”

He raised his middle finger, and I chuckled…which turned into a moan when he pulled off and then proceeded to drag his very talented tongue up the underside of my shaft. My breath came in pants as he flattened his tongue, focusing on the sensitive spot on the underside of my cockhead, setting all my nerve endings alight. I sucked in a breath as I stared down at him, my dick throbbing and leaking as he explored every inch of it with his mouth.

My foreskin was completely rolled back, exposing my sensitive tip, and Daniel swirled his tongue around it like it was his favourite ice cream. There was no hesitation, no holding back, none of what I’d imagine from a straight guy. Nothing like the few blowjobs I’d experienced with other men.

“Mmm.” My hands slid deeper into his hair, cradling his skull. I desperately wanted to throat fuck him until he cried, but I knew if I even attempted it during his first-ever blowjob, there would never be a repeat.

What the hell? I didn’t want a repeat. I didn’t⁠—

He pulled off again, letting his saliva drip onto my dick, leaving it shiny and wet, and then he took me into his mouth again. I gasped. “Oh, fuuuuck. Fuck, baby. You’re so good.”

His moan sent vibrations down my shaft, and I noticed his free hand going to his renewed erection. I lifted my foot, tapping my toe against his hand, and he glanced up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes already watery.

So beautiful.

I tapped his hand again and shook my head. “No touching.”

Instead of the expected glare, he closed his eyes and took his hand off his dick.

My jaw dropped. This was so unlike him. He was never agreeable, not with me. His palm slid up the inside of my thigh, and then I discovered just how good Daniel Hoyton was at multitasking. The hand curving around the base of my dick moved in time with his mouth, stroking me as he licked and sucked and moaned and choked on my erection, driving me fucking wild. His other hand left my thigh, his fingers alternating between cupping my balls and rubbing over my taint. It felt so good, and I knew with absolute certainty that one time wouldn’t be enough.

I couldn’t look away from the sight of my enemy on his knees, willingly swallowing my cock.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he took me deeper, choking on my length, and my balls drew up tight.

“Gonna come,” I gasped, and he pulled off, his hand continuing to work over my length as my dick pulsed and shot jet after jet of cum over him, marking him as mine. Collapsing back against the wall, my legs shaking, I released my grip on his hair. As I scrubbed my palm over my face, I realised that my hands were trembling too.

I looked down at my demon, kneeling there with my marks on him, still erect, still keeping his hands away from his cock.

It was the hottest sight I’d ever seen.

Fuck.

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Swiping away my tears, I took several deep breaths before glancing back up at my nemesis. knew I should say something to get back on a more even keel, but I was still reeling from the fact that apparently, I really liked sucking dick. Maybe I was bi after all. I was pretty sure straight men didn’t enjoy that kind of pastime.

And then Lincoln had covered me in his cum, and I was forty percent pissed off that he’d done it and sixty percent unbearably fucking turned on. Seriously, my erection was borderline painful.

Which brought me to an uncomfortable realisation. I wasn’t touching myself, and I hadn’t done so since he told me not to. His voice, all low and sexy, saying “Fuck, baby. You’re so good,” and then his instruction to not touch myself, combined with the sensation of his giant dick stretching my mouth… It had done something weird to me. Altered my brain chemistry or something.

Maybe his family really were witches.

“You’d better clean this up,” I managed to rasp out, mustering up my best attempt at a glare.

“Yeah…gimme a second,” he slurred.

Shit, he was completely cum-drunk, wasn’t he? I should take advantage.

Finding his hands, I yanked, hard, and he collapsed to the carpet like a puppet with its strings cut. He growled-slash-slurred a string of swear words at me, but I ignored them, shoving at his shoulders so he fell onto his back. The second he was down, I wasted no time in ripping off my boxer briefs and straddling his torso. “Payback time,” I announced. “Open up.”

His eyes widened in alarm as I shifted forwards. “The fuck, Hoyton?”