Page 69 of Callous Shot

Lincoln draped his body over my back, his mouth at the crook of my neck. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he moaned, thrusting his dick against my ass.

Fuuuck. “That’s, uh, I dunno. I need to work up to that thought. Maybe next time, if this doesn’t get it out of our systems.” I wanted him to, but I couldn’t help feeling apprehensive.

Then the thought struck me. He was letting me fuck him.

“Bellingham?” I said in my head, but that didn’t feel right. Not for what we were about to do. I twisted around so I was on my back, looking up at him. His hair was all mussed up, falling into his hazel eyes, his pupils so dilated. He’d never looked more gorgeous. I exhaled slowly. “Link?”

“Yeah?” He panted for breath, his chest heaving against mine.

“Are you okay with me doing this? Have you done this before?”

Dipping his head, he brushed his nose against mine. “Not this way around. I’m…yeah, I want you to do this.”

I fisted his hair, using it to tug his head back so I could see his gaze. He swallowed hard, his tongue coming out to swipe across his lips as he stared at a point over my shoulder, and I realised something.

He was nervous.

There was no debating the fact that I was an asshole, but I never wanted someone to feel uncomfortable during sex. Not even if they were my number one adversary. Stroking my palm down Lincoln’s back, I lifted my head, tugging his lower lip lightly between my teeth before releasing it. He wouldn’t appreciate empty platitudes, and so I said, “Get ready for the best sex of your life. I’m gonna ruin you for everyone else.”

“Promises, promises,” he murmured against my mouth, relaxing into me, just like I hoped he would. “You talk so much shit, and at least ninety percent of it is exaggerated. You’d better be telling the truth for once.”

“I never joke about sex, baby.” What was going to be the best position for maximum enjoyment for both of us? I didn’t know, but we could have fun finding out. First of all, I needed to get him ready, and that meant I needed to get a move on instead of lying around with an aching erection while the hottest man alive hovered over me, biting his lip in apprehension. “I’m gonna suck your big dick while I finger you. Good?”

“Shit.” His head dropped to my shoulder. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Get off me.” I shoved at his shoulders until he got the hint, rolling off me and onto his back. I climbed up onto my knees and straddled his hips, loosely fisting my cock as I took in every inch of his gorgeous body. He was throbbing against my ass, and for a moment I was tempted…but no, that would have to wait. Instead, I slid my fingers around his throat, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath my palm, and squeezed lightly.

“Do you have any fucking idea,” he rasped. “Any fucking idea of how you look?”

He took the words right out of my mouth.

“Me? Yeah, I know I’m hot, but you should see the view from up here. You’re so sexy, you bastard.”

“Dan.”

My name had never sounded so good. I lowered myself down, sliding my hands into his hair, tousling it even further as our mouths met. His tongue stroked against mine, deepening the kiss, both of us sharing the same air, moaning and panting into each other’s mouths.

I could kiss Lincoln Bellingham forever.

My hand went to the duvet, fumbling for the bottle of lube. When I had it firmly in my grip, I drew back from his delicious mouth—very reluctantly, I should add—and began mouthing my way down his jaw, dragging my teeth over his skin. I bit at his collarbone and then dipped down to take his nipple between my teeth.

“Shit!” He jolted upwards with a gasp.

I grinned into his warm skin before flicking my tongue over the peak. “Thought you said nipple play did nothing for you.”

“Doesn’t…usually,” he ground out. “Fuck you for being the exception.”

“I’m the exception to everything.” Continuing on my mission, I kissed lower and lower, running my tongue over the ridges of his defined abs while he shifted beneath me, trying and failing to get some friction on his erection.

When I finally reached his cock, after a fun detour involving my mouth on his cum gutters, we were both panting and dripping precum. I snapped the lube open, coating my fingers, and then lowered my head, licking a stripe up his shaft.

Lincoln groaned, his palm slapping at the mattress for a second before his hand closed around one of his pillows. He shoved the pillow under his ass, and yeah, that was a much better angle.

I went for his taint to begin with, just to ease him into it, pressing lightly as I swirled my tongue over his tip. When his hands landed in my hair, I moaned around his dick, prepared when he thrust forwards, several inches of his shaft going down my throat. After a second where I basically choked on his erection, I regained my equilibrium.

Breathing steadily through my nose, I slid my finger back, carefully circling his rim. He was too preoccupied with the way my mouth was working over his dick to worry about what else I was doing, and so I took the chance, easing my finger inside him.

His breath stuttered, but other than that, he didn’t react. Fuck me, he was so tight. How was my dick supposed to fit?