Page 46 of Callous Shot

Without warning, I placed my hands on his shoulders and shoved down, hard. He cried out in shock, losing his balance, but instead of him falling to the floor, he fell into me. I wasn’t prepared, and we both crashed down, sprawling out on my bedroom carpet. We both scrambled to right ourselves at the same time and ended up on our knees, facing each other.

Then I was confronted with the reality of Daniel Hoyton right in front of my face. His fucking mouth with those plush lips. His high cheekbones with that deep pink flush against his pale skin. His bright blue eyes with those stunning gold-tipped lashes, the blue currently a thin ring almost swallowed by his dilated pupils.

He wanted this. Badly.

I wanted to get one over him. Badly.

And so I rose to my feet, sliding my fingers into his soft, tousled hair, taking care to avoid the lump on his head that made me see red every time I caught sight of it. “Take my dick out.”

“Fuck you,” he ground out. The sight of him on his knees in front of me, so resentful and so turned on, made my cock throb, leaking precum into my shorts. His own erection was obscenely tenting his boxer briefs, a wet spot darkening the fabric lovingly hugging his cockhead.

I hadn’t really thought about exploring my potential bisexuality until I’d become a student at Whelford Uni. I’d always been more into women than men, and the percentage of guys in my boarding school who were also into other guys was low—even lower when I took mutual sexual attraction into account. I’d been on the lacrosse team and in the inner circle of the most popular students, and that came with many perks. Finding a girl who wanted to mess around with me was effortless because they came to me for the most part, and if they didn’t, it normally only took a suggestive look or a short conversation, and we’d end the night mutually satisfied.

But since I’d started my degree, I’d experimented here and there. I’d discovered that yes, I was definitely bi, but at Whelford, as had been the case at Hatherley Hall, women were in plentiful supply compared to men who were into other men—at least, those who were openly out and were down to mess around with me. So the opportunity to be with a man hadn’t come along all that often, and as I enjoyed the company of the gorgeous women who always seemed to be flocking around the Whelford Flames, it hadn’t really been something I’d put much thought into.

Now, though, it was all I could think about. Or, to be more accurate, all I could think about was stuffing Daniel Hoyton’s irritating mouth full with my cock and fucking his face until he was crying and choking on my dick.

“Take my dick out, or leave.”

His nostrils flared, his pupils swallowing the remaining ring of blue in his irises, until there was just a red-headed demon with black eyes kneeling at my feet, ready to set me on fire with a single touch.

I hated this effect he had on me, but I craved it at the same time. That was why he was here right now, in the place I never brought any of my hook-ups because I didn’t want to give them the wrong idea. With him, it was different. I knew that there was no danger of either of us wanting more. This was purely about releasing the tension between two people who would never, ever choose each other, in this life or any other.

His tongue swiped across his lips again as his gaze dropped to my shorts, and my hands tightened in his hair.

“Yeah,” he said, so quietly that I almost missed it. He curled his fingers around my waistband, and I could feel the tremor in them. I found myself circling my thumb over his scalp, a soothing gesture that was completely subconscious, but it was worth it when he began to ease my shorts down. He reached the top of my pubes, the base of my cock coming into view, and I heard him exhale shakily.

“You’ve seen it before,” I reminded him, and his gaze shot to mine.

“I wasn’t fucking up close and personal with it then, dickhead.” The annoyance in his voice made me relax a little, because it meant he had his confidence back, and that hopefully meant he was going to go through with this. “Most of it was in Kimberly’s mouth.”

The way he snarled her name made me smirk and my dick leak even more precum. “You said you were better with your mouth than her. Fucking prove it.”

“I will,” he snapped, yanking my shorts down. My dick sprang free, throbbing and fully erect, the head glistening with precum. Daniel sucked in a breath, and then he moved forwards, sliding his palms up my thighs and making my leg hairs stand on end.

I groaned, tipping my head back against the wall. Calloused fingers tentatively curled around the base of my erection, and then I felt warm breath skating over the tip.

I had to see. I couldn’t pretend that this was a faceless, nameless person about to give me a blowjob. My eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, watching his mouth open like it was in slow motion, his plush lips stretching wide as he took me inside and closed his mouth around the tip. I leaned back against the wall because my legs had gone weak at the feel of his lips wrapped around my cock. I scrambled for something to say that would allow me to regain some of my equilibrium, and all I managed to choke out was, “Don’t even think about using your teeth.”

Daniel immediately pulled off my cock, his eyes flashing with fire as he glared up at me. “I’m not fucking stupid, asshole. I know that.”

I stared down at him, my heart pounding. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No, I’m straight.”

A huff of laughter escaped me. “Yeah. You look so fucking straight with my dick in your mouth.”

“Doesn’t change the facts. You look so fucking straight with your dick in my mouth.”

“Did I ever say I was straight?”

His eyes widened, his mouth falling open. “You’re not?”

“No. I’m bi.”

“Oh.” Something flashed in his gaze. He drew back, his fingers still curled around the base of my dick, but I noticed his own erection was subsiding. Shit. “You’ve done this before with other guys, then,” he said, the words low and hesitant, as if they’d been dragged out of him.