Page 61 of Callous Shot

“You had a thing with Kimberly before,” he said softly, his palm running down my back. He swatted my ass, making my dick jerk. “Hypocrite.”

I gritted my teeth. “I didn’t flaunt it in your fucking face.”

“You flaunted Liana in my face. I saw you purposely going to kiss her neck, so don’t start.”

“Maybe I wanted to make you jealous.”

“There’s no ‘maybe’ about it.”

I squeezed his throat lightly before dipping down to nip at his jaw. “Mmm, and it worked, didn’t it?”

“Shut up.” His mouth slid over mine as he pulled me into him. “Tell me how you got so good at that.”

By the time we broke apart, we were both breathless. I buried my face in his throat, mouthing at his warm skin. “What was the question again?”

“How? Don’t tell me it’s natural talent, because that takes skill.”

“Ah yeah, my throat goat skills. No need to be jealous, I already told you that yours was the best BJ I ever had. But yeah…uh, I was the banana deep-throating champion two years running.”

“The fuck? What are you on about?”

I lifted my head to find him staring at me with raised brows. “Don’t ask. It was a weird competition thing we had. There was another one involving watermelons… Anyway, that’s how I managed to deep-throat your dick, even though it’s ten times the size of a banana.”

Lincoln snorted. “Hardly.”

“It’s fucking gigantic.”

“It’s not much bigger than yours.”

“It’s literally a battering ram.”

“Let’s agree to disagree,” he said, smiling against my lips. Shit, I was smiling too. Why was this so much fun? Sliding his hand into my hair, he kissed me. “It was fucking hot when you gagged on it.”

I gasped. “I did not gag. Lies and slander. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Should I?” He flipped us so he was on top of me, pressing me down into the bed. “I remember it happening.”

Okay…maybe it had happened. Yeah…it definitely had. The whole thing had been kind of a blur, all the sensations assaulting me at once like a sledgehammer, so I hadn’t been able to properly take it all in.

“Whatever. You gagged on me,” I said.

“If you say so.” His hips ground down against mine as he kissed me again, our hard dicks sliding together. Fuuuck. It felt so good. How did my hated rival manage to turn me on so fucking much?

I suddenly didn’t want to ruin the rest of the night with questions I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to. They could wait. Right now, I had other things on my mind.

“Do you think we can come like this?”

“Mmm, yeah.” He rolled his hips. “Get us wet, baby.”

“Your turn.” I held up my hand, choosing to ignore his ‘baby’ comment. “Spit.”

When I’d shoved my hand down between us and coated our dicks with saliva—not that we even needed it with the ridiculous amount of our combined precum—I pulled him into a kiss. Why did I like kissing him so much? And how could I stop liking it?

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, biting at my throat, his soft stubble rasping over my skin. If this asshole left me with beard burn, I would never forgive him. Probably.

“Same. I hate it.” I raked my blunt nails down his back as I raised my head to suck at his neck. I was going to leave as many marks on him as I could so everyone would take one look at him and know he was fucking mine.

He moaned, getting his fingers into my hair and tugging my head up so he could kiss me again. Taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down lightly, his hips thrusting into mine as our dicks rubbed up against each other’s.