Page 112 of Callous Shot

“Oh, shit,” he groaned, thrusting back, riding my fingers like a pro. “So good, but I need more. I want to be full of you. C’mon, baby. I need you inside me.”

“You’re not⁠—”

“I’m fucking ready. Please. Please, I need you so badly, Lincoln. I want you to stretch me open with your cock. Wanna feel everything. Please.”

It was the tremor in his voice that did me in. Rubbing over his prostate, his moans sounding in my ears, I curled my body over his.

“You’re so fucking good for me,” I rasped, and he shuddered beneath me. “I’m gonna fill you with my cock, and I want you to stay still and take every inch, until I’m balls-deep inside you and I say you can move. Okay?”

“Y-yeah. Please. Want you so much.” He turned his head, and I saw his glazed expression and the tears already streaking down his cheeks. My beautiful fucking mess. I was going to ruin him.

“Fuck, Dan. Stay still, baby. I’m gonna give you everything.”

Easing my fingers out of him, I straightened up and liberally coated my erection with lube, running through hockey plays in my head so I didn’t come before I’d even managed to get inside him.

Daniel sucked in a breath as I lined my cock up with his hole, glistening and stretched and ready for me. I ran a palm down his back. “Relax, baby. Just breathe. I’m gonna fuck you now.”

With that, I gripped the base of my erection and pressed forwards, groaning at the pressure around my cock as I eased the head inside him. He was so fucking tight and so fucking hot. I had to pause when I was barely an inch inside, breathing hard as I struggled to get myself back under control.

“More,” Daniel begged, his body shaking with the effort of remaining still. “Need it all.”

I groaned, giving him another inch before drawing back, then pressing forwards again, feeling him stretching around me to accommodate my size. When I was buried all the way inside him, panting for breath, he rolled his hips back with a whimper, no longer able to remain still, and we both just…snapped. I drew back and then thrust back in, pounding him hard and fast. My fingers dug into his hips in a bruising, punishing grip as he met me thrust for thrust, his cock still untouched, jerking and leaking beneath him as I drove into him over and over.

Sweat dripped from my body onto his, and tears blurred my vision, a litany of moans and grunts spilling from my mouth and his, filling my apartment as our bodies slammed together again, and again, and again.

He arched his back, curving over the arm of the sofa and letting it take the weight of his upper body, and gasped, his body jerking like he’d been electrocuted. “Fuuuuck. Right there. That’s it. Fuck. Feels so good.”

“Hold on, baby. I’m gonna make you come.” I pounded him hard and fast, nailing his prostate with every thrust, until he cried out and stiffened beneath me.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, feeling him tightening around my cock, his untouched dick shooting ropes of cum across the side of my sofa. It was impossible to hold back any longer, my body shuddering and my cock pulsing inside him, filling him with my release.

When I came to, I eased out of him, watching, dazed at the sight of my cum dripping out of him, before I dragged my gaze up his body. He was collapsed across the sofa, his head buried in one of the cushions, still trembling with the aftershocks.

I pulled myself upright and, after some careful manoeuvring, managed to get us both into my bedroom and into the bed.

“Think I had an out-of-body experience,” Daniel slurred, still mostly out of it. “Never thought I’d come untouched. Thought that was a myth.”

I laughed tiredly. “I think I had one too. I’ve never come so hard before.”

“Mmm, that’s because you were with me.” He rolled over, burying his face in my throat. “Gimme five minutes.”

I stroked my hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll give you as long as you need.”

50

DAN

Flopping onto my back, I stretched out next to Lincoln, sore and sweaty and in no way ready to leave the cocoon of his nice, comfortable bed to shower. Plus, I really loved the feel of his cum dripping out of me. That was a new one.

I could do without the whole wet patch thing, though. Ah, well. Worth it. I grinned up at the ceiling. “I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to walk properly tomorrow.”

Lincoln rolled onto his side to press a kiss against my cheek. “Do you feel okay? I…I don’t know what came over me. I lose my mind when we fuck.”

“Dickmatised,” I said. “We have the best connection when we have sex. I dunno, it’s like you somehow know how to push every single one of my buttons, and they’re buttons I didn’t even know I had until you. Does that even make sense? Probably not.”

“It makes sense because it’s the same for me.” He nipped at my jaw before drawing back to study me. “Do you feel okay, though? Are you sore? I went hard.”

“Mmm, yeah, you did. And I’m sore in the best way. That was exactly what I wanted. There was literally nothing I would’ve changed.”