Resist Me

Chapter 21

Lincoln

What the hell was I doing? Because of Willow, I’d reopened my interest in talking to West. It was pointless and most likely futile, but ever since he was at my apartment, I found myself wanting to open him up so that I could see what secrets lay inside.

It was stupid. I was going to get burned like I always did. He was the last person in the world I should be flirting with, but I couldn’t help myself tonight. I saw him as soon as he walked in the door and it was like a scene from a movie. Everything faded into the background and I was locked on those keen blue eyes. I hated his haughty attitude, but at that moment, I could feel the way he had the potential to command a room.

With a deep breath, I sat on the bench in front of my keyboard. It wasn’t as nice as the one at my apartment, but I didn’t come here when I needed to practice. This night was supposed to give me a break from playing, but this wasn’t about perfecting a composition. I just wanted to play and let myself calm down.

Matt’s comment made me see red. It was unnecessarily disrespectful. Not too long ago, West came to my defense when Jessi made her comments about me and Kai being gay. I couldn’t help myself and that was concerning.

I flexed my fingers. They were stiff from that hit. Throwing punches was not a good idea for someone who required dexterous hands.

Centering myself, I started playing a song I’d learned a long time ago. My mom wrote it and taught it to me. It was what she walked down the aisle to, what she hummed when she put me to bed, and it never failed to help me calm down.

“Wow,” someone said from the doorway. I’d left it open a crack and now there was a figure standing in the space. “You really are a musician. I thought it was all bullshit.”

I looked away from West and focused on the song. It was hard when he was here, especially once he came closer. He sat on the bench beside me, even though it was a tight fit. His thigh pressed against mine and I stumbled over the notes.

Putting my hands in my lap, I tried to reorient myself. Suddenly, he started playing from the page I had set up. Like Willow, he was a little choppy and the tempo was slower than it should have been, but he seemed to have a decent grasp of it and I was shocked that he could read music.

Shit. Watching his long fingers move across the keys woke something in me. I moved my gaze to his face: his high cheekbones, the paleness of his skin below his dark hair, and his beautiful blue eyes when he glanced at me. His hands stilled as he stared back at me. The silence in the room made the tension unbearable.

And I just… gave up.

I grasped the back of his neck and leaned in. When my lips met his, something inside of me burst open. For a second, I felt excited. Then, he pulled back abruptly. Without a word, he rose from the bench and left the room. It was so quick that I sat there in stunned silence, trying to process what had happened.

I was an idiot, that was what happened. Whatever feelings had begun to awaken inside of me weren’t reciprocated and I shouldn’t have considered that they could be, even for a moment. Of all people, I couldn’t have West. Just that thought made me sigh. This was going to make things awkward the next time we saw each other .

The door slammed and I jumped to my feet. West was back, his eyes wild and locked on me. I looked at the closed door, then back to him. As soon as I stepped around the piano, he closed the distance between us.

“What’s your problem?” he demanded.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“It was uncalled for.”

“Then, why are you back?”

His jaw ticked. “I want an explanation. You’re acting different, offering me your special beer, harassing me in libraries, and punching guys. What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to resist feeling something,” I replied, deciding to go with honesty. “Trying to resist you .”

“Try harder.”

“Stop being so angry. I never started this war with you.”

“You’re competition, Linc. All I ever want to do is beat you.”

Raising my chin, I fixed my gaze on him. “So beat me, West. One up me.” I stepped closer, pressing our chests together. “Show me how fucking special you are.”

He silenced my next words with a firm kiss at the same moment that his fingers wrapped around my throat, keeping me in place with a bruising grip. The show of dominance was both exhilarating and made me want to take control.

He pulled back with wide eyes. “I hate you.”

I shook my head and slammed my mouth against his. Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed him backward until he hit the wall. He grunted but didn’t protest. Locking my hand around his throat with a tighter grip than he’d used, I held him in place as I nudged his lips apart.

“I don’t accept your hate,” I murmured before I explored his mouth with my tongue.

He met my intrusion, trying to take control, but I refused to yield to him. He’d been a pain in my ass for too long and I wanted him to bend, to drop whatever conventions of disdain he’d been trying to hold onto. I was ready to completely obliterate my own. Maybe I already had.

“Are you drunk?” I asked.

“Not at all, unfortunately. ”

Wrapping an arm around him, I backed up toward the bed. I pushed him down and climbed over him. If he was sober and wasn’t running away, I wasn’t going to question it right now.

He tried to sit up, but I tightened my grip on his throat and held him down. Our eyes met, the defiance evident in his. There was lust there too, though. We stared at each other for long moments. I wasn’t sure what either of us was looking for.

Suddenly, he flung my beanie off my head and thrust his fingers through my hair. I let him explore, taking in the curiosity and wonder on his face. It was obvious that he was nervous, but this was West. He wasn’t going to back down if he was into this.

When his hands moved underneath my shirt, I pulled it over my head. His lips parted as he stared at me. I groaned as he felt up my abdomen. His touch wasn’t careful or light. He touched me like he really wanted to feel every part of me down to my bones.

“What’s going through your head right now?” I asked.

He met my eyes briefly before he returned his attention to my chest. His cheeks had reddened and his skin was too pale to hide it.

“Don’t ask me that.”

“I have to.”

“You said I wasn’t your type.”

I breathed a laugh. Grabbing his hands, I pinned them to the bed and moved backward. I kissed the column of his throat and he lifted his chin to give me more access.

“Depends on the day,” I said against his neck. “Physically, you might be a masterpiece, but that’s only part of it.”

“So, you might hate me again tomorrow.” The breathiness of his voice made my cock strain more against my jeans.

Pushing his shirt up, I trailed my lips down his abs. “I never hated you. I was annoyed by you. Still am, if I’m being honest.”

“Hate fucking is valid.”

“Oh, you wanna fuck?” I teased, but I really wanted to know what he was looking for here. “I thought this was just a steamy make out session.”

He didn’t say anything, so I grazed his pelvic bone with my teeth, making him hiss. I looked up at him and found him already watching me. My tongue darted out to trace his abs. His hips rose enough for me to feel his hard cock against my chest .

“This doesn’t feel like hate,” I noted.

“Better get more aggressive, then. We’re not doing any cutesy shit.”

“Say less.”

I popped open the button on his jeans and yanked them down. He swore, dropping his head back when I palmed his cock through his briefs. It was thick enough that I couldn’t wait any longer to undress him the rest of the way so that I could see all of him. He sat up and pulled off his shirt, leaving him completely naked beneath me.

He propped his head up with an arm behind his neck and raised a brow. “So, you just gonna hop on or what?”

“Me?” I laughed. “No.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re the experienced one here.”

“Exactly. That makes me the expert.”

“You’re a top, then?”

“I’m extremely vers, but you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re doing, so no. You don’t get to fuck me.”

The first hint of trepidation shadowed his features. I wouldn’t deny that I was amused by it. He was conflicted, but he was still fully hard, so I didn’t think he was completely opposed to the idea.

“We don’t have to do that,” I pointed out. “There’s more than one way to have sex. We don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to.”

His expression hardened. It was like his competitive side was coming out again, which was ridiculous in this context, but I didn’t know what I expected from him.

Deciding to play with him a little, I sat up. “It’s cool. There’s a party to attend anyway.”

He moved so quickly that I didn’t have time to respond when he sat up and flipped me onto my back. When he bit down on the side of my neck, I gripped his shoulder blades.

“Nobody finds out,” he said.

I licked my lips. “You don’t want them all to know that I put you on your knees, West?”

He flushed again, a direct contrast to his stern expression. “Is that what you’re gonna do?”

I hummed thoughtfully and put a hand on his chest. He let me push him back until he was sitting on the bed .

“Maybe,” I mused, letting my eyes travel the length of his body. “Or maybe I want to see your face so that I don’t miss the exact moment you realize that you don’t hate me at all. But…”

I kissed him again, slower this time. He moaned when I tugged on his lower lip, then sucked on the plump skin.

“First, I need to know you want this.”

“I think it’s obvious.”

Trailing my tongue across his jaw, I reveled in the feeling of his stubble. When I reached his ear, I grazed it with my teeth. “Beg me to fuck you, West.”

He reared back. I latched onto his throat again so he couldn’t escape.

He scoffed. “No.” When I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, he jerked. “Oh, god.”

“That’s not my name.”

There was a mixture of horror and desperation on his face. To be fair, I wouldn’t beg either, but he didn’t deserve for me to make it easy. Or I was just an asshole. I didn’t really care.

“I need to see your dick first,” he said.

With a shrug, I stripped out of my pants. When I was bare before him, his eyes widened.

“You want to stick that inside me?”

“Not up to your standards?” I joked.

To sweeten the pot, I moved onto my knees and knelt down. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, unable to stifle my groan when I tasted his precum. Something about West fucking Densmore leaking for me was so satisfying and arousing. Addicting, maybe. Dangerous. Again, I just didn’t care. I wanted more.

His fingers tangled in my hair as a gasp left his lips. I raised my gaze to meet his. The confliction was fading, being replaced by an obvious need. It made me ache. When his touch gentled, his fingers stroking through my hair almost reverently, I was flooded with warmth.

“Lincoln,” he whispered.

Holding his gaze, I took more of him into my mouth. I adored the way his brows pulled tight and his lips fell apart. When he wasn’t on the defensive, everything he felt was open to me through every shift of his expression .

Sinking down further, I relaxed my throat to take more of him. I pulled back to the tip slowly, rolling his balls in my palm as I did so. My tongue slid past the underside of his head, making his hips jerk. I repeated the motion on the sensitive area, drawing sounds from him that only made me want more.

“Is it weird if I call you beautiful?” he asked on a groan.

I shook my head slightly. My lips curved in a brief smile before I lifted off of him. He immediately pounced, moving onto his knees to kiss me. All of his previous irresolution had disappeared. What I felt through his lips was certainty, and it awoke something feral in me.

Putting my arm around his waist, I eased him onto his back. I shifted my hips forward, letting my cock slide against his.

“You’re treating me like a princess,” he muttered.

“I can go straight to fucking you if you’d prefer.”

“Or you let me do it.”

It was hard not to laugh at him. I reached into my nightstand drawer to grab a thin, slightly curved toy. He stared at it suspiciously.

“Has that been in your ass?” he asked.

“Will you just shut up?”

He huffed before he mimed zipping his lips.

I applied lube to the toy. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Might as well. I’m curious at this point.”

“Well, you’re fun,” I replied with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

He flashed me a smile that made my heart speed up. Well, we were here now.