Resist Me

Chapter 22

West

Was I terrified? Not as much as I expected. I’d always been curious about boning a guy. When I’d thought about it before, though, I assumed I’d be in Linc’s position. I wondered why I’d even agreed, but that felt like a much longer conversation I’d need to have with myself when I was alone.

So, yeah. My ass was about to get invaded by my mortal enemy. The villain in my story. My arch nemesis. And right now, I wanted to feel him kiss me again. He devoured my lips like I was the first meal he’d been given in ages. It was bound to make a guy ache for him. Obviously, he was a wizard or something. A seducer of men. And I, being a man, had effectively been seduced.

Granted, I didn’t have to come back after I stormed out earlier. We didn’t have to address that right now.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked.

I was about to answer, ‘Your mom,’ but he pressed the toy to my asshole and that’s when the self-preservation instinct kicked in. Was it more shameful to kick him in the face and run or let him plow my ass?

“West. ”

“We don’t need to use our words. Just do your thing.”

He didn’t seem to like that. His eyes became shuttered, hiding his emotions from me. Biting my lip, I reached out to touch his cheekbone.

“Fuck, man. I’m being a dick, huh?”

He shrugged. “There are no obligations here.”

“I wanna do this. Really.”

He studied me for a moment before he leaned down to kiss me. His body blanketed mine and he didn’t move from that position as he reached between us to position the toy again. I tensed, but he pulled me right out of it with the way his mouth moved against mine.

At least he was a clever villain.

“Relax,” he breathed.

If he used that voice, I might do anything he said. I pushed my fingers through his hair again. It was just as soft as I imagined it would be. When the tip of the toy breached me, I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. His lips found my throat, the gentle touch reigniting my arousal after the intrusion.

Considering how thin the toy was, I couldn’t fully push aside my fear. His dick was impressive. Mine was thicker, but he was very well-rounded in all regards. I tried to remind myself that millions of men enjoyed it, so I could stop whining about it and find out for myself what all the hype was about.

Linc moved slowly, exercising a level of care that surprised me. When he’d worked the toy into me, he left a trail of kisses across my jaw. He sat back on his heels and I almost protested but bit my tongue.

“Fuck,” I shouted when the damn thing started vibrating. My surprise was forgotten almost immediately because I’d just been introduced to a part of my body I’d never been brave enough to explore on my own. And holy shit, it felt better than I could’ve imagined.

I reached for my dick, desperate for more stimulation, but he grabbed my wrist. When I shot him a glare, he appeared completely unphased. Releasing me, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, sending goosebumps across my skin.

“Does your dick vibrate too?” I asked breathily. “Because you’re setting the bar pretty high right now. ”

The way he smiled made my stomach feel questionable. Lincoln had been acting differently around me lately, but that right there was all the way across the spectrum. It completely changed him.

Best to shut that down.

I looked up at the ceiling instead and let him do his thing. It was just sex. We didn’t have to keep eye contact or anything.

When he started moving it, I felt tense again but quickly relaxed. He continued using his other hand to stroke my skin- my leg, then my stomach, and finally, my dick. My eyes snapped back to him, only to find him smirking, which was suspicious.

“What do you want?” I demanded, narrowing my eyes.

“Jesus. I’ve never dealt with someone so mouthy.”

“Welcome to the wild West. If you’re gonna bone me, let’s get on with it. The suspense is gonna make me bail.”

He shook his head, but he was laughing. “Slow down. I’m not in a rush.”

As he withdrew the toy, I found myself missing the fullness. I swallowed hard as I watched him put on a condom. It made me nervous all over again, but there was a flutter of excitement in my stomach that accompanied it.

“Can you stand to look at my face or should I flip you over?”

Instead of using my words, I grabbed his arms and pulled him closer. He used his knees to spread my legs further apart. His teeth clamped down on my lower lip, drawing a groan from my throat.

When his dick pressed against me, I fought the panic. Was I really gonna fuck Lincoln? It was a little late to wonder if I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure what would happen after this. Go back to hating each other maybe. Or we could reach some weird peace. Or…

No. That was stupid.

I focused on his lips while I settled my hands on his back. He reached between us to circle my rim with his finger. An embarrassing sound slipped from my throat and I felt him smile against my mouth.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he murmured.

After I nodded, he pulled back briefly to apply lube to his fingers. The toy hadn’t been gone for long, but I was still a little tense when he started to work one into me. His tongue caressed mine in such an intimate way that I forgot my concerns long enough for him to push inside of me .

“Mm,” I moaned as he moved it nearly all the way out. “I want more.”

“You’re so impatient.”

“I’m not breakable.”

“That sounds like a goddamn challenge, West.”

With a second finger inside of me now, he angled them and spread them apart a little to loosen me up.

The toy had been sudden when it started vibrating. When his fingers found my prostate, it was different- slower and more purposeful. It made little ripples of that incredible sensation travel further inside of me.

I felt my dick leak onto my stomach and it made me impatient all over again. I didn’t really want him to know that, though. He had the upper hand and he knew it. How could I take it back?

With one hand, I gripped his jaw, and with the other, I reached for his dick. He let out a sharp breath and jolted. Using my hold on his face, I forced him to look at me.

“You say I’m impatient, but you’re just as desperate, Linc.”

My display only made him smile. He sat up further on his knees, breaking my hold, then he latched onto my wrist to keep it in place. His hips moved forward and stroked his dick through my hand. It was undeniably hot as fuck.

He was hot as fuck.

No, West. Focus. Linc is the devil.

He raised a brow as if he could tell what I was thinking. Hell, maybe he could.

“Get out of my head.”

After rolling his eyes, he continued his movements inside of me. The third finger made me arch my hips. I couldn’t even imagine what his dick would feel like, but I wanted to find out.

“Linc.”

“It’s your first time,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I groaned but let him continue. It wasn’t his first time, so maybe he should’ve let me take on his role. Asshole.

My fingers tightened on the sheets as he stimulated my prostate. I couldn’t control the sounds escaping me. He leaned down to kiss my neck, then trailed his lips over my chest. The graze of his teeth over my nipple caused an unexpected jolt of pleasure to course through me.

The lower he went, the faster my breaths came. I closed my eyes and when his tongue swiped the tip of my dick, I whimpered. It might have been embarrassing if I cared right now. He briefly wrapped his lips around me, then used his tongue underneath the head. I looked down at him and found him staring at me. Again.

“Do you like watching me taste you?” he asked.

The upper hand was gone. It’d been obliterated. Yeeted into the void.

“Do it again,” I said.

He was still smiling as he took the head of my dick into his mouth. His fingers stroked against that spot inside of me before he buried me in his throat.

“Fuck!” I shouted.

Withdrawing, he shook his head. “At this rate, the entire party will know you’re in here.”

I put a hand over my forehead while I blew out a breath. His fingers pulled free, then circled my ass a couple of times.

“Bring your knees up,” he instructed.

Swallowing hard, I did as he said. He grabbed the bottle of lube, but I sat up and snatched it. He watched me curiously as I put some in my hand. When he realized what I was doing, he smirked.

“Can’t get enough of touching me?”

“Fuck you,” I muttered.

Wrapping my fingers around his dick, I stroked him, spreading the lube across his length. Feeling it in my hand reminded me that this whole thing was about to be inside of me, but I wasn’t afraid of it anymore.

He groaned and his head dropped back. Since he’d bared his neck to me, I licked up the column of his throat.

Suddenly, he pushed me onto my back. His fingers traced the same path on my neck that I’d made with my tongue. They moved to the side, then paused just over my pulse point. I had no doubt he could feel how fast my heart was beating.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“You scared?”

His lips thinned. “You annoy the hell out of me. ”

“Maybe you should show me how much frustration you’ve built up over the past six months.”

The smile that curved his lips was more wicked than any of the others. He adjusted so that he was leaning over me like before, then reached between us to guide his dick into me slowly. It was definitely more than the toy and I couldn’t stop my sharp intake of breath.

“Stay with me,” he murmured. There was a gravelly note to his voice that settled low in my stomach.

Making shallow movements with his hips, he gradually worked himself inside me. With every inch, he pulled back out, then kept going. Each time, it felt a little easier. It was an adjustment and I didn’t know how long it took, but once we were there, it didn’t seem so bad.

He drew back all the way, then thrust inside of me again.

“You’re doing amazing.”

My dick throbbed at his words.

Damn. Did I have a praise kink? What a time to discover that, in bed with the devil’s dick in my ass.

“You told me not to treat you like a princess,” he said, rising up on his knees.

He threaded his arms under my thighs to bring my legs up. I gripped the sheets, nervous and excited about what he was going to do. This time, he thrust into me harder and it forced my mouth to fall open. With the next one, he rolled his hips like some freaking sex demon.

“God,” I moaned. “Maybe I get why Sen and Kai do this so much.”

His eyes found mine and I was surprised by the darkness I saw there. “Don’t ever talk about anyone else when you’re in this bed, West.”

I bit my lip and nodded. He started moving slowly, then faster. I was tempted to taunt him again, if only to see him get all growly like before, but I refrained. He leaned over me, keeping hold of one of my thighs.

“Aren’t you glad I’m flexible?” I asked.

He bit my chin, which was weird but kind of hot. Burying his face in my neck, he licked and sucked on my skin. It was obscene and made my dick throb more. I tried to reach for it, but he pinned my hands.

“Linc,” I groaned.

“Remember when I said you’d have to beg?”

“No. That never happened.”

Adjusting so that his face was right above mine, he met my eyes. “What are you gonna do, West?”

“You can’t just fuck me and not let me cum.”

He shrugged his mouth as he thought about it. “It’s a dick move, for sure, but I could. It’s your choice, really.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I told you before we started, so it’s on you.”

“I hate you.”

He stopped moving entirely. Grabbing my jaw, he forced me to look at him.

“I told you I don’t accept that. Hate me after if you have to.”

I moved my hips, but his weight kept me from getting what I needed.

“Please,” I said, squeezing my eyes closed. He moved a tiny amount, his torso rubbing on my dick. “Fuck. Please, Linc.”

“Please what?”

“Let me cum.”

His fingers wrapped around my shaft and my muscles engaged. He stroked me in time with his own movements, creating twin sensations inside and outside of me. An unfettered sound escaped my lips as an electrifying heat spread outward from my core. My dick swelled further, then the flood of pleasure peaked. I felt my cum hit my stomach and drip down my shaft as he continued to milk me with his hand.

With a muttered curse, he thrust into me harder. His hips stuttered and I opened my eyes to watch his face pinch with his orgasm. His head fell against the side of my neck as he caught his breath. I trailed my fingers down his damp back, still riding the after effects.

As he pulled back, he groaned a little. Once his dick was no longer inside of me, I shivered. Even though I could feel a slight soreness from the new experience, part of me wanted him to do it all over again, to fill this emptiness he’d left me with .

I grunted in surprise when he swiped my cum from my stomach with his fingers and pressed it to my lips. He laughed at the way I swatted his hand away.

“Don’t make it weird,” I grumbled.

Keeping eye contact, he brought the fingers to his mouth instead. My lips parted as I watched him sink both of them all the way to his last knuckle. He sucked on them with a purposeful moan that put my dick at risk of demanding round two.

As he pulled his fingers free and scooted backward, a question popped into my head: now what?

He was staring at me, probably wondering the same thing. I was still in the same position, feeling more than sated, but I’d never been a cum depository before and now that I wasn’t in a lust-filled haze, I was bombarded with the existentialism that came from being a human with the capacity for intelligent thoughts.

Linc raised a single brow. “You’re having a crisis, aren’t you?”

“No,” I replied too quickly. Way too quickly.

He sat back on his heels with a soft expression on his face. “There’s a bathroom right there. You can freak out for as long as you need to.”

“I’m not freaking out.”

I got to my feet and gathered my clothes. After a quick glance at him, I rushed toward the door he’d pointed out. I was about to close it when he grabbed my arm and turned me around. His thumb brushed over my jaw. The serious look on his face made my stomach clench.

“Are you okay? Really.”

“I think so.”

He smiled softly. More tentatively than before, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It was different now, less desperate, but it didn’t feel wrong, which concerned me more than anything else that had happened.

“Can you agree to one thing?” he asked. I nodded. “I don’t want to just move past this like it never happened. Maybe it won’t matter. I don’t know. I just want to actually talk about it at some point. Is that fair?”

“Yeah. Uh, we can talk about it. ”

I couldn’t keep myself together any longer, so I flashed him a smile, then backed into the bathroom. Once the door was closed, I dropped the facade. Putting a hand over my mouth, I drew in an extraordinarily long breath, not stopping until my lungs felt like they’d explode.

This was one of those things I needed to talk to my best friend about. At the same time, I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t know how I felt, but I also didn’t know how I’d want Kai to react. If he thought this was a good idea, that terrified me. If he thought it was a bad idea, that also terrified me.

Oh, god. I didn’t even know how Linc felt about it. He wanted to talk, but again, that was terrifying .

Part of it was about me having sex with a guy, but most of it was about it being Lincoln goddamn Porter. Worse, I wasn’t feeling that familiar thrum of hatred when I thought about him. Instead, I thought about the way his lips felt and how he smelled like rosewood. I remembered the way his fingers moved over the piano keys with the same adoration as when he touched my face.

Lincoln Porter. My arch nemesis and greatest rival. But that thread connecting him to those roles in my head was getting really damn thin.