Resist Me

Chapter 30

Linc

I heard the bathroom door open, so I moved one arm behind my head to prop me further up on the pillow. With my other hand, I stroked my cock, which had been half hard since I got in here. The prospect of getting West flustered, then getting him naked, was far too arousing.

He was far too arousing. Not that it mattered, but he was easily the most attractive man I’d been with. I would never tell him that. The consequences would be dire.

West walked into the room and stretched his arms above his head while he yawned. A towel hung low on his hips, giving me a beautiful view of his sharp hip bones, leading to his pelvis. All it would take was a light tug and that piece of fabric would be out of the way.

When he was done with his dramatic stretch, he finally noticed me. His mouth fell open and he just stood there for a long time. I raised a brow and stroked my fully erect cock, which seemed to snap him out of it. He turned around and slammed the door closed, then approached the bed slowly.

“What are you doing?” he asked huskily .

“I told you I’d fuck you after. Thought I’d get a couple steps out of the way while I waited for you.”

His gaze moved to my hand. I was still stroking myself languidly, never taking my eyes off of him.

“Does this make you hard, baby?” He nodded. “Show me.”

He flung the towel across the room, which made me laugh. My heart sped up as I took in his body. Moving into a sitting position at the edge of the bed, I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. I kissed his stomach and traced the lines of muscle there. His fingers threaded through my hair, then he tightened his grip and tipped my head back.

As he settled his knees on the bed, I began to scoot backward. He was extremely serious and his bright eyes were wild. It had my stomach in shambles.

“Baby,” I said.

He silenced me with an aggressive kiss just before he shoved me onto my back and straddled my hips. I gripped his thighs, then moved my hands further up. He groaned into my mouth when I held onto his ass and jerked him forward, encouraging him to grind on me.

“Scoot up,” I instructed. “Let me taste you.”

When he was close enough, I lifted my head and licked the tip of his cock. He grabbed onto the top of the headboard with one hand and stared down at me as I wrapped my lips around him. Rising a little higher up on my elbows, I took more of him into my mouth. He stayed still, just watching. I pulled back and met his eyes.

“You can fuck my mouth, you know.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

Instead of answering, I continued my movements. He still looked uncertain about it, which was kind of adorable. I hadn’t thought much about the fact that he was only eighteen. I didn’t know how much sex he’d had, but I didn’t think he slept around with people on campus. He was a flirt or maybe that was just his personality. It didn’t really seem like he tried to pick up girls.

Clearly, he’d never been told to fuck someone’s mouth before, so I claimed that privilege.

Gripping his thighs, I tried to pull him forward. He blinked a couple of times, then he thrust into my mouth. I groaned around him, which seemed to encourage him to keep going. His hips rolled fluidly and the muscles in his abs flexed with his movements. It made me want to watch him while he fucked my ass, but he’d stressed me out all week, so I wanted to fuck him into this bed and make him beg for a release.

Right now, I was enjoying the dominance he displayed. Neither of us was submissive and so far, we sort of traded off who was in control. Sometimes, though, a guy just needed to have his mouth used by a sinfully sexy man for a minute.

He gradually moved faster and thrust into me with more force, shaking the bed with each one. I relaxed my throat and angled my head so that he could reach deeper. His breath hitched, then he pulled back abruptly.

“Too close to cumming?” I taunted.

With a grin, he moved backward and kissed me. I stroked the back of his neck, then lowered my hand to his waist. Wrapping an arm around him, I flipped him onto his back and grabbed his throat, enjoying the defiance in his eyes.

“This time,” I murmured against his lips, “I really am going to put you on your knees.”

I could feel his heart racing under my fingers. When I sunk my tongue into his mouth, he didn’t try to take over. It was the first time he’d been entirely compliant.

Shit, had I tamed him temporarily?

Moving to his neck, I pressed my lips to his skin. The light touch made him shiver and arch his hips.

“Maybe I’ll make you beg again.”

He grabbed onto my wrist and pulled it away from his throat. I couldn’t help but smile as his fight returned. Before he could do anything- like throw a punch- I took both his hands, threading our fingers, and pinned them on either side of his head.

“Relax, baby. I’d never do something like that.”

His eyes narrowed. “Hurry up. I’m getting bored.”

“Mhm. I found your lube and condoms, by the way. I’m stealing one since I didn’t come prepared for you to assault me in your kitchen and declare your undying love.”

“I’m gonna sprain your ankle for real.”

He watched me roll on the condom and wrap my fingers around my cock. Goosebumps rose on my arms as he trailed his fingers up the sides of my thighs .

“Do we need that?” he asked.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

His eyes rolled further back than should’ve been possible. “We’re not fucking other people. Right?”

“I’m not. Are you?”

“No.”

“I’ve been tested,” I explained. “Obviously, I like you, and you like me once in a while. We can see how things go and if you’re really committed to this, we can talk about testing again- both of us- to be safe. Cool?”

He nodded and I took a second to study his face. I might’ve freaked him out with talk of commitment, but he’d have to learn to communicate openly, even if it was gradual. Oh, the patience I had to exercise with this man.

“You still want to right now?” I asked.

“Is my dick still hard, Linc? Yes, I want to.”

“Then, get on your knees, baby.”

His jaw ticked a couple of times before he turned over. I gripped the front of his thighs and pulled him closer. The abrupt movement made him drop to his elbows and put his ass right where I needed it.

“Don’t freak out,” I said before I spread him open and circled his rim with my tongue.

“Jesus. What the hell?”

“I said don’t freak out.”

When I did it again, he dropped his face into the pillow and groaned. I spread lube around on my index and middle finger, then made the same motion I had with my tongue. Slowly, I worked both of them inside and moved them back and forth a few times.

“Linc,” he gritted out.

Too impatient for his own good.

I was hyper aware of the fact that other people lived here, which was far from ideal, but we’d already been caught post blow job in the kitchen, so dignity left the chat a while ago.

I leaned forward and pulled him up by the throat at the same moment that I angled my fingers. He let out a choked sound that devolved into a moan.

“You want my cock, West?” He nodded jerkily. “Say please.”

“You said I didn’t have to beg. ”

“I’m a bad person. Your arch nemesis, remember? Call it reparation for the towel and the fish and the Halloween party and punching me in my own apartment. Let’s not forget the headbutt.”

“I don’t…”

“Or you could apologize.”

“Please,” he said immediately. “ Please .”

I chuckled and let him drop to his elbows again. After working a third finger into him, I decided he was ready enough. He didn’t want me to treat him ‘like a princess’ anyway. After applying more lube, I moved my fingers a few more times, then pulled them free and pressed my cock against him.

He shifted his hips backward and immediately took at least a couple inches. His fingers tightened on the sheets, but he groaned. The sudden sensation around my cock almost made me thrust the rest of the way in.

“Jesus, West. Chill.”

“No.” He continued trying to move backward, so I put my hands on either side of his ass to hold him in place.

“So fucking desperate.”

I palmed his ass cheek, then squeezed it tightly before I gave him the rest of me. He sucked in a sharp breath and buried his face in the pillow.

“Don’t touch yourself yet,” I said when he went for his cock. “Or I’ll stop.”

“I’ll just get off on my own then, asshole.”

“Do you want to masturbate or get fucked, West?”

He hesitated, then his hand dropped to the bed. I leaned over him and ran my fingers up his back, then around his side.

“Let yourself build up to it, baby. Learn your body, how far you can get with different types of stimulation.” I brushed my fingers over his nipple, drawing out a small sound before I stroked his skin again. “Don’t let this go to your head, but your body is so perfect.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I was positive that he was grinning. As I began to speed up, he rocked back against me, meeting my movements. I heard him make another noise, but it was muffled by the pillow.

Grabbing onto his thighs, I pulled out of him and dragged him backward. He let out a startled sound, then glared at me over his shoulder. Once I’d settled him at the edge of the bed, I stood and thrust into him again. I fucked him harder this time and my hips slammed against him, creating a beat that I focused on to keep myself from finishing too soon.

“Fuck,” he cried. “Linc.”

“Too much?” I panted.

He shook his head. “Feels… fucking good.”

Finally, he stopped trying to hold back. He moaned and swore and made unintelligible sounds. Each of them was so fucking hot that, for a second, I let myself imagine hearing them over and over, day after day.

“You wanna touch yourself, baby?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna cum for me while my cock is inside of you?”

“Please!” he shouted.

Jesus. I didn’t even have to ask for that one and I was pretty sure everybody just heard West beg me to let him cum. It was about to push me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Let me see you cum.”

He reached underneath him to stroke his cock. His ass tightened when he jolted, and I bit down on my lip.

“Linc, fuck. I… Can you say… my name?”

I smiled and gripped his hips. “You feel so damn good, West.”

After I said it, he lost it and I followed right after. I heard my name leave his lips on repeat and I threw his in a couple of times since I knew that he liked it now.

As soon as I pulled out of him, he flipped around and rose up on his knees. I raised a brow, unsure what his deal was, then he used two fingers to paint my lips with his cum. Grabbing his wrist, I licked up the length of them, then sunk them into my mouth. When I sucked on them, he met my eyes.

“You taste delicious, West.” I leaned forward to kiss him and he only hesitated for a second before he let me.

“There’s a lot of cum in my future, isn’t there?”

I pulled back and laughed loudly. “Yeah, there is. Can you handle that?”

His bright as fuck smile lit up his face. “I can handle anything.”