Resist Me

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

West

Were things perfect with Willow? No, but she cried, I may or may not have cried, and we hugged. Whatever she was dealing with, she wouldn’t tell me, and I would have to accept it for now. For now . I wasn’t one to give up.

I stared down at my phone. My lip hurt from how much I’d been gnawing on it. I wasn’t sure why I’d thought this was a good idea last night, but after what happened with my sister, I’d been raw. And I’d been drunk. Someone should’ve taken my phone away so I couldn’t text my damn father.

West: I know you don’t care, but there’s a team dinner on Friday and a bunch of parents are coming and shit. I’m gonna officially be the quarterback of a big, badass university. Yay for me, right?

Pathetic. I wasn’t going to touch vodka again for a while, that was for sure. He’d read it but didn’t respond, so I sent one more text, just to give myself some closure .

West: Forget I said anything about the dinner tomorrow. Was drunk. I’m sure you’re not surprised.

It showed as read immediately but again, no response. That made it easy for me to delete the messages and move on.

As I tapped my fingers on the side of the phone, I tried to get Linc out of my head. He tended to stick around there all the time these days. There’d been many times that I decided he was a wizard. I even searched my room for a hex bag at one point. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d put some sort of love spell on me.

Maybe I should do another sweep.

Or I could go harass him. He was at home and said that he needed to practice, but… When had I ever made his life easy?

It was stupidly expensive and likely a dumb impulse to follow, but I ordered myself a ride and slipped into my slides. Since I was impatient, I waited on the front porch, staring at the little car on the screen. It’d be cool if he drove faster. I, for one, didn’t care about speed limits unless I was driving in a stolen car with a suspended license.

When he finally pulled up, I hopped into the backseat and started bouncing up and down. Was he gonna be surprised? Yes. Would he be annoyed? Hopefully. He got all bossy when I put him in a mood.

It took thirty long minutes to get to his apartment. Each one made me wonder why teleportation hadn’t been invented yet. It was 2024. That seemed doable, honestly.

I raced up the stairs two at a time and immediately knocked on his door. The sound of him playing the piano stopped and I couldn’t help but smile. When he opened the door, he frowned.

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I’m bored.”

“Don’t you have hobbies?”

“Sure, but I was thinking about you and that’s sweet, so you should be swooning.”

He put a hand on his chest and faked almost falling to the ground, then laughed. “Fine, but you have to let me practice.”

“ Totally will do that.”

After he let me in, I veered toward the kitchen. As usual, his fridge was full of old people's food. Sadly, he didn’t have any cake .

“There’s a pizza in the freezer you can make,” he said.

I pulled it out, already feeling starved just thinking about it. “Frozen pizza, Linc? I’m disappointed in you.”

“I didn’t get it for me.”

Trying not to smile, I slid the pizza into the oven without waiting for it to preheat. When I turned around, I saw him watching me.

“Are you plotting my death?” I asked.

“Always. You’ve made a mistake by letting down your guard. It’s all part of my evil plan.”

“I knew you were a villain.”

“And you’re not into superheroes, so I guess my reign of terror will never end.”

“Unless a bigger, badder villain comes along.”

“I’m assuming that’s you.”

“I’m a menace to society.”

“Don’t I know it.”

He began to play again. The way he could shut out the world as soon as he touched those keys was mesmerizing. It was like what I did on the field in the seconds leading up to having the ball in my hands.

The thing was, I didn’t come here with any intention of letting him play. He already did it perfectly. The more he obsessed over it, the more rehearsed it would sound, which defeated the purpose.

I waltzed over to him, performing a spin on the way. He pursed his lips, trying to keep his focus on the piano. With a fake yawn, I stretched my arms above my head and pulled off my shirt. He only spared me a brief glance, which was annoying.

“Hey, honey bun,” I purred as I leaned my elbows on the back of the keyboard. “Eyes front.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Aw, peaches. You knew I was incapable of that when you let me in.”

“At least let me get through this one time.”

“But I’m dying for a taste of that nutter butter.”

Removing his hands from the keyboard, he scrunched up his nose and stared at me. “That’s disgusting.”

“Is it? Maybe you’re no fun.”

When I came around to his side, he trailed his fingers up my abdomen. “You’re going to be the death of me, West. ”

“Villain, remember?”

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and yanked me closer. My hand came down on the keyboard, making an ungodly sound. Suddenly, he got to his feet, already unbuttoning my pants. He tried to push me toward the bed but I resisted, which made him growl. Since he’d violated me in this very place, I decided to repay the favor and lifted him, then dropped him onto the mattress.

His eyes were wide as he stared up at me. I kicked off the rest of my clothes before I pulled his off.

“Back up,” I commanded.

He followed the instruction without a word. Once he was in the middle of the bed, I dropped my knees to the mattress and moved closer to him. I ran my hands up his calves, then his thighs. When I moved to the inside of them, he started to breathe heavier.

“Spread your legs,” I said. “Mm. Does eating ass kinda work the same as eating pussy?”

He laughed. “Dude, I wouldn’t have any idea.”

With a shrug, I dropped to my elbows. What was the worst that could happen? There was no way I’d be with a man and not become an expert at analingus.

I brushed my lips along his inner thigh. His leg shook a little as I moved further up. When I grazed his skin with my teeth, he let out a shuddering breath. Instead of going straight for it, I gently wrapped my lips around one of his balls. My tongue trailed over it, then I moved to the next. I’d already learned that this one was more sensitive, so I sucked on it lightly, just enough to make him gasp. Now that his dick was fully erect, I lowered further and put my hands on his thighs to push them apart.

When I ran my tongue over his ass once, his hips jerked. It was impossible not to smile every time I got him to react like that.

“Did you ever think you’d have West Densmore licking your ass?”

“I would’ve rather died.”

He grunted when I circled him with the firm tip of my tongue. I was ready to own this man. My tongue had probably touched every part of his body now. He belonged to me and I was too selfish to share.

My mouth watered as I continued to draw moans from him. I went from firm pressure to soft, barely a feather’s touch. Every time he got quieter, I switched it up. I watched him stroke his dick and narrowed my eyes.

“Don’t cum.”

He smiled down at me. “I’m not gonna do that until you’re lost inside me and I can see your face.”

He reached into the nightstand and tossed a bottle of lube toward me. I caught it out of the air, waggling my eyebrows as I opened it. It was strawberry flavored, so naturally, I’d tasted it the last time I was here. It was not quality checked, apparently. It wasn’t that great.

Like the responsible dude he was, Linc had us both get tested this week. We hadn’t boned since the results came back yesterday, but I was really fucking excited to. As of today, I’d eaten his ass and I was going to fuck him bareback for the first time. The universe was throwing all sorts of beautiful things at me.

“We can do it without, right?” I confirmed.

He hummed thoughtfully. “How committed are you to this?”

“Forever ever?”

“Not a joke, baby.”

I huffed. “I’m committed. The thought of touching anyone else is icky and we’ve graduated from boy toys to boyfriends. What else do you want?”

With a laugh, he dropped his head back. “Yeah. We can.”

I licked him one more time before I started to work my first finger into him. There was something I found beautiful and fascinating about watching a part of myself disappear inside of him. The way he stretched around me made it impossible to tear my eyes away. When I pushed a second one in, I focused on finding my target. I was still getting familiar with it, but after a few seconds, I got him to whimper.

Pulling my fingers free, I used them to motion for him to turn over.

“I said I wanted to see your face,” he reminded me.

“Too bad. I want to see your ass.”

With an eye roll that rivaled my best ones, he flipped onto his knees. I grabbed his hips and pulled him backward. My dick rested against his ass while my hands roamed over his skin. He was both soft and not. His body was cut and every time he moved, I could feel his muscles. The hair on his legs somehow made me more excited than the smoothness of the women I’d been with. I didn’t think that would be the case with most guys, but he wasn’t most guys. Hexed, obviously.

I spread more lube on my dick before I started to guide it into him. His forehead dropped to the pillow and I thought I might be moving too fast, but he pushed backward. I stared in awe as my dick disappeared inside of him. With a groan, I pulled all the way out and quickly bent down to sink my teeth into his ass cheek.

“Fuck,” he shouted.

I held onto him tightly so he couldn’t turn around and hit me. With a laugh, I used both hands to spread him open, then sunk myself back into him. It shut him up pretty quickly. The glaring red teeth marks were better than any of his tattoos. Maybe I’d convince him to have it inked on him permanently.

Was it weird to brand someone as yours? I didn’t really care.

He rocked back against me with every thrust. With the tight band of his ass around me and my mark on him, the experience was ecstasy. My hand came down on his cheek where my teeth had been. He hissed, but it quickly turned into a sound of pleasure. I held back for as long as I could, dying to hold onto this moment for longer. When I couldn’t control it anymore, I gripped him tighter.

“Don’t cum yet,” I told him.

Whatever mean thing he said fell on deaf ears. I was too lost in him while I crested my orgasm. I wrapped an arm around his middle and stopped moving as I came inside of him. Without giving myself a chance to catch my breath, I dropped onto my back and slid between his legs to take his dripping dick into my mouth.

He sat up, straddling my chest, and moved his hips forward. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he looked down at me with parted lips.

“You need to taste me, West? I never get tired of watching you take my cock.”

I grasped his shaft firmly, applying pressure under his head with my tongue. He looked up at the ceiling and his back arched. Like this, he looked like one of those naughty paintings by Michelangelo or whoever the hell he was. Was that the ninja turtle? Didn’t matter.

“God,” he breathed. “Take all of me. Can you do that?”

He knew I could, but if he wanted me to prove it… His dick hit the back of my throat. I relaxed it so that I wouldn’t gag, then moaned ar ound him. It made his legs shake on either side of me. Grabbing onto his thighs, I raised myself up a little further and bobbed my head faster. He met each movement, fucking my mouth relentlessly. When he swelled inside of me, I pulled back and stuck my tongue out while I continued to stroke him.

“West. God, yes.”

He let out a long groan when he came in my mouth. I used the tip of my tongue to collect the last of it, then sat up and kissed him, pushing it between his lips. He chuckled, then stroked his tongue over mine. I was still weirded out that cum didn’t bother me, even the first time. I mean, I’d tasted my own before. Curiosity and all that. I’d never had a whole load of it until recently, though.

A timer went off in the kitchen, so I pulled back quickly and leapt from the bed.

“Pizza over aftercare?” he called.

“Pizza and aftercare.”

“Do I at least get a piece?”

I shot him a venomous look while I set it on the counter. “I don’t share food.”

The bastard gave me puppy dog eyes. I licked my lips, contemplating it. He might’ve been joking, but I couldn’t stand the idea of him making a salad or some shit, so I sighed.

"One piece. That’s my final offer.”

“You’re a generous god,” he said with a laugh.

“Damn right, I am. If you want to roleplay that, I won’t say no. You can worship me on your knees. Or I could tie you up.” I raised and lowered my eyebrows, but he didn’t seem into the idea. A conversation for another day, I suppose.