Page 41 of Resisting You

Frey should have walked away. Instead, he reached out. He pulled Renato’s hand toward him and laid it on his cock where he was hard. It felt so wrong and so right, and he knew they were risking being arrested at the very least if this kept going, but he couldn’t pull away.

“Does it seem like I still don’t want it?” The words tumbled past his lips, asking for a kiss without really asking, and it only took a beat for Renato to respond with a move of his own.

The heel of his hand pressed down hard on Frey’s dick, dragging upward as his free hand grabbed him around the back of his neck and pulled him in close. The kiss was wet, messy, and mean. Renato tasted like buttered popcorn, which was fucking absurd because he was pretty sure the man wouldn’t touch movie snacks. His tongue was hot and demanding as it thrust into Frey’s mouth, filling him full and making his head spin.

And a moment later, his fingers started working at Frey’s zipper. It was only when he felt warm, humid air on his naked dick that he managed to pull back. “We can’t. Not here,” he whispered.

“No one’s watching,” Renato rumbled back. “It’s just you and me.”

“But…” Frey desperately searched for words of protest, but he had none. He wanted this too damn much. His hips thrust as Renato dragged the tips of his fingers up his hard length, the touch sending sparks of ecstasy burning under his skin.

“I thought you wanted it,” Renato murmured. His accent was thicker, words heavier, and Frey was getting lost. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll let you go.”

Panic engulfed him. He didn’t want to be let go. He’d fall to pieces. “No. Please.”

Renato stilled for a moment but didn’t release him. He pulled back just far enough to look into Frey’s eyes. “You know this kind of pain.”

Frey understood exactly what he meant, and he shook his head. “It wasn’t the same.”

“No. And yes,” Renato said. He curled his fingers around Frey’s cock and began to stroke him at an agonizingly slow pace. “Your ex hurt you. The love you thought you had—the life you thought was yours—died.”

Frey swallowed heavily. Thinking about Jace didn’t hurt as much as it used to. It was a dull ache instead of a sharp sting. But bringing it there between them with Renato’s hand on him was…he didn’t quite have the words for it. He didn’t know if he wanted Renato to keep going or to stop.

“People like us need something else. Something different.”

“Hateful,” Frey whispered.

Renato’s grip tightened, and then he moved his arm faster. Frey started to moan, but before the sound could escape his lips, Renato slapped his free hand over his mouth and gave him a vicious glare. “Don’t make a sound. If you want me to make you come, keep quiet.”

He was close enough Frey could smell the coffee on his breath, and the hint of his cologne, and something sort of musky like soap from a recent shower. He was everything and nothing like the man Frey worked with, and Frey wanted to dig his fingers deep and pull him apart until he could see everything that made Renato who he was.

But in that moment, all he really cared about was Renato letting him come. He didn’t care that he was going to spill all over his jeans like he was some messy teenager not in control of his own hormones and libido. He wanted to chase his pleasure at the command of the one man Frey was pretty sure could ruin him worse than his ex could ever hope to.

He made a soft, muffled sound, and Renato’s glower deepened even as he sped up. “Try me,” Renato snapped.

Frey swallowed heavily, then nodded. He went lax in his seat, and Renato gave the softest groan as he leaned over further and began to jack him like if he didn’t wring the orgasm straight from Frey’s balls, the world was going to end.

“Fuck. Look at you,” Renato whispered. He let go of Frey’s mouth and braced his hand on the armrest so he could hover a few inches above Frey. “You’re so good, aren’t you? And you like that. You like being good.”

Frey’s cock kicked hard against Renato’s hand, and he stilled for a moment, gripping so tight it almost hurt. Then he dragged a soft touch from root to tip before squeezing hard enough that Frey almost came right there.

“I like how you respond to me,” Renato murmured. “I like how obvious it is that you want it—that you hate it’s me, but you can’t get enough. I like that you stalked me and chased me here.”

Frey’s head was spinning, and his vision was going white in the corners. He was going to come. Fuck, fuck. His lips parted on a soft gasp, and he gave Renato a pleading look.

“Make a mess,” Renato said. “Come all over yourself.”

And then Frey did. His eyes slammed shut, and his hips stuttered upward once, twice, three times before he was spilling. Renato cupped him with both hands, and it took Frey a moment to realize he’d caught everything in his palm.

Frey’s breath stuttered in his chest as he watched Renato bring his hand up to his mouth. He caught a quick glimpse of a pink tongue and then watched his throat bob as he swallowed.

“That’s not very safe. You think I’m the hospital whore,” Frey said, his voice ragged and soft. “You have no idea what I could have.”

Renato stared at him for a long moment, then swiped his hands on the side of his trousers and stood up. He was hard. He was tenting the front, and for a wild moment, he thought Renato was going to pull his dick out and make Frey suck it. But then he shifted, tucking himself back until the evidence was hidden.

Frey said nothing. He just watched with hooded eyes as Renato stepped past his legs, took the stairs down to the exit, and left him sitting there with his dick out and traces of come sticking to his pubes. Frey’s heart felt like it was going to crack in half, but he refused to let it. He refused to break.

Not because he didn’t want to give Renato that power but because he’d done the same thing to the other man, and it was the least he deserved.

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