Page 59 of Resist Me

“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 stickthatinside 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.

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