Page 87 of Resist Me

He took my cup and set it down before he kissed me. Immediately, I pushed him back against the counter, letting go of my inhibitions.

“You have morning breath,” I murmured against his lips.

“And you taste like stolen coffee creamer. I think we’ll both survive.”

“Call it payment for the cake.”

“We both know you wouldn’t have finished that thing. You’re disgustingly healthy.”

“That’s why I have a better throw than you.”

He gasped dramatically, putting a hand on my chest to push me away. “Take it back.”

“Nope. I’ve easily got five yards on you.”

“This is blasphemy.”

“Let’s not even talk about your stamina.”

Locking a hand around my throat, he brought me close to his lips but too far for me to reach them. “My stamina is unmatched.”

“Prove it.”

“You have attitude today,” he noted.

“Just a few minutes ago, you said you were ashamed to like me.”

He scoffed. “That’s not what I said.”

“It hurt. I don’t know if I’ll recover.”

With a smirk, he reached down and undid the button on my jeans. Just that simple act made blood rush to my cock. He flicked my top lip with his tongue and I opened my mouth. His tongue sought mine without kissing me, like he just wanted to taste me, then he delved deeper. It was wet and wild and fucking obscene. His eyes blazed with animalistic hunger while he brushed his fingers over my shaft.

When he dropped to his knees, my heart began to beat faster.

“I’ve never done this,” he admitted.

“I figured.”

“Can I try it?”

“Do you expect me to say no?”

He gave me that smile that first made me notice him on the field. Of course, it was followed up by his challenge to have a duel. This was an infinitely better experience.

“Wait,” I said. “What if she comes out?”

“You’d better cum fast, then.” He bit his lip as he stroked me a couple of times. “Do I just…”

He wrapped his lips around it and nearly took me down to the base in one go like a fucking champ. I swore, caught off guard by his unexpected exuberance. He pulled back and licked his lips, looking contemplative.

“Not to be a dick,” I drawled. “But I was enjoying that. What’s going through that mad brain of yours?”

“I was wondering…”

“What?” Reaching down, I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to reassure him.

“Is this the gayest thing I’ve ever done or was that taking your dick in my ass? This feels gayer.”

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