Page 91 of Resist Me

“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.”

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