Page 39 of Resist

When I tilt his hips to find that spot inside him, his eyes close, and I hate that he takes them from me.

Sliding my hand up his perfect, sexy body, I grip his throat and pull out of him, making his eyes open as he cries out.

I spin him, keeping my hand on his throat as I force his eyes to meet mine in the mirror as I drive into him from behind. “Look at me when I fuck you.”

I keep him bent over as I fuck him from behind, thrusting faster and harder until the wood shakes from the force.

His hand smashes into the mirror, leaving a foggy print on the glass as he pushes back to take me, and when I pull out and slam back in, he cries out loudly, hitting the glass once more and smashing it. Knowing he can’t see me, I pull out of his tight, perfect ass and spin him once more. His eyes widen, sweat covering his face and chest.

“Fox,” he whines as I lift him, drag his ass off the wood, and impale him on me. I watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head. His beautiful, huge cock pulses.

“I—oh god, I’m going to come. Please, please don’t stop,” he rambles.

“Not before me, you won’t,” I order as I reach between us and grip his cock. “You come when I say so,” I warn as I pound into him. My own release builds despite me trying to hold it back, wanting this to last forever. My balls draw up, and scalding hot pleasure rolls through me until it takes over.

“Now,” I order. “Come for me, baby boy,” I demand harshly, and I let go of my grip on his cock as I slam into him.

His yell of pleasure fills the air, followed by my grunt of ecstasy as I come. My back bows, pleasure stealing my voice and my vision as I empty deep inside him, yet it still isn’t enough. I push deeper until there isn’t an inch of space, and then I slump into him.

My vision clears, even as I shake with aftershocks, and I see him sprawled back on the ruined wood, his eyelids half closed. His face and chest are red and covered in sweat, as well as my hand and bite marks.

Fuck, he looks so goddamn beautiful, and he’s all mine.

I lick my dry lips, unable to move just yet. “Good boy,” I praise, my voice thick. “You’re mine now, Ryker.”

NINETEEN

Fox presses his sweaty forehead to mine, our eyes locked together, and a smile grows on my lips, matching his. I begin to laugh, but it sounds more like a giggle, so I smack my hand across my lips.

He reaches up and pulls it away before he kisses me softly. My eyes shut automatically, a feeling of safety and pure happiness blasting through me. I’ve imagined this for a long time, and now he’s mine. I can still feel him inside me, the slight pain eclipsed by the bliss of being in his arms.

“So cute,” he whispers. “Aren’t you, my boy?”

A shudder rolls through me, and my eyes snap open as I lick my swollen lips. “Say it again.” My cheeks heat in embarrassment. I sound so whiny and demanding, but Fox simply caresses my cheek as he stares at me like I’m perfect. Nobody looks at me the way he does. I fell in love with his eyes first. They were only for me. Always for me.

“Say what?” he asks.

“Call me that again,” I murmur.

“What?” He tilts his head, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes.

“My boy,” I snap, louder than I mean to, and his laughter makes me groan.

He finally calms down and leans his forehead into mine again, his eyes pinning me in place as his hands grip my hips and tug me even closer, shoving him deeper inside me. The sensation makes me cry out, and he eats up the sound before his smoky voice fills my ear. “My boy. You are my boy, aren’t you? Especially when you’re still wrapped around me like this. You’re going to feel sore every time you move, reminding you that I claimed you, but you like it, don’t you?” His tongue darts out and licks the shell of my ear, and I have to fight the urge to reach for him again. “My boy,” he drawls, making me shiver again.

“Can we go again?” I ask, gripping his sides, my dick hardening in agreement.

“Needy boy.” He chuckles into my ear before laying a kiss on my neck. “Later. If I stay inside you much longer, we will be here all night and they’ll find us, but even then, I won’t stop.”

“That’s fine by me,” I say as I move my hips.

His laughter grows as he slowly pulls from my body, making me wince. Stepping back, he runs his eyes over me possessively before he yanks his pants up, leaving them open as I watch him.

I imagined being with him a million different ways. It was our first time together, not something I usually put importance on, but this is Fox. I wish we could have been in our bed like I imagined, but something about it being here is kind of perfect too, and I have the insane urge to cry.

I thought I’d lost him, thought I’d lost the only thing that truly matters to me, but he’s here, at my side where he’s always been, and I’m not letting him go again.

“Stop those thoughts,” he orders as he steps closer and pinches my cheek. “Even if you grow to regret this, I’m not letting you go now.”

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