Page 41 of Resist

“Shit, baby.” He groans before he covers his mouth.

We still as the snoring stops. One of them turns, and then it starts back up again, and Fox smirks at me. His eyes darken, and then his hand wraps around my throat before he drags me closer. His lips brush across mine with each word he speaks.

“You shouldn’t have started this, Ry,” he warns just before his lips crash onto mine. I grip his cock harder as I kiss him back. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, drugging and addictive, until I find myself on my back below him, his hand gripping mine and dragging it from his boxers. He slams both of my wrists above my head and pins them there as he settles in the cradle of my thighs, rubbing against me as he deepens the kiss. All I can taste and feel is him. Desire courses through me until I roll my hips, our cocks pressing together through our thin boxers.

His hand tightens on my wrists to the point of pain, and I jerk back with a gasp, my eyes wide as I stare up at him. He watches me with this dark, greedy look that makes me shudder.

“I didn’t bring another condom, so I’m going to take you bare, and I can’t fucking wait.” He grunts, rubbing himself against me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body until his words sink in.

“You said we couldn’t,” I whisper.

“That was before you wound me up,” he grows against my lips. “I’m going to make it work, but you’re going to have to stay quiet, baby, because if you wake them, I won’t stop, not for anything, and they’ll see you getting fucked.”

My heart stops, making my chest ache, and then it pounds as he flips me so my face is pressed into his pillow. His scent fillsmy nose as his hands grip my boxers and yank them down and off, leaving me bare below him. I grind my cock into his bunk as his hands grip my ass, massaging my cheeks until I push back. I turn my head to meet his dark eyes. Our bandmates’ snores still fill the air, louder than our ragged breathing, but both of us ignore them.

Reaching past me, he fumbles around in the drawer under his bed before pulling something out, and I shiver when something cold hits my ass. His big hands rub it in before his fingers slide into me. Gripping his pillow, I bite my lip at the slight pain, but I remember how good it felt, and I want that.

“I should take it easy on you, since you’re still new to this,” he murmurs as he leans over me, thrusting his fingers into my ass as his mouth meets my ear. “But you started this and wound me up, so I’m not feeling very kind.” He bites my ear, making me cry out before I swallow it down. “This is going to hurt a bit, but I’m not stopping, you hear me?”

Nodding, I meet his gaze once before his fingers pull out, making me whimper, but then I feel his length press against my ass. My body stiffens before I remind myself to relax, remembering last time.

“Good boy,” he praises as he lifts my hips into the air, dragging his dick along my hole until I push back, needing him to do something other than tease me.

As if my words follow his own thoughts, he slowly presses into me. It hurts, but the burn is nothing compared to the one in my heart the last few weeks. I embrace this, pushing back to take more until I feel him buried all the way inside me. I’m so full, it hurts, yet it feels so fucking good, and then he starts to move.

He pulls from my body then pushes back in. I groan into his pillow and press back to take him deeper. He grips my hips, his fingertips digging in until I ache, and then he shows me exactly what he was talking about.

He hammers into my ass, the force pushing me into the bed with a cry. My hands grip the pillow as pain pierces me, but it’s quickly eclipsed by blissful pleasure as he takes me faster and harder.

There are no words—just us and our bodies.

My entire world narrows to him—his smell, touch, and sounds.

He remakes me into his possession, and it’s all I want.

This world thinks I belong to them, but they are wrong. I am his.

He presses my face into the bedding as he powers into me from above, the bunk squeaking with his frantic movements. I groan and cry into the pillow, pushing back to take more.

I don’t even care if Dash and Strike wake up. I wouldn’t let him stop now, not for anything.

I want to come so badly.

I’m close. My cock leaks all over his bed, my balls drawing up, and my spine seems to bow as pleasure spirals through me. When he tilts my hips back and his cock hits a spot inside of me that has my eyes crossing, all thoughts flee in the face of such ecstasy.

It explodes out of me, my muffled yell directed into his pillow as I jerk, my release spilling out of me. His grunt is loud behind me as he buries himself so deep, I feel him in my stomach as he comes, filling me.

“Fox,” I whisper, and he gently pulls his cock from me. It aches, but he must know because he leans down and kisses my ass before gathering me into his arms.

We’re both breathing heavily, and our skin is sticky, but neither of us seem to care as we bask in the afterglow and let our bodies recover until exhaustion consumes me.

He holds me tighter so I can’t escape, laying a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Sleep now, baby.”

TWENTY

Iwake up before Ry and find myself watching him. He’s facing away from me, his hand trapping my arm against his chest, and there isn’t an inch of room between us. Usually, he would sneak out of my bed before dawn, but he’s still here, and it’s in this moment that I realize he meant what he said.

It doesn’t make up for the past, but I wouldn’t change anything if I get this. I don’t know how long I watch him before I hear the others start to wake up. The moment Ry stirs, he stiffens slightly before relaxing, his eyes still closed.

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