Page 44 of Resist

As we walk off the stage, we hand our equipment back to the team to prepare for tonight, and once they are out of sight, I turn to Ry, take two long strides, bend down, and scoop him over my shoulder. His startled yelp splits the air as I turn and wave at Strike and Dash then march toward our bus.

Strike and Dash laugh, waving at us. “Have fun!” Dash calls.

“Hey, guys, have you seen Ryker and Fox?” I hear Po asking, so I speed up.

“Uh . . . nope. I think they went to the merch stand,” Strike answers, covering for us.

We barely make it to the bus before he’s smacking my back. “Fox,” he rasps, sounding embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up,” I growl, slapping his ass as I hurry up the steps. I hit the button to close the door then lock it before I slide him down my body. He swallows hard as he stumbles back a step, his hands coming up as if to warn me off.

He steps back, so I advance on him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have teased you like that—” He gasps as I wrap my hand around his throat and pull him closer.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” I warn, my voice dark. “If you want to be a brat, then I’m going to treat you like one.”

Pushing him to his knees, I keep one hand on his head while I unbuckle my jeans with the other and shove them down.

“Fox, I’m sorry.” His eyes are wide as I arch an eyebrow.

“Then you’re going to show me,” I order. “You need to sing later, baby, but you need to be punished for winding me up, don’t you? I’m going to bruise your pretty throat so when you sing, it will hurt, and you’ll remember what happens when you piss off your boyfriend and make him jealous.”

He breathes heavily, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he glances from my cock to my face.

“Open your mouth,” I order, knowing he’s nervous and unsure. He needs me to take control, which is fine with me. I’ve wanted to put this brat on his knees for years.

His mouth drops open, and I drag my cock along his lips. “Taste me,” I demand.

He licks his lips and groans, then I tap his mouth with my cock. “Open again,” I command, and he does as he’s told. This time, I don’t hold back. I press into his mouth, feeding him my entire length until I’m down his throat.

His eyes widen, and he slaps my thighs as he gags, so I grip his hair and jerk him tighter against me. “Don’t you dare choke. Breathe through your nose. You’re going to suck all of me down. You are going to take all of it.” I keep myself there as he panics, but then he slowly calms down, and I pull out as he inhales. I surge back in, hitting the back of his throat, making him choke again. Tears slide down his face, and I kind of fucking love the sight of them.

I want to take a picture, but I know how risky that would be for us, so instead I just memorize the sight of him on his knees for me as I fuck his mouth hard and fast. I don’t hold back at all, forcing him to take me over and over, even as he gags and struggles. Eventually, he gives up and just lets me fuck his mouth, and it’s the most beautiful surrender.

“Look at you. You look so good on your knees for me. If only your fans could see you now, sucking your boyfriend’s cock. They’d be so fucking jealous that I get to touch you, but you’re all mine, aren’t you?” I thrust deeper, and his eyes tighten, but he doesn’t protest.

His nails dig into my thighs as I use his mouth, my groan filling the air as I watch his drool drip down his throat as I fuckhim, taking my pleasure. Seeing him like this, where I’ve always wanted him, sends me over the edge.

My release slams through me so hard, my back bows from the pressure as my balls draw up, and I explode in his mouth.

He blinks rapidly, tears coating his lashes as he tries to pull away while I fill his mouth.

“Swallow,” I order, grabbing his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows my cum. “Good boy.”

Pulling from his mouth, I tuck myself away as I kneel and massage his throat as he pants.

I kiss his raw lips. “Next time you tease me, it will be your ass.” Standing, I help him to his feet just as we hear something outside the bus.

“Yes, what amazing weather!” Strike yells from somewhere nearby.

“Why are you yelling?” Po questions.

“It would be a shame if we were to head into that bus right there that is ours in search of our bandmates,” Dash adds loudly.

“What is with you two? Did you accidentally drink that CBD drink again?” Po scoffs.

“Oh, our bus, it’s right here. I hope Fox and Ryker are in there resting like you thought.”

“We need to talk about the legal drugs you take,” Po responds from outside the door, so I push Ry into the bench seat and slide in next to him, leaning back as I grab my iPad and open it like I was scribbling lyrics just as the door opens.

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