Resist (Sphere of Irony 3)

“Yes,” he groans, fisting the sheets and thrusting back in time with my punishing pace. “Jesus, yes. It’s so fucking good. I need to come.”

Sparks sizzle down my spine like a lit fuse. I reach around and grip Mitch’s cock, stroking him in time with each snap of my hips. “So fucking responsive. Come with me,” I groan as the ecstasy builds to the tipping point.

Mitch yells out, spilling over my hand, his ass clenching around my cock. “Fuck, baby! I’m coming!” I shout, thrusting deep one last time with an explosive gasp, lights flashing behind my eyes as I’m momentarily blinded by pleasure. My legs give out and I collapse on top of Mitch, sweat dripping from my temples and running down my cheeks.

Mitch groans from beneath me, his body loose and pliable. I roll off, breathing heavily to catch my breath.

“God, you’re fucking fantastic,” I rasp. Mitch merely grunts in response. I laugh, smacking his ass. “

I’ll get a towel.”

I clean up in the bathroom and bring out a wet cloth. Mitch has turned onto his side, his eyes closed. They fly open when I kneel on the bed and gently wipe away the mess.

Tossing the towel to the floor, I climb under the covers and skim a hand down his flank. “You okay?” This time, I’m not worried that Mitch will freak out, but I need to be sure.

“Yeah. I’m tired. You wore me out,” he mutters.

Chuckling, I curl up behind him and throw a leg over his. Mitch puts his hand on my knee, holding me close. I bury my nose in his messy dark hair and kiss the back of his neck.

“I think you have that backwards, Utah,” I whisper. “You wore me out.”

I drift off to sleep and for the first time in a while, I completely forget about the danger that hangs over us every minute of every day.

Instead, I’m thinking of Mitch, of a future, of things I never dared to dream of. I wonder if any of it is possible for me, or if it’ll all be ripped away before I get a chance to find out.

***

“No! Fuck no! Mitch, you can’t. I won’t allow it!”

“Gavin, stop worrying.”

I glare at him. “Don’t minimize my feelings, Mitch. You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

Once again, I’m freaking the fuck out while Mitch is acting calm, cool, and collected. I fucking hate it. I hate that he can discuss this shit with a straight face. Acting as if he’s not suggesting the most ridiculous bullshit I’ve ever heard.

“Okay, okay. We won’t do anything until the tour is over, Gavin. Maybe we’ll have caught the guy by then.” Ross speaks from across the hotel conference room where he scheduled a staff meeting after the stalker left his most recent gift.

“We’re not doing it, period,” I snarl.

“Gavin—” Mitch starts.

“Ross,” I interrupt Mitch before he can speak. “Can you all give us a minute alone?”

Mitch shakes his head and slumps back in his chair, chewing on his pen. I scowl at him, pissed that he’s unintentionally turning me on. “Sure.” Ross stands up and gathers his things. “Come on, let’s go.” He motions to the new security guards that are in the meeting. “Gavin, we’ll meet later today. I’ll text you the details. You guys obviously need to talk longer than a few minutes.”

Everyone files out of the room, leaving me alone with a tired looking Mitch. That bastard knew what this meeting was about and didn’t warn me.

“You can’t do this, Mitch,” I plead, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. Fear grips me hard, thundering through my blood like an out of control freight train. “I won’t lose you.”

Mitch grabs my hand, tugging me down onto his lap. Strong arms wrap around my waist as I straddle the chair. I breathe deep, trying to quell the panic rising up inside.

“You’re not going to lose me, Gavin. I’m not going anywhere. In fact, you’re not going to be able to get rid of me.” Mitch’s attempt at levity falls flat.

“Please don’t do this.” My voice cracks with emotion.

Mitch reaches up to push my hair back from my face. His hand slides behind my neck, holding me in place, our foreheads pressed together. “If you feel that strongly about it, I won’t do it, okay? It was just an idea.”

Fuck. Now I’m all twisted up inside with feelings, deep feelings. Is it possible Mitch feels the same? Hell, I’ve only known the guy for six weeks. We’ve been together for less than two. I can’t be that far gone already, can I?