His eyes flick up and down my body almost mockingly, and I push him backward, making him laugh. It’s dark and low, and when his fist moves to hit me, I grab it and wrench it behind his back.
He lets out a small giggle, his head turned to face me, his lips just inches from mine. It’s almost like he wants to kiss me. He won’t, right? He would never…
Suddenly, I’m on the ground, rocks and twigs digging into my side, a wheeze escaping my lungs. Shit, I wasn’t expecting that. How did he get me like this? How the fuck did I not see it coming?
“I might be a soccer player,” he whispers into my ear, his chest pressing against my back, his forearm around my throat. “Might be the best at what I do on the field, but I’m also good at this.”
“Fuck off.”
“You wanna know how, hm?”
“Fuck. Off.”
“I do jiu-jitsu in my free time. For self-defense. This position is calledback. And you took itso good.”
He nips at my ear, and I thrust my body, trying to buck him off, but his legs are wound tightly around me, and I can’t dislodge him.
He’s right. I may be bigger, but he can take me.
Damn him and his martial arts skills.
I shift again and feel his feet right at my groin, the heel of his shoes against my cock. When he rubs against it, I feel it perk up.
I blame it on the fact that it’s been a while. I’m not a slut like him. I don’t just sleep with every woman I see. And yeah, I may have been dating Xochitl, but we didn’t fuck. We only kissed and never went past first base. Maybe that’s why she left me. Maybe she wanted more…
His arm tightens around my neck, and my back arches.
“Are you going to be a good boy if I let you up?” His lips brush my earlobe as he asks, and it makes my skin erupt in goosebumps.
“Fuck you,” I manage to say, and he huffs a laugh.
“I mean, let’s be real. If I were into men, I’d be the one fucking that ass.”
My skin flames, and I try to arch out of his hold, but he only grips me tighter, making it hard to breathe, harder to stay calm.
And what’s worse is my dick is hardening, and I’m going into a mild panic that he’ll notice. That he’ll think he’s proven himself right.
I’m not attracted to men. Or to him. I’m not. It’s just…fuck. Fuck. This.
His foot presses against my groin once more, and in turn, I let out a humiliating groan.
He freezes, and then his foot presses against it again.
“What’s that?” he says curiously. “You hard, Witkoff?”
“Let me go,” I wheeze, my fingers attempting to get his arm from around my neck, but to no avail. He’s got me and he’s got me good.
“You said you weren’t into guys. So maybe you’re just into being restrained.”
He touches my dick again, this time with his calf, and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. It doesn’t feel good. It doesn’t.
“You like this. Ha. I fucking knew it. The way you watch me. I see you, Witkoff, and I know you’re a fucking liar.”
I grunt and buck, but he only clings tighter.
“I’m not a liar.”
His tongue drags across my neck, and I shiver, his words hitting me like a whip. “I know how you perceive yourself. I’ve been around men like you my entire life. Big man on campus, thinking you’re better than everyone else because you’re so fucking pure and righteous, but you’re just a horny slut who needs to get off.”
