He’s an addiction I never want to quit.
I’m hard as hell, he’s rocking a goddamned tent pole in his shorts, and I’m almost certain someone is going to end up with supremely sore junk, or poke an eye out, if we keep sparring with each other with these fuckin’ jousting boners. I’m more than a little relieved to have discovered that all Gordy’s been doing here lately is getting ready to take over the business, because if how turned on we both get when levelling each other to the mat is how Gordy and Micah get when they spar… fuck, the mere thought of it pisses me the hell off. Jealousy courses through me, spurring me into action. I duck out of his grapple, then lunge in until my knuckles connect with his ribs a few times.
He hisses and rears back, but recovers quickly, sweeping me down to the mat with a knock from his leg behind both my knees. I grunt as he presses all the wind out of me, straddling my chest with the side of his forearm pressed against my throat. His other hand curls around my wrists, pinning both my arms to the mat above my head. His inked chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath. “What the fuck wasthatall about? Where did that sudden burst of energy come from?” he growls.
I attempt to puff up my chest, but it’s not much with his weight pinning me down. “You ever get this hard when you’re sparring with Micah?” I rasp, curiosity getting the better of me.
He blinks once, confused, then realization sets in, and he smirks. He grinds his hips, rubbing his still-hard cock between the pecks I’ve formed from working out more, since I’ve sobered up. “You’re worried that I get this hard for Micah when we spar?”
I nod, and he grinds again. “You’re concerned that this dick isn’tjustyours?” he asks, his voice laced with gravel.
“It’s a valid concern,” I croak, swallowing hard under the weight of his arm still pressed on my throat.
“Is it?” He cocks his head to the side. “I thought I’ve been pretty fuckin’ clear who I want choking on it, and that sure as shit isn’tMicah,” he hisses. “I’m pretty sure this is just you being a goddamn brat again…”
Well, I wasn’t, but damn, if the process of getting that dick in my mouth ain’t broke, I’m not about to bother fixing it.
“So, you’ve never thought about what’d feel like to let him suck you off?” I prod, egging him on further by puffing up my chest again. “I’ve made out with him before. I know how good he can be with that mouth…”
His jaw ticks, and his pupils dilate. His arm slides off my throat only so he can pull himself out of his shorts. My mouth waters with the need to have him sink into me, to taste the salt on his sweaty skin, to bury my nose in his musky all-masculine scent.Fuck, I crave it.
“Wee-Waters,” he grumbles, fisting his dick at the root and guiding it up to my lips. My tongue darts out, and I’m rewarded with a little taste of his heady pre-cum. “You’re a fuckin’ pain in my ass, but you aremygoddamn pain in the ass. Yours is the only mouth I have everwanted to shut the hell up by stuffing my cock into it.” He paints another surge of pre-cum on my lips.
His wrapped hand tightens around my wrists when I attempt to pull out of his hold to guide his dick into my mouth to stop him from teasing me. He leans forward, the tip of his aggressively swollen dick prodding into my jaw. “You’re being a fucking brat, because even I know you’re notthatdumb.”
He snickers before he leans back and forces two fingers into my mouth, prying my mouth open and tipping my chin down. I feel the wraps on this hand brush against my lips before the pre-cum slickened, velvety slide of his shaft as he slips on into my saliva-coated mouth. He removes his fingers, allowing my lips to stretch solely around his throbbing cock. His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping me hard as he holds me steady as he rolls his hips fucking into my face.
Out of the corner of my leaking eyes, I see the outline of his corded thighs ripple as he pumps his cock in and out of my mouth at a bruising pace. I swallow hard when he stills slightly, reveling when he reaches the back of my throat, nudging my tonsils. His grasp on my wrists tighten, and I know already I’ll have more marks on me by the time I greedily accept his load.
I love the bruises. I love that I’m covered in them, in all various stages of healing. I love the ownership of me that they represent, and I’ll happily accept more of them that are visible outside of my clothing.
“What I don’teverwant you doing again,” he grunts, thrusting at a more punishing pace, “is bringing up someone else while I’m fucking throbbing foryou. I don’t care if you are a glutton for punishment, you are the one who consumes my fucking thoughts, day in and day out. You are the one I chose to let into my life.You are mine. You got that?”
My neglected cock twitches at those words. I swear to god, I could fuckin’ blow right now, knowing that I’m more than just a fucktoy for him right now. I nod the best I can with my mouth stuffed so full of his dick, drool pouring down my jaw, likely creating puddles on the mat. I’m whimpering and moaning, quite literally begging for his orgasm, my nostrils flared as I struggle to take in breaths as he fucks my throat.
“You want your reward?” he asks, his hand falling out of my hair to grip my throat. “Fuck, I can feel myself in here,” he muses, the pad of his thumb prodding at the head of his dick through the thin skin. I swallow, and he groans. “So fuckin’ tight. You want me to come down it?”
“Mmmph!” My cry is muffled into his groin.
He groans again, his fingers tightening around the column of my neck. His abs go taut, pleasure rippling throughout the rest of his body. He shudders, thighs clenching around my ribcage. “Oh f-fuck, Gannett,” he growls, heaving out a choked breath. “Take it! Fuckin’ take it! Oh god, I’m coming.Christ…”
I struggle to swallow everything that he pours into me in heavy spurts. I splutter, more focused on watching the filthy way he barrels through his orgasm, losing every ounce of control he fights so hard to hold onto. I’m achingly hard, my dick straining up towards my navel, moments away from shattering myself at the sight of him reaching his pleasure.
Suddenly, he pulls out, catching the last of his release onto his fingers, right above the hand wraps. He lifts up, spreading his cum between his inner thighs before shimmying down my body. Then, swipes up the pool of pre-cum that stretches between my pelvis and the tip of my dick, smearing it all over my dick. Slowly, he lowers himself back down so my slickened cock is nestled between the crease of his ass, gliding between his cheeks.
“Fuck me here,” he pants breathlessly, gently bobbing on his knees, another little bit of his control fading away and being replaced with need.
My palms come to rest on his thighs, and I slide them up to his narrowed hips, holding him in place, hovering just above me. “Don’t knock me out for asking, but you’re sure you’re okay with this?”
He licks his lips. “I appreciate your concern, Gannett, but you’re right, I don’t want you to coddle me. Just trust that if I’ve asked, I’m okay with it, alright?”
I nod bucking my hips up, my cock slipping deliciously between his cheeks. “You’re so strong, Gordy,” I praise him.
He stiffens in my grasp, stilling before he slightly shakes his head. “You are,” I reaffirm, rocking into him harder. “You’ve been through so much, and yet here you are, taking what you need from me, right here on the floor of your own gym. If that doesn’t scream boss behavior, I don’t know what does.”
“I-I’m not,” he rasps, swallowing hard.
“You’re not the boss yet, I know that,” I grunt, tryingrealhard not to come as I piston into his hot channel, because he needs to hear these affirmations. “But don’t think I can’t foresee that being the inevitable outcome. Your determination to change is what makes you strong, Gordy. It’s what I love the most about you…”
