"Is this how you want it? Want me to hold you down and ride your ass while you writhe beneath me?"
The period ends with my mind reeling, my gut churning, and my cock stirring but thankfully not too noticeably awake.
The coin toss for the second period lands in Brody’s favor.
“Top,” he says immediately, voice steady and unbothered. He gives me a smirk only I can see as I drop to the mat. I try to ignore it. I try to ignore the way his hands glide confidently, strategically, over my hips as he sets position.
“This feels familiar,” he murmurs near my ear. His breath pools warm against my cheek. “You’re shaking.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “Shut up.”
He chuckles. “Careful, Captain. You don’t want them all to know, do you?”
“Know what?” I grind out.
“That you want me to fuck you just like this.”
My vision goes electric-white for a moment.
The whistle blows, and he moves fast, quicker than I anticipate. His grip is ruthless, bearing down on me in a way that feels like he’s mocking me. I try to drive upward, but he anticipates each shift, tightening his hold until I’m pinned on my back.
Coach counts.
Brody’s face hovers above mine, breath ragged, cheeks flushed. His eyes flick downward—towards where our bodies are pressed indecently close—and a thoughtful expression crosses his face.
“Like this would be okay too,” he says softly. “I’d get to see your face when you take my big?—”
I buck, and he leans forward, trying to secure control, but I catch a gap at his side and twist hard, grabbing his arm and pulling just enough to break his grip. My momentum carries me forward and I spring up, practically tackling him. My chest slams against his, and before he can react, I’m on top, hooking my legs around his to control the movement of his hips, pinning him flat against the mat.
With our chests pressed together, arms tight and legs entwined, I can feel every inch of him. His heart beats frantically against mine. For the first moment he doesn’t move, but as soon asCoach starts the count, he struggles, elbows scraping, but I’ve got leverage and a good hold.
Not daring to chance looking down at him, I huff out a raspy, “You’re the one that’s going to take it.”
He fucking laughs, the fight giving out of him as Coach finishes the count and blows the whistle.
I push off Brody and get ready to go again, keeping my eyes focused on him and how out of control he makes me feel. How angry that makes me. How desperate.
I’m definitely getting hard, but I bend at the waist and ignore it, hoping it’s not too noticeable. The thought has me flashing back to the comments he made about my dick size—which was bullshit, by the way. I might not be as big as him, but I’m still on the larger side of average. I’ve measured from several angles just to be sure.
His massive cock-having self is the one that should be worried about getting hard.
Yes.
Heshould be the one who’s worried.
Suddenly, I know what I need to do. I need to turn the tables on him. I need him to be the one to lose the match and walk away with an erection, especially because I know everyone in the room would be able to see it. He’d be lucky if it stayed in the stupidly tiny shorts.
It’s my choice now, and I know the right move is to choose a neutral or bottom position, but there’s no part of my pride that will allow me to say the wordbottomaround Brody Miller and Idon’t give a fuck what Caty and her judgmental psychoanalyzing bullshit has to say about that.
“Top,” I say firmly. Let’s see how he handles me behind him.
His eyebrows lift, amused. My pulse stutters.
We set up, and when the whistle blows I press my chest harder into Brody’s back, hands gripping his hips to control their movement. I try to quickly get control of his arms, but Brody shifts his elbows inside, posts his hands, and rolls, closing the gap. I drop forward to try and press him onto his back.
We’re chest to chest again, bodies intertwined, legs braced for balance, hands grappling for control of each other’s arms. Every time I press forward, he rolls slightly, elbow inside, trying to free himself, but we’re locked in a stalemate, sweaty and breathing hard as we continue to grapple.
My lips part to let out a short puff of air, and Brody’s eyes lock on my mouth. I lick my lips in response, almost forgetting that I’m supposed to be the one teasing him this time. I roll my hips slightly, and Brody’s answering chuckle is dark and dangerous, sending a rash of chill bumps down my spine.
