Beck struggles to hold the railing as he rocks his hips, whimpering when his silent demands for more only result in me releasing him. I lean back, just enough to look at his glistening wet hole. One hand palms the curve of his ass, the other cups my aching dick.
I rest my thumb lightly against the center of him, not breaching, not giving him what he’s begging for, just circling lazily, admiring the way he trembles at the slightest touch. Leaning forward, I blow a soft stream of air along his crack and press a kiss to his hole.
“How did we end up here?” I murmur against his skin, breath warm.
He answers with a desperate sound that isn’t a word, pushing back towards my hand like he can’t stop himself.
“That’s right. You were being a brat. Isn’t that right?”
Beck groans. “It’s not like you weren’t doing the same thing, and you know it!”
“You started it. I was just proving a point.”
“Okay, well you did it. Point made. Now just…Nyghh—Please, Brody,” he growls, pushing back against me.
I let the tip of my thumb barely penetrate the tight rim of his hole, but don’t allow him to push back any farther. The frustrated little cry he lets out is delicious.
“You really think you deserve to come after that stunt?” I ask, using my other hand to reach into my pants and stroke myself. “Because I think what you deserve is to go back to your room soaked in my cum and go to bed dirty. Maybe then it’ll sink in who you belong to.”
Beck gasps, and his ass tightens around the tip of my thumb. Goddamn his desperation is fucking me up. It’s so hard not to give in and give him what he wants, what we both want because the only thing better than making him beg for me is making him come for me. Hearing my name on his lips as he shatters to pieces.
But he did that shit on purpose. He was asking for me to punish him when his little girlfriend, with her perfectly polished nails and big-eyed innocent smile, sat next to him at dinner, and he pulled her right into his lap. Her pert little ass perched right on his big, strong thighs.
The very same thighs that I’d shoved myself between on the floor of a library study room so I could dry hump him to completion.Mythighs.Mylap.
That wasmyman she was sitting on, even if he won’t say it. Even if deep down I know she’s just his beard, a really fucking pretty beard at that, and they’re both pretending. They’re still pretending that he’s not mine, and I don’t like that.
He’s mine.
Mine. Mine.
Fuckingmine.
I felt myself getting hot even though I knew he was doing it on purpose. It was obvious by the way he cut his eyes to me while he was whispering in her ear, checking my reactions every time she giggled. Or smirked like he’d won something when my eyes tracked his hand on the outside of her thigh as he played like he was teasing her.
Fuck that. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he’d gotten to me. I might let Lincoln Beckett pin me on the wrestling mats here and there, but I’ll be damned if I let him win this game between us.
So I looked away. Tried to paint a cool, calm, aloof version of myself that Beck could be proud of. And as I did, I accidentally locked eyes with the baseball player I’d talked to the night of the Halloween party. Tripp Landon, who I now know is the shortstop for the Howlers baseball team.
Tripp is cute, and an unapologetic flirt. So when he sauntered by to chat with me, I stood up and gave him the attention Beck was so obviously fighting for. If I’m being really honest, I don’t even remember what he was talking about. He was telling me something about talking up their team’s batboy in a bathroom the night before, and getting shut down by their catcher, who he thinks is far too involved in the other guy’s business. I think I might have joked about the catcher and batboy possibly having something going on, which made him bark out a laugh that had Beck suddenly on his feet.
I could feel his stare drilling into the side of my face. Hell, I could almost hear the damage he was doing to his molars from clenching his jaw so tightly.
Very quietly, I told Tripp that I would see him around. Quietly enough that he had to lean in a little too close to hear me. And there was that flirtatious little grin he had no idea was putting him in danger of spontaneously combusting from the lasers in Beck’s eyes.
Then all of a sudden, Beck’s little girlfriend walked between us and pushed Tripp playfully as she admonished him. “What’s this I hear about you harassing sweet, innocent Ellis Hope?” But as she passed me, she gave me her own saucy smirk and whispered, “Well played.”
I chuckled, then cut my eyes at Beck.
We both stood there for a moment that felt long and weighted by the tense energy between us, while the rest of the dining hall seemed to go about their business around us.
Then Beck swallowed, and I tracked the motion of his Adam’s apple and realized I needed to get away from the general population before I ended up knocking everyone out of my way with the huge boner growing behind my shorts. I suppose Beck realized the same, because he started moving at the same time.
One second we were staring at each other from opposite sides of a table, the next I had him tackled in a stairwell. And now I’m hovering over him, looking into his soul through his asshole, trying to decide which one of us needs to be taught a lesson the most.
He’s bent in front of me, breaths echoing off the cold concrete, whimpering that he’s sorry. His body is trembling, and there’s a puddle forming on the step his cock is bobbing over, dripping because his reaction to me in a state like this is always so helpless.
Oh, fucking hell. He really did do this on purpose.
