“Tell me, baby. What kind of reaction did you think you were going to get out of me, huh?” I ask, pulling my thumb from him and caressing my hand over the roundness of his muscular cheek.
He opens his mouth to answer, or possibly to mouth off, I don’t know. Whatever he was about to say quickly morphs into a high-pitched shriek that adds to the reverberation of my palm smacking against his skin.
His whole body stiffens, then shudders, and melts in one fluid movement.
Again.SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK!
With the last crash of my palm against his ass, Beck moans out unintelligible gibberish that includes words that sound like, “Oh my God, I’m going to come.”
I reach around his body to take his cock in my hand, and Beck pushes against me, murmuring, “Yes. God. Yes. Please.”
I pinch the head of his dick hard enough to make him yelp again. Enough pre-cum slicks my hand that I’m almost worried it was too late, but the way he’s cursing me lets me know I was able to stop his orgasm.
I know, I’m awful.
But he asked for this. He wanted this.
Because getting each other off nearly every day isn’t enough. It isn’t enough and it’s too much at the same time.
I curve my body over Beck’s back and speak against the shell of his ear. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I thought we were done with these kinds of games, but I see now that you still want to play.”
Wrapping my now slick hand around my cock, I jerk myself hard and fast. I’m so on edge after this whole ordeal, that it doesn’t take much before I’m shooting all over Beck’s ass. It drips down his crack onto his balls, and I smear the rest of it around with my hand.
Massaging my cum into the hot, red handprints I left on his ass.
“Tell me who you belong to, Becky.”
“Y-you,” he whimpers immediately.
I’m floored. I was expecting him to keep playing the game, to make me force it out of him. But he doesn’t.
“I’myourgood girl,” he whispers.
I’m your good girl.
I shake myself out of my shock long enough to get my bearings. But I manage to get myself together enough to wrap my hand back around his cock, shove two cum-slicked fingers inside him, and growl as I make him come all over the concrete stairs.
“That’s fucking right you are.”
Competition days are my favorite. There’s something more in the air than just the smell of sweaty bodies and antisepticcleaner. It’s more than Coach’s voice echoing off the rafters of the Huntston wrestling facility, calling us to order with a pep talk that wavers between awkward and violent. There’s an electricity that hums beneath my skin and gets passed between teammates.
Today is even better, because it’s our first quad meet. Huntston is hosting three other teams for an all-day competition. As an upperclassman and one of two people in my weight class on my team, I’ll have three matches ahead of me before the day is through. Some of the guys are understandably intimidated or exhausted by the idea, especially the newer guys who haven’t competed in a quad meet before. But to me, it’s invigorating.
Getting ready for this meet has been more fun than usual. The one thing that sucks about wrestling is cutting weight, but when it involves getting sweaty with a certain grouchy submissive asshole, I don’t mind it so much.
I’m feeling energized. I’ve been buzzing all morning. Although it feels like I’m always buzzing lately, whenever he’s in my orbit. Since the other night in the stairwell, things have been intense, to say the least. I’m not sure what this is exactly, and I can tell he’s still trying to play with me as if it puts more space between us, but I don’t mind the games when the prize is so fucking sexy.
Like finding creative ways to make Beck desperate for my cum before he even thinks to beg me for his own orgasm, like he did less than an hour ago when I helped him with his refueling after getting weighed in this morning.
“Jesus, Miller. What the fuck?!” Cade screeches, shielding his eyes. “Put that thing away, you’re scaring my ancestors!”
I shake my head and laugh as I finish pulling on my uniform. “My dick isn’t even out, Cade. And I told you not to worry about it, it doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“Well thank fuck for that, but why you gotta be swinging it around like that, man? Did you forget to feed it or something?”
