Page 28 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

“Stop that,” I commanded and received a pained whimper in return, followed by total obedience.

I was up on my feet effortlessly. I watched Riley’s breathing steady a little while I grabbed the condom and slipped it on. The slippery lube on it stayed on my fingers and I dragged them over his hole as I stepped behind him.

Riley didn’t need me to direct him. We had always functioned like clockwork. It was always a dance we had flawlessly perfected, the two of us. Riley spread his legs and folded his arms between the wall and his head, surrendering himself to my mercy. And I positioned myself behind him, pressing the small of his back to ease it in for him. When he thrust his butt back, I settled my hard cock between his cheeks and held back shivers of my own while sliding through. I was feeling every little bit of him as I did this. The familiarity of Riley’s body, no matter how much he changed and had grown in the time apart, resurfaced to the forefront of my mind and I stepped into the tide of his appeal.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock and pressed the tip against his hole. He tightened by reflex and I leaned in to kiss his neck. It wasn’t just a gentle peck of lips on skin, but a sensual kiss that slowly morphed into a bite. It raised his hackles for sure, but he relaxed his entrance and I pushed myself a little deeper.

The choked cry stopped me and I let him take over for a moment. Wiggling his hips, Riley pulled away from me, then returned to impale himself on my hard length. His arms unfolded and he set his hands on my hips, controlling my movements. When I grabbed him by his hips and yanked him back a little, he stopped me, but didn’t pull fully away from me. Instead, he waited and adjusted, getting used to the sensation.

It was in that moment that I realized it had been a while for both of us, and not just me. Slowing down even more, I settled myself inside him and felt as tension left his muscles. Whatever pain there had been, it was fading now. He embraced me and pushed his ass back on me, letting me enter him an inch deeper.

“Now, you’re mine,” I growled and wrapped his arms behind his back, crossing his wrists and holding them in my left hand. Trapped, helpless, Riley found himself in his favorite position.

I wondered, for the briefest of moments, if anyone knew how desperate he was to be controlled like this. Had other guys done this to him, too? Blind jealousy flooded my system and I pushed those thoughts away.

He wasn’t truly mine.

I had nothing to be jealous of.

But heart and reason disagreed on it. And my heart was as possessive as ever.

My free hand traveled to his abdomen and I pressed him, pulling him on myself until his cheeks slapped hard against my crotch and he cried out with unfiltered ecstasy. He was still leaning against the wall, his upper chest plastered against the smooth tile, while I filled him and stretched him mercilessly. He was grinding the wall just as I was grinding him. My boy-toy; my wannabe captain and chief; my biggest adversary and my first true crush.

I felt his hole stretching around me and his soul tearing with the years of simmering resentment and the fulfillment of all our wishes in the moment. The two pieces of a grotesque puzzle that still fit in perfectly. Rage and lust; rivalry and companionship.

The deeper I explored him and the harder I rammed him, the closer to him I felt. It was like taking out the anger we had been carrying for weeks and putting it somewhere where it actually made me feel better. It wasn’t simply sex. It never could be just that. This was sex with Riley. It was its own category.

I released his arms and Riley slammed his hands against the wall, scraping and clawing as he fought down his moans and cries. He chewed his lip to keep himself quiet, whimpering through his nose all the while.

My hands found his hips and I jerked him up, lifting him off his feet, and burying myself all the way until my balls ached with pressure. The weight of his body ensured he was impaled on me completely, so when I bounced him and pulled back, his body returned to mine.

I fucked Riley until the cold water couldn’t catch up with washing away the sweat off my back. My arms were searing and my legs shaking, but I rammed him all the same. Sending bursts upon bursts of air out of his lungs.

He panted for more and hummed every time my cock rubbed against his prostate, his hole relaxing, then winking tightly around my base.

When Riley was on his feet again, he whimpered hard and murmured a plea. “…me come…let me…come…I need to…”

I found the rhythm that was driving us both crazy, sticking to it as I edged him closer and closer. He knew better than to touch himself without my spoken approval. But he didn’t know he wasn’t getting it. I had learned a trick or two in our time apart and I held him still, his torso bent forward a little, back arched.

I brought the intensity down a little, but the pace quickened. Hitting that spot that rendered him an unintelligible mess was the highlight of my day.

I swiped my left hand over his crotch, untangling the underwear and freeing his cock. It sprang out and I lifted Riley’s torso upright, slamming my chest and abs together with his back and fucking him just the same. His moans were uncontrolled and rising, now, but I didn’t stop him. I penetrated him, rubbing his sweet spot until one of his arms rose to clutch the back of my head and the other gripped my hip. He clawed at me, stiffening all over, and choking on a long moan that stopped abruptly.

Everything about him was tense, his hole clenching tight around my cock and pulsing rapidly, his breaths short and shallow, his fingers twitching and digging into my hip. He came in blows that spread his white heat all over the tiled wall of the stall, then whimpered: “Keep going.”

I did, teetering on the very edge, as he forced his hole to loosen and embrace me. His orgasm was still thundering through him a few moments later, then he urged me to speed up.

I did and Riley grabbed his cock, spilling a litany of filth over his lips, crying that he was coming again.

Those few short words at the end, combined with the sensation of his body tipping over into another orgasm mere seconds after the first, removed every stop I’d had in me. My balls tightened and I slammed into him, kicking the last few squirts of cum out of him and dragging a few more fragile sighs out of his throat. My cock pulsed inside of him, filling the condom to dripping after such a long and unplanned abstinence.

When I was done, air finally flowed through my mouth and nose again, flooding my burning lungs and lifting my chest. I held Riley in a crushing bear hug, twitching and jerking all over, shaking and thrusting my hips forward only to receive a pained cry in return.

I settled myself inside of him, still, leaning in to kiss his nape and raise goosebumps on his skin wherever my breath touched it.

“Fuck…” Riley gasped. “Fuck…”

I couldn’t even say that much. As the shivering passed, I felt myself sliding out of Riley. He inhaled deeply as I did. I took the condom off my softening cock and tossed it on the shelf to dispose of later. Riley turned around and faced me, his face pink and eyes mischievous.