Chapter 34
Dante
“Christ’s sake, Dante!” Jugs bellows as another of my blows lands square on his jaw, the words muffled through his mouthguard. Theo stands off to the side, fingernails caught between his teeth as he watches us spar.
He was right—this aggression needed somewhere safe to burn.
“Your right hook’s always been in the bag,” Jugs says, glancing over his guard. “You just had to be pissed off enough to throw it.” He studies me for a beat. “You alright?”
“Nope,” I grunt, driving forward with a tight series of jabs that force him back a few steps. My cross clips his cheek.
“Okay, time!” he calls, and we both drop our hands. “Dude, I’ve never seen you this upset. Not even when Chad was in your life.”
I snort at the old nickname. “Back then I only had myself to worry about. I have a hell of a lot more at stake now.” Theo steps forward with a water bottle, still gnawing at his nails.
I gently ease his hand away from his mouth before I lean in and kiss him, careful to keep my sweat-soaked torso from pressing against him.
“Well, it’s working,” Jugs says, wiping his face with the towel before taking a long pull from his water. “You’ve worn this old man out.”
“Old man? You’re barely over forty.”
“And I’m feeling every single one of those years after that beating.” He nods toward the back. “If you want the room, it’s free.”
Theo and I slip into the quieter space and toss the mats down. We review strikes and kicks while I cool off, and Theo hits the ground running. My head snaps back, narrowly dodging a palm strike aimed at my nose.
“You’re getting good at those,” I say.
“Just needed the proper motivation,” he replies, a hair too cheerful to be casual. “Turns out, kidnapping threats work wonders.”
His knee drives up between my legs, and when I shift to block, he follows with a strike to my throat that steals my air. I cough, staggering, and in that split second he hooks my ankle with his foot while shoving my shoulders, dropping me flat to the mat with a heavy thud.
“Fuck,” I wheeze as he straddles me. “That was a solid combo.”
A triumphant grin spreads wide across his face. “Thanks! My coach said it was good, but I wasn’t sure if he was just saying that because we’re fucking.”
“A pretty thing like you?” I say, pretending to mull it over. “Could be a legitimate concern, although I’m the one on my ass right now.”
“Well,” he purrs, dragging a single finger up the center of my chest, “maybe that was my strategy all along—to get you horizontal with me.”
“Was it now?”
“You complaining?” he demands, planting his palms on the mat and hovering over me, close enough that I feel the heat radiating between us.
“Never,” I answer, rocking my hips up against him.
His gaze flicks toward the door. The muffled thuds and voices from the main gym drift in from the distance, but the angle of the doorway hides us completely.
Only the janitor’s closet is visible from the opening.
Theo shifts his weight to free my arms, then catches my wrist and guides my hand to his ass.
“Theo,” I warn.
He grins against my mouth, silencing me with a soft shush before pressing my palm firmly over his hole. His fingers urge mine to explore. “What do you feel?”
A groan slips out of me as I glance toward the door once more, then return my attention to him. My hand slides up the back of his shorts, fabric brushing my skin until my fingertips find the faceted base of his plug.
“God, you’re going to kill me,” I mutter, pressing gently against it. His cock flexes hard against my stomach as the toy sinks deeper.
“It’s a big one,” he whispers, tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “Big enough that you could just slip straight in if it wasn’t in your way.”
Another nudge against the plug makes him thrust down against me. I groan his name again as my cock thickens, the sudden rush of blood leaving me borderline delirious.
“We can go home right now—”
“No,” he insists, slipping his hand up the leg of my shorts and wrapping his fingers around me with a quiet hum of approval. “We aren’t done with our training yet.”
A loud clang echoes from the main gym, and I freeze, staring toward the door again, but Theo doesn’t falter. He keeps stroking me with that steady, maddening hand, thumb gliding over the head. I finally convince myself no one’s coming and drag my gaze back to him, pulse hammering in my ears.
“What do we still have to cover?” My voice comes out ragged, while he slides his palm up and down my shaft. My eyes roll back as he cups my balls, gives them a gentle tug, then resumes the slow, torturous rhythm.
“Well, there’s this one move I was told is excellent at incapacitating a man.”
“Uh… oh?” It’s the only sound my scrambled brain can manage.
Theo’s grin turns wicked, clearly relishing how thoroughly he’s reduced me to a fumbling mess. He reaches behind himself, face tightening in concentration until a large plug lands on the mats between us, its base a gleaming red gem.
“I lubed everything up nice and slick before I put it in,” he whispers, pushing the leg of my shorts aside until my cock springs free. He shifts his own clothes out of the way, grips me firmly, and lines us up before sinking down in one smooth motion.
“Oh my god,” I breathe as he takes me to the hilt. “You’re going to get me arrested.”
“You were hellbent on doing that yourself earlier,” he points out, lifting off me only to drop back down. Coherent thought shatters as his thighs flex and roll. He rides me, every rise and fall stripping away another layer of restraint.
It’s reckless—stupid, even—but the slick, tight heat of him is enough to snap every mental chain that’s been holding me back. Suddenly I don’t care what might happen if we’re caught, because every functioning brain cell I have left is locked on the rhythm of his body moving over mine.
That’s how it’s always been with him—when he’s here, nothing else exists.
We both occasionally glance toward the door to confirm we’re still alone, but I’m so far gone I’m not sure I’d stop even if someone walked in.
“Fuck, Jugs will be so pissed if he ever finds out.”
Theo grins and leans backward, fucking me in exactly the right rhythm to send me hurtling toward the edge. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he says, a sharp command threading through his voice. “You’re going to fill me up. Load my ass with your cum, and then shove that plug back inside me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, reaching down to push his waistband far enough to free his cock and wrap my fingers around him. “Goddamn, you take me so good,” I murmur, nudging the fabric of his shorts aside so I can watch my cock disappear inside him again and again.
“Focus, baby,” he orders, and I nod even as my eyes stay locked on the sight of his small body swallowing me whole.
“I’ll walk around the rest of the day full of you.
Every step I take, your cum will seep out around my plug.
I’ll feel it running down my thighs. Do you know how horny that’s going to make me? ”
“Theo,” I moan, gripping his hips and thrusting up to meet him. His cock bounces and slaps against my stomach, muffled by the fabric of my shirt, while the tension in my core coils tighter with every second.
He leans forward, planting his palms on my chest. “When you get me home, you’ll pull it out and fuck me again until I’m overflowing with you.”
A too-loud moan rips out of me as I flip us in one swift motion, pinning him flat on his back beneath me. “God, why are you so fucking perfect?” I mutter, our skin slapping even through the thin barrier of clothes. My hips drive into him so hard he skids across the mats.
“Give it to me,” he begs breathlessly. “I want it.”
Theo presses his palms against the cinderblock wall behind him, using it to push back as I come with a low moan.
I lift onto my knees and tilt his hips up, thrusting deep. My body pitches forward, eyes rolling back as the intensity whites out my vision and curls my toes. I keep moving until it’s too much, until overstimulation makes me spasm and twitch.
My hands scrabble blindly across the mats until they close around the plug. Theo’s hips stay lifted as I pull out of him, droplets of my cum raining across his hips and thighs even as my shorts fall back down to cover me.
“Look at you,” I mutter, thumbs spreading him open. Milky release fills his hole, and as I ease the plug back in, a few more creamy beads seep out around the base to glisten on his skin.
“Do something… anything,” he begs, needy cock flexing as a fresh rush of precum drips from his slit. “Please? Please, I need it.”
I lower his hips to the mat and drop my head, drawing him into my mouth.
He moans my name, hips jerking as I hollow my cheeks and drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
My fingers slide over the slick jeweled base, pushing it deeper with every subtle nudge.
He thrusts up into my throat and cries out, release shooting hot across my tongue as his cock pulses against my lips.
He chants my name in broken gasps while I suck him through it, swallowing every drop until he finally slumps boneless against the mats. I pull off with a soft pop, rearrange his clothes with careful hands, then crawl up his body to claim his mouth in a scorching kiss.
“You are so much trouble,” I murmur, scraping my teeth across his bottom lip.
“See?” he pants, voice wrecked. “I told you I could take down a man.”
I snort a laugh. “You’re telling me that was your intention all along?”
“Planned ahead. Don’t be jealous that it worked.”
I prop myself on one elbow and glare down at him. “If that’s your go-to defensive technique, we’re going to have a serious problem.” He grins, wide and unrepentant, and we both dissolve into quiet laughter.
We’re still sprawled on the mats when Jugs steps into the room and lifts a brow. “Here I thought you two were practicing, and instead I find you cuddling.”
“Don’t worry,” Theo says, a little breathless. “We’ve been working very hard in here.” He flexes his grip on my thigh with deliberate emphasis, and it takes everything in me to keep my face neutral.
“You guys need an extra hand?” Jugs asks, somehow oblivious despite the room reeking of filthy sex.
Theo shoots me a devilish grin. “What do you think, Dante? Do we need a third?”
“Oh, we’re just fine in here,” I reply smoothly. “Theo took me down once, but he’s about to get his ass handed to him again.” I meet his eyes with clear intent, letting him know we are far from finished.
True to my word, we dive back into practice. Theo works on escaping my holds while I deliberately bump against the plug whenever the opportunity arises. It's a constant, teasing reminder of what waits the moment we get home.