Chapter Fifteen #5
Trevel isn’t even trying to block me anymore. He’s just gripping my hips, fingers digging into me while I hit him and grab him by the throat. I might have blacked out… Except that I haven’t, because I can feel everything .
The fury is burning into an aggressively erotic desire. I haven’t felt this in so long. It’s consuming me. I’m alive with sensation.
And then I feel something…
Something hard between our grinding bodies.
“Mmf… Byron , baby, tell me you feel it,” he groans, eyes rolling back.
Wait…
My movements slow. Did he just… call me baby?
The way he’s greedily squeezing the flesh of what’s basically my ass… It’s the way someone holds you while you’re fucking them into the mattress.
The fog is lifting, and it gives him an opportunity to flip me over. In a blink, he’s on top of me, using the odd sexual carnality flowing between us to his advantage. I hit him with more blows, wherever I can, mostly at his body while attempting to wriggle out from under him.
He’s not bulky, but he has muscle and more strength than I’d assumed. Now that our bodies are sort of writhing together, I can feel his definition, rather than just seeing it, the strain in his plump slopes and firm ridges.
He’s also noticeably… Flexible .
“ Fuckin’ hell ,” he purrs, pinning my arms down. “You are so pretty when you’re mad.”
H-huh…?
This bubble we’re in is hazy and stifling, the fury turning sweeter with every breath and tangled motion. The fighting, our movements… They’ve blurred from violent to strangely sensual.
Goddamn… I can’t tell if I’m pissed off or… about to shove my dick in him.
Probably both.
“Shut up,” I seethe, then choke when he presses his hips into mine. “Wait… Don’t…”
“Don’t what? ” His black hair is hanging in his eyes, pale skin all blushed pink.
I have to chomp down on my lip to stop from moaning, and it’s so confusing.
God, why does this feel so fucking good??
It’s then that I realize there are two things between us. Both hard as fucking rocks. Honestly, mine might be harder…
“Fuck you.” I squirm beneath him, using all my strength to buck him off. But instead, it just feels like we’re… humping. “I don’t… want this…”
“Mmm… But you need it,” Trevel drawls, dragging his stiff cock along mine.
My confusing erection pulses, and I whimper.
No no no…
Terror grips my chest, reality creeping back and reminding me that we’re not alone. We’re surrounded by people who can’t know how much I like this…
Erupting with all my might, I finally overpower him, flipping him onto his back once more.
I lean over him and whisper frantically, “Tap out.” I’m mortified, flaming shame rushing up my neck. I can’t do this in front of all these people… “Tap the fuck out, now , Trevel, please…”
Without any hesitation, he taps on the floor. I don’t wait for anyone to say a word. Jumping up, I stagger to my feet and storm away before anyone can look at me. I’m practically running.
Fortunately, the crowd is cheering, as if I just won the fight. But that’s not how it feels. I don’t feel like I won… I feel like I lost, big time.
Storming around the corner, I head straight for the locker room. I know Brenner and Linetti will come after me, but I just need a second to clear my head, away from everyone else. I need a second alone to think.
And to get my dick under control before someone realizes I’m tenting my jumpsuit pants.
Jesus, I’m mortified…
“What the hell was that??” I whisper-scold my dick. “Have you lost your mind?!”
Pacing, I palm my scalp, obsessing over what just happened. We were supposed to be fighting , not… whatever the hell that was.
I knew I didn’t want to fight him. He just wouldn’t leave it alone!
Now I just made myself look gay and crazy in front of a room full of assholes.
“Oy! Byron…” His voice startles me, and I jump, spinning around, glare intact. I really didn’t expect him to follow me in here, though I guess it makes sense. He’s been following me around all night. “Are you alright?”
“No,” I hiss, then blink hard. “I mean, yes . I’m fine… Why wouldn’t I be??”
He stares at me, head slanted to the side. “You sure?”
His dark hair is all tousled about, cheeks still pink. And he’s bleeding…
“Stop asking me stupid fucking questions,” I teem, chest heaving in frustration.
He blinks, lapping at some blood trickling from his lip. The sight throbs my nuts. “Don’t be cross. You won.”
“I’m not cross ,” I growl, and he smirks. “You just… threw me off, is all.”
“Did I?” He steps forward while I glower at him, backing up. “Why?” He continues to crowd me. “Because you liked it?”
“I don’t know what you’re… talking about,” I croak, startling myself when my back hits the concrete wall behind me.
Shit…
He has me trapped, again , easing his body into mine. Gazing down at me, violet eyes shining. “I think you do.”
“You must have a few screws loose,” I grunt, baffled and frustrated because the warmth is still fucking here.
It wasn’t the fighting… Why wasn’t it the fighting??
Fuck me, I think it was… him.
His scent actually has my mouth watering. He smells… dangerous. And sexy. God, so deliciously sexy…
“Maybe.” Hovering over me, Trevel taps his fingertip to his bloody bottom lip. “You want a taste?”
I’m fucking trembling . “Huh…?”
“It’s yours,” he croons. “You earned it, warrior.”
My head is fucking spinning off my body as my eyes covet that pouty fucking lip, all red and puffy and so close I can practically taste the copper already.
I gulp. “But I’m not… I mean, I don’t…”
“You don’t have to lie to me, gorgeous,” he whispers. “I can keep a secret.”
My lashes flutter. What is this…?
How is he doing this?
Do I need to get laid that bad??
Or is this… something else?
His hands ghost up my waist, gliding gently until those shapely fingers are wrapped around my ribcage. And I hum, because it feels good . Eyes tumbling over him, I watch his chest rise and fall, pale skin flushed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
He wants it, that much is fucking clear. Flirting my ass…
I think he’d let me in him in a heartbeat.
And now I’m considering it… The things I could do with this stranger that would get me all the way off.
Push him onto his knees and pump my cock down that pretty throat…
Bend him over and fuck him rough. Bust my nut in there, nice and deep …
It’s just sex, right? Like feeding your body when it’s hungry…
No strings. No attachments.
Nourishment… Much-needed.
Reaching up, my hand is shaking a little as I curl my fingers around his neck and bring him to me. “You wanna make me feel good…?” I rasp into his waiting mouth.
He nods fast. “ Anything you want to feel, hot boy. I’ll make it happen.”
My mind is racing, immediately overflowing with wild images and torrid fantasies.
But before I can even think of acting on any of them, footsteps clomp from around the corner, that motherfucker’s voice slicing into the steamy hot tension, “62, your ass is fucking grass if you don’t get out here right the hell now!”
Goddamn Linetti. Fucking cockblock.
Shoving Trevel off me, I clear my throat and blink hard, reacquainting myself with reality. He hums out of frustration, and I peek at him.
“That’s a good look on you,” I mumble, eyes lingering on his bloody lip.
“That’s even better,” he purrs, nodding below my waist.
Peering down, I frown at my visible erection, adjusting to hide it in my waistband.
Trevel laughs, and I scowl away my own amusement.
“Shut up,” I mutter.
“Sure thing… Raph .”