The thought of having him under me, begging me for pleasure, stoked my lust into a roaring blaze. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, swaying me into questioning the merits of our latest battle taking place with our bodies rather than in a stadium. Even the rational part of my brain was on board with the idea, making the argument that a hole was a hole, and defeating him in bed would provide a new level of satisfaction.
Revealing none of my interest or intentions, I needed to make sure we were on the same page. “Are you offering yourself to me?” When he didn’t answer, I groped his ass and pulled his body flush against mine. It didn't appall me as I would have expected considering I had only been interested in women in the past. Instead, I flew high on the power trip of knowing I had him at my mercy if he wanted sexual gratification from me.
“I want you to fuck me like you hate me.” He pressed himself against me, allowing him to tug on my earlobe with his teeth.
The action went straight to my cock, which demanded I take the chance to dominate my otherwise unbeatable opponent, sexuality be damned. “Iabsolutelyhate you.”
“Then fuck me like you mean it.” Kingston gave me a cocky smirk before he pulled me down for a harsh kiss.
My competitive nature took over as my tongue battled his as I claimed his mouth for mine. I pushed him harder against the wall, losing myself in the pleasure of having him under me and subject to my whims. Having a new way to shut him up was incredible, which made it an even more gratifying experience. Although I had never been attracted to a man in my life, my cock came to life at the thought of having Kingston under me, begging for more.
He pushed me back to give us both a moment to catch our breath. I waited for him to protest that we shouldn’t have done that or rebuke me. However, he caught me by surprise when he tugged his polo shirt off and threw it on the ground. While I had always associated him with being scrawny and scrappy, his toned physique unexpectedly got me hot under the collar. Without a second thought, I took off my shirt and cast it aside.
His eyes lit up with desire as he drank in the sight of me, making my ego purr. I inhaled sharply when he reached out and ran his hands up my muscular abs and up to my defined chest to rest on my broad shoulders. The skin-to-skin contact when he pressed against me in a hug electrified my entire body.
Our next kiss was even more intense now that I was able to caress him. For somebody so toned, he was soft and yielding under my touch. It drove me to rake my nails down his back to leave angry red lines of possession onmyrival. I was the only one worthy of someone who could play at such a high caliber. That meant he wasmine.
“I’ll fuck you until you can’t move,” I growled in a voice I barely recognized. “And then I’m going to turn you over and keep pounding into you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Yes,” he moaned, writhing against me with a needy noise. “Hate me with everything you have.”
After another ardent kiss, we paused long enough to remove our shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. I smugly noted that my cock was at least two inches longer than his. It was petty to revel in that kind of victory, but I’d take a win any way I could when it came to him. I burned with an almost unbearable need for more. “I’ll show you who the better man is.”
“I always enjoy watching you try.”
“Try?” I quirked an eyebrow at him before using my background in martial arts to throw Kingston to the floor on his back. Before he could move, I used my height to my advantage as I immobilized him under me. I pinned his wrists above his head while my body kept him trapped. The power rush over having beat him at something made me heady. “Don’t be so insulting.”
The slightest hint of a smirk was all the warning I got before he stunned me by reversing our positions before I could process what had happened. I blinked up at him in disbelief as he held me down with a shocking amount of strength. He countered in a teasing tone, “Don’t be so overconfident.”
He cut off my protest with a punishing kiss, denying my attempts to take control or overthrow him. It only made me burn hotter for victory. I flipped our positions once more, holding him in place despite his desperate squirming to free himself. I sounded more breathless than I liked when I replied, “Same goes for you.”
It had taken considerable effort to pin Kingston down again, which piqued my curiosity about what other secret talents he had. The train of thought took a perverse turn as I imagined the sexiest method for shutting him up for good. I wanted Kingston to gag on my male pride while I had complete control over him, silencing him through pleasure. Imagining looking down at him while he sucked my cock seduced my ego, encouraging me to want something I never should have desired.
The bastard freed his hands when I grew distracted by the thought of him blowing me. He groped my ass to pull our bodies closer together. “Does it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not convinced.” He punctuated his sentence by nipping at my neck.
It drove me wild. Deciding that my tongue worked just as well at shutting him up, I surged forward to claim his lips once more. He nipped at me, which only turned me on more. We continued trying to outdo each other, with him wrapping his arms around me and burying his fingers in my hair.
The intensity of it made me forget myself as everything narrowed down to the points of connections between my body and his. Kingston brought me back to awareness when he murmured, “I’m starting to think that you don’t loathe me as much as you insist you do.”
It took a moment for his comment to filter through my lusty haze, but my anger flared. “I fuckinghateyou.”
“With a passion.”
My rebuke disappeared when he reached between us and worked my cock with his hand. It was more pleasurable than I expected, so I knocked him away to stay focused on the argument. The resulting amused laugh infuriated me.
I narrowed my eyes at him in displeasure. “What are you implying?”
“That your hatred of me stems from somewhere deeper inside you.” He once again sought my cock to tease it.
I forced him to stop because it made it too difficult to think. “Why the hell are you trying to psychoanalyze me?”
“Because you’re boring me.” His wicked grin stoked my rage. “You always were all talk and no action, Knight.”
The comment sent me over the edge. “I’ll show you who’s all talk and no action.”
