He reached down and rubbed his fingers over his entrance. “Do it. Fuck me with your massive cock until I scream.”
With my ire in full control, I wasn’t thinking about condoms. Instead, I accepted his challenge by penetrating him without thinking. To my surprise, he was slick and ready for me. “Wait, why are you…?”
Kingston laughed as he arched up under the intrusion. “You’re bright. I’m sure you can figure it out without me spelling everything out for you.”
My confusion morphed into outrage. “Bastard! Youplannedthis?”
“And Knight finally scores a point.” He wrapped his legs around my waist to prevent me from pulling out and leaving.
Things were becoming too muddled and complicated for me. I was torn between storming out and staying to punish Kingston for his presumptuous actions. “What?” I seethed that the shock had rendered me so inarticulate.
“What I’m saying is that after our match and before the press conference, I locked myself in the bathroom and fucked myself to celebrate my victory.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “That’swhy you were late?” His cheeks hadn’t been flushed because he was rushing to make it to the event, but because he had been masturbating? His audacity was outrageous.
He clenched his muscles around my tip that was still inside him, making me push deeper on instinct. “It felt almost as good as defeating you.”
His actions should have disgusted me. But I couldn’t stop visualizing Kingston in the stall as he thrust down on his slicked fingers while jerking off with his other hand and moaning my name. It was more arousing than I was comfortable admitting. Knowing I had that kind of control over him when I wasn’t physically there was incredible. “You’re saying that you got off while thinking about me?”
He reached up to wrap his arms around my neck, embedding his fingers in my brunet hair. It allowed him to embrace me completely. Why didn't that upset me? “Now you’re getting the right idea.”
“You’re so fucking twisted,” I said in a tone that hovered somewhere between disgust and admiration. It didn't stop me from pushing deeper into his tight heat.
“Like you’re not?” He dropped his arms onto the floor above his head with a challenging smirk.
Since I couldn’t refute his claim, I did the next best thing. “Shut up!”
“Make me.” His laugh turned to a gasping moan when I thrust into him.
I hated how clearly he had played me, but it feltsogood to take my anger out on the source. It drove me to fuck him hard and fast, which earned me enthusiastic responses from Kingston. Unlike on the tennis court, we were in perfect sync with each other as we moved. The pleasure washing over me was like nothing I had ever experienced. Never in my life had I gotten so aroused by having someone under me and begging for more. I lost focus of my original goal to punish him as I shifted his legs higher to allow me to bury myself deep inside his welcoming body. “This is what it feels like to lose to me.”
“It’s not as good as winning over you.”
His childish taunts made me redouble my efforts. “You’re just saying that to be a dick.”
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. You’ll never know because you can’t defeat me.”
My fire sparked into a blazing rage. “Fuck you!”
“Harder, please,” he called out in a singsong voice that earned a bark of laughter from me.
While I wanted to deny him to prove a point, my lust demanded I give him what we both were after. I gripped his hips with near bruising force as I set an unrelenting pace. Unlike him, his body submitted to me as he moaned and writhed under me, arching up with mewls that drove me wild. “I’m the only one who can defeat you!”
“You’re the only one who stands a chance of succeeding,” he corrected me with breathy smugness.
“And don’t you forget it.” His admission that I was his sole competitor worthy of standing on the same level as him gave me toe-curling pleasure. Digging my nails into his skin, I came harder than I ever had in my life.
It left me dazed as I gasped from my powerful release. Having Kingston submit to me was almost more pleasurable than what our bodies had done. I needed a moment to compose myself before I withdrew. The sight of my cum leaking out of his pink hole was an unexpected turn-on. Something primal inside me purred at seeing my only rival marked in such a state. It was like I had physically laid claim to him as mine.
Why was that so appealing?
Chapter Two
King
After regularly enjoying fantasizingabout sex with Knightley for the past two years, it thrilled me that reality was even better than my vivid imagination had promised. Getting him to succumb to his fiery passion that drew me to him despite his best attempts to push me away had been incredible. To feel his cum leaking out of me after a satisfying fuck was my new favorite thing in the world. But I wasn’t done yet.
My body protested at the sudden stop, but I endured it for what would come next—provided Knightley cooperated. Taking advantage of his afterglow, I knocked him onto his back and got on top of him once more to kiss him senseless. I knew I had my victory when his hands sought me out to cup my ass instead of overthrowing me.
