Page 6 of His Fearless Guy

He lunges forward, but I dodge his move, switching sides of the mat.

“She’s on the rag.”

I shake my head at his weak-ass excuse. He sees the opening and makes another attempt. This time wrapping himself around my back. He’s got the upper hand, fighting hard to take me down. He’s the only one out of our friends who’s capable of doing it. But I think that’s because he’s known me for a long time and can read me so well. I used to think I knew him too. But lately I’m not so sure I know him at all.

“I think you’re fucking jealous,” he grits out. The strain is in his voice as he fights to battle against me. His comment makes me rage and my strength overpowers him, taking him down to his back.

“Jealous of fucking what?” I fight against his struggling arms. “Jealous of having to listen to her selfish ass drone on every day about unimportant bullshit, never letting you even speak?” I get a lower grip on his forearms and finally have leverage to across them over his chest, but he still puts up a fight. My lower half is straddled over his waist, pinning down his hips. He tries to buck up against me, but I bear down, taking the ride back and forth like I’m riding a bucking bull. He won’t be able to buck me off, but if I don’t bear down, I’m going to get a bruising in my balls. “Jealous of having to pay for every little thing and having to apologize for her bitchy behavior?” I finally get his arms pinned down. “I’m not fucking jealous,” I breathe, hovering right above him, glaring down into his eyes.

He finally goes limp and just stares up at me. The anger is burning bright. But too fucking bad. It’s about time he heard the truth.

“That’s two,” I state, shifting back and sitting up. My dick comes up against a hard ridge. The adrenaline must be taking over. It’s definitely working through my system. I’m stiff as an iron bar. It always happens after a football game or when I’m amped up with aggression. Afterwards, I always come so fucking hard.

I climb off and sit back, waiting to see if he wants to go again. He stays on his back, his chest heaving. “I think you’re jealous that my dick is getting so much action. How long has it been for you?” His head turns to the side, meeting me with a snide smirk. “Six months since you’ve been with a girl?”

I reach out and grab ahold of his hard dick. “I could get laid if I wanted to. But I’m not willing to settle for a bitch like you are.” I squeeze around his girth. “She jerks you around by this thing.” I jerk him up and down over his boxers, emphasizing my point. “And you just fucking take it.” I stroke him faster. “I’d rather fuck my hand then turn into someone’s pet.”

His hand comes out, grabbing between my legs, putting me in the same vice grip. I groan as the ache pulses in my balls.

“Call me that a-fucking-gain and I will shove my cock down your throat and make you swallow your words. Show you what a fucking alpha I am.” His grip tightens even more, but it’s not causing me pain like he intends. I always jerk off with a rough grip. I almost like it to the point of pain.

“I’d like to see you try.” I thrust up into his hold. “I’d be happy to pin you down and fuck you in the ass for real. Show you exactly what it looks like when you’re around Taya. You acting like her dog, taking it up the ass.”

He lets out a groan and I realize my aggressive stroke has taken on a mind of its own, working him faster. He’s about to come. My dick is leaking at the slit too. My balls pounding with the beat of my need.

“I bet you want to fuck me in the ass, don’t you?” He heaves on a breath. “Judging by how hard this cock is, it’s proof you like the idea.”

I reach inside his boxers, pulling his cock through the slit, showing him his own glistening tip. “I could say the same about you. You’re frothing at the slit.” I run my thumb up over it, swiping away his warm seed. “I think you like taking it up the ass, otherwise, you’d break up with her.”

His breathing is getting heavier. He’s about to come. I start working him faster, wanting to prove my point—that his own fist can get him off just as good as any girl can. When his cock erupts in my hand, his cum shooting up onto his abs, mine follows his lead, making a mess inside my boxers. The pleasure swarms my system. Shocks are pulsing through every nerve, singeing me from head to toe. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come. Then again, it’s the angriest I’ve ever been.

The tension finally recedes from my body, as the aftershocks slowly rumble through. I unlatch my grip, slumping onto my back, taking a deep breath.

“Fuck, I’ve never come so hard.” His hard rasp has me chuckling. I shake my head back and forth staring up at the ceiling.

“Me fucking either.” Just goes to show how raving mad I was. “Now, I get why they say makeup sex is the best.” Fuck. I needed that. He’s right. My dick has been in a dry spell for far too long. Maybe it’s time to change that. But the second I think of the options at our school, my dick shrivels.

“Did we make up?” He turns a raised brow on me, and I chuckle again.

“I think we at least both know where we stand.” I sit up and look over at him. His glistening cock is still sporting a semi. “Next time we have a guys’ night, you better not show up with her.”

He smirks, sitting up and tucking himself back into his boxers. “Deal. And the next time you call me a pet, you know what’s going to happen?”

He laughs and I shake my head, tempted to say the word just to see how he reacts. I’d love to see him try to shove that thing in my mouth. I’ll make good on my threat and pin him down. Fuck some sense into him.

“Come on.” I stand, holding out my hand for him. “Let’s go get cleaned up and grab some food. Then I can beat your ass at Call of Duty.”

“Two hundred says I get you in a point-blank on the first round.”

“I’ll take that bet.” I smile, and finally the tension releases.

4

Baylor

“Oh, yum! I want some.” Taya grabs a slice of pizza off my plate and the annoyance simmers under my skin. I want to yank it out of her hands and tell her to go get her own.

Ryes made some valid points last night. I’ve been overlooking a lot of shit. Her selfish behavior. Her greediness. The fact that she whines in a really annoying voice when she doesn’t get her way. How she only ever talks about herself or girl drama. And then there’s this. When it comes to a man’s food, you don’t touch his plate unless you ask real real nice, making promises to his cock he can’t refuse. Yet, she’s sitting there eating my entire slice of pizza like I told her she could have it.

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