Page 11 of Jail Break

His cock shone in the shitty light of the TV, and my heart thumped just thinking about how he would slide into me.

I licked my lips again, my ass fucking quaking. I’d always focused on being spotted by a scout, making the big leagues. But I didn’t care about any of it when he wrapped his fingers around my cock and gave me a firm stroke, moans falling from both of us.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for my cock, Connor. It doesn’t seem like you want me,” Aiden shrugged, rubbing my oiled cock back and forth, right down to my balls and up to the tip.

I groaned, shuddering as he stroked my slit with his thumb.

I quickly grabbed his cock, giving him a rub in return. “I think you're the one who's desperate to fuck me,” I replied.

Aiden gritted his jaw, giving me a hard smile. “So all those slutty noises you were making were just for show?”

I hesitated, knowing he'd got me. It wasn't as if I was faking it, either. All the stuff I'd said to him was true—it was just I actually realized what it meant now that his fingers were out of my ass and I could see how thick his cock really was.

And my mouth was watering again. Because if his fingers felt good way up inside me, then his cock was going to destroy me.

I could barely keep my head on straight, listening as my cock squelched.

“Then you're saying you don't want my dick?” he asked.

I was butt-naked, I'd come so much that my cock tingling, licked my cum off of his face,andI’d ridden his hand. If I backed down now, I'd feel as if I'd lost.

It wasn't even about him fucking me. It was proving I wasn't scared of him and his stupid seven-inch cock.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I turned my head, not meeting his gaze. “I didn't say that,” I mumbled, the flush of heat on my already red face making me scowl.

“Ha! You're cute when you're being coy.”

Aiden spread his legs, his thighs bumping against my calves. My knees still dented the cushion of the couch, squeezing his hips, and I kept my ass high so he could get to it if he really wanted it.

My jaw tightened, and he smirked. He could definitely tell how much I was resisting him. Especially when he grabbed my ass with his free hand, sinking his fingers into my hard cheek. I wasn't going to lie; I liked the bite of him handling me too roughly.

But I was getting carried away, and I couldn’t focus on stroking his cock while he was rubbing me at the same time, and I lost control of my hand and pressed too hard.

“Oh, fuck,” Aiden groaned, notching his head back. “Just like that, pretty boy, squeeze me tight.”

I watched his face, thrilled by how I was making him shake under me by pressing my hand harder. My ass and cock were tingling like mad, and he’d nearly destroyed me. But as I brought my fingers to his cock head, he slipped backwards, hitting the back of the couch, eyes closed, moaning for me.

“Do you like it?” I said weakly, not really believing I was making a guy who'd spent ten years in jail react this way. Until I let go of his cock. My fingers found his piercing, and I gave a light tug.

His whole body jerked and he thrust his hips towards me. “Fucking hell, do that again.”

His hard skin was even sexier as it flushed in the static light beating off the TV. But he asked, and I was a pretty generous guy. I'd let him play with my ass after all.

Instead of tugging at his piercing, I let go, curling my fingers, and flicking it with the back of my nail, tracking his reaction. He jerked with a surprised grunt, and a grin split my face as I did it again. I looked down, more precum leaking from him.

“I want you to come,” I groaned.

“Not a fucking a chance. There’s no way I’m coming unless it’s buried deep in your ass,” he growled. He kept gripping my ass like he was claiming it. “Tell me, Connor, who does this ass belong to?”

My mouth dropped open as I realized what he wanted.

He really wasn’t going to give me his cock unless I admitted it. And that pissed me off more than anything. I was doing him a favor by letting him play with me, and he thought I was going to submit?

I squeezed his dick instead. “What if I asked you to tell me who this cock belongs to?” I asked.

His eyes sparked as he paused, and I pressed even tighter.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed, notching his chin to get a better look at me. “I’m going to ruin your ass just for that. You’re never going to want to fuck a pretty cheerleader ever again.”

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