Page 6 of The Rival

When his fingers found my hole, I gasped, startled by how much I unraveled with a single point of contact. I wasn’t so unused to the sensation of feeling fingers at my entrance—I’d played with myself there a few times while jacking off alone—but it was completely different to have another person do it. I leaned into him, craving more, seeking out his touch. He swiped his tongue along my lips, parting them to slip inside. Jason sucked on my tongue while pushing his forefinger past the rim of my entrance, making me whine into our kiss from the stretch. Driven by desperation, I stroked him faster between us, smearing the steady stream of precum leaking from the head of his cock with my thumb.

When a second thick finger joined the first and started moving in and out of me, I was unable to stop myself from trembling against him. I tried to tear away from our kisses, but his lips chased after mine, hungry, needing to devour every little deafening sound I made. I was forced to clutch onto him for some semblance of stability as his fingers picked up the pace, fucking me faster, pushing my desire to dizzying new heights.

Jason was in total control of my pleasure. Not even an hour ago, I had been the king of the court, the one dominating him and his team. Now, inside the showers, I was surrendering in every way to Jason, finding it so easy to do when it was just the two of us alone. No spotlights, no roar of the crowd, no teammates watching and waiting for the perfect pass. I couldn’t help but wonder, had this desire for Jason always been inside of me? Had I just been waiting for a chance to have him all for myself?

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Let me see you.”

Functioning on pure adrenaline, I obeyed him without hesitation, disentangling from him. My heart thundered so hard in my chest I feared it would burst. This was escalating so fast, but I didn’t want it to stop. Nothing else had come close to making me feel more alive than this moment. Not even winning the championship game.

“Good boy,” he praised as he settled in behind me.

Jason bent me forward, forcing me to brace myself against the tile wall of the showers. He grabbed two fistfuls of my ass and spread my cheeks so his dick could rest between them. It was like having a hot, throbbing spear pressed against my entrance where no one else had ever touched me before. My lips parted in shock, and a pitiful moan spilled out when he moved ever so slightly in the slowest grind along my cleft.

“That’s right. I justknewyou’d be a natural bottom deep down.” He reached around with his free hands to play with my nipples, pinching them. “Had you pegged from the start. Always backing this tight ass up into me while you’re dribbling.” He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “You love the way my cock feels sliding against your hole, don’t you?”

With his weight behind me, arms holding me in place, I wasn’t in a position to deny what he’d accused me of doing all along. I had given in to Jason with little resistance. My biggest rival was manhandling me, and I waslettinghim.

Was all this happening because I’d never been laid before? Was I just sexually-frustrated to the point I would’ve given in to anyone? Work had kept me busy, and sure, Jason was right, I didn’t have time to date...

No, this was uncharted territory. I’d never explored my sexuality—I’d never had the chance during high school or college. Everyone just assumed I was too busy, but I had never met someone worth making time for. Westvale boys had to hustle to get some kind of scholarship or a decent job. I’d burned the candle at both ends to make my parents proud.

My relationship with Jason felt different. I never kept track of other players in this league the way I kept tabs on Jason during the off season, telling myself I was just scouting out information my team could use when basketball came back the following year. We considered each other enemies on the court, constantly in each others’ orbits. Our history was fraught with unresolved tension. I just hadn’t realized there’d been a sexual nature underneath it all.

No, even that was a lie. I’d known all along. The warning signs had followed me from the moment we first met. I had knownfrom the very beginning that Jason was my type, and as much as I tried to play up the rival angle, as much as I insisted upon hating him, it was an entirely different story in the privacy of my own home. My private porn collection was filled with videos of guys who looked damningly similar to Jason. I’d called it moments of weakness, horny-fueled lapses in judgment on lonely nights. Dreaming of Jason was a wicked whim, something I kept between myself and my laptop.

I had no idea what Jason intended to do to me, but I was putty in his hands. I was always vocal about my opinions, always quick to have a smartass comeback, but with him pressed into me, back to chest, ass to dick, I was at a loss for words. I’d do whatever he wanted as long as he kept touching me.

But what did “whatever he wanted” actually entail? I wasn’t clueless… but beingwithsomeone, being completely at their mercy, was new. I didn’t know if I was ready to go all the way inside a high school locker room’s shower, but the chance to fulfill one of my deepest desires wasn’t lost on me.

What was Jason getting out of all this, anyways? Had my taunting offered a chance for him to smooth the edge off his post-game adrenaline? Was I just another one of his many conquests? Fuck, was I just a warm body to him?

When I glanced over my shoulder back at Jason, his focus was on me and me alone. His dark hair had fallen into his eyes, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. When he noticed I had turned to look back at him, he cupped my chin and tilted my head for another scorching kiss. The way he held me, the way his hands roamed my body as if I already belonged to him, the way he moaned my name straight into my mouth… This was something else entirely. This felt far more charged. This was more than just playing around to blow off steam.

Mid-grind, Jason’s dick caught on the rim of my entrance, causing me to let out a choked gasp. He stopped moving, let out a soft sigh, and ran his hand through my blonde hair as if he were comforting me.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

A rush of disappointment flooded my system. He was doing all this, and he wasn’t going to do anything more? It was enough to make me let out a pathetic whining noise. As questionable as the idea was, I was keyed up to the point where I would’ve let him fuck me if he was interested, inexperience and all.

“Not here, at least,” he teased, sensing my embarrassing distress. “Maybe if you beat us again…nextseason.”

“Next season?!”

“What?” He kissed my shoulder. “Don’t think you can hold out that long?”

Before I could complain about the proposed timeline, Jason’s hands slid down my wet torso, stopping when they reached the slope of my abdomen and the trail of light hair leading down. My dick bobbed against my stomach, woefully smaller than him but no less desiring his attention. I was already leaking from the head, and fuck, I needed him to touch me everywhere.

“I should make you beg for it,” he growled into my ear. “You had the gall to gloat over a one point difference. I bet you thought you’d be out with your teammates, partying late into the night to celebrate.” He laughed and added, “But instead you’re here, desperate for my cock.”

I nodded, submitting to him in the hope he would circle his fingers around me and bring me off at last. His hands wereso close to where I needed them, and Jason knew. His fingers traced along my inner thighs while he rocked against me.

“Say you’re sorry for elbowing me.”

Every competitive muscle in my body despised the idea of giving in to any more of his demands, but I was also beyond caring about my pride. I needed him to touch me or I was about to start sobbing, and I’d never be able to livethatdown.

“I’m sorry,” I rasped.

“…And that it won’t happen again.”

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