Chapter 3

ELIAS'S POV 

I could hardly believe my ears. What had he just requested from me? I couldn't fully process his words. This had to be some type of joke or something.

“What did you just say?” I asked, refusing to believe my ears.

“Oh, that I want to sleep—”

“No, I didn't ask you to repeat it,” I stopped him in his tracks. “You're joking right? About what you said, I mean.”

“Is it something you can't handle?” He folded his arms.

“Who randomly agrees to have sex with the one person they hate?” I hadn't meant to add that part. He looked at me for a minute longer before letting out a sigh.

“A lot of people would jump at the opportunity to sleep with me, though, so this is a first,” he shrugged it off like what he had requested was no big deal.

“I'd pretend like it was a joke and give you time to think about what you really want,” I said, brushing past him. 

“Why?” He grabbed me by the arm. “Does it hurt your pride to have sex with me? Here's what? I won't disturb you ever again if you hate it.”

At this point, I'd be lying if I said I didn't know that he wasn't joking. I had a lot of questions, like why did he want to sleep with me and if he couldn't ask for something else.

“I didn't think you swing that way,” I muttered in response.

“Well, I've never cared about gender when it comes to fucking around. I mean, a good lay is a good lay,” his logic was clearly twisted. “Are you perhaps straight?”

I couldn't even give him a clear answer. I was straight, at least in some sense but then again, I'd always been too busy to actually like either genders. 

“Doesn't matter though, I'll be sure to go easy on you,” he made a circle with his fingers and stuck his tongue out. I looked at him with irritation. I really did hate this guy. “I heard straight guys feel it more.”

“I'm leaving,” I couldn't stand his jargon anymore. 

***

Somehow, I found myself sitting in Ryder's car as he drove us to his apartment. How did I end up here and why did I follow this pervert? My pride was at stake here, that's why. I had agreed to do anything he wanted, so I couldn't exactly leave if I wanted to. Especially not after I planned to have him leave the league if he lost. I couldn't afford to be seen as a coward.

We pulled into the underground garage of a sleek, high-rise complex far from the college dorms. Ryder stepped out of his car, not even looking back to see if I was there. He knew I was.

Inside his apartment, the door clicked shut with a finality that made my stomach drop. The space looked expensive, too expensive for a college student. I looked at the large windows that overlooked the city and knew there was no turning back.

"Take off the jacket, Elias," Ryder said. He was standing by a dark marble kitchen island, pouring two fingers of alcohol into a glass. He didn't offer me any. “You look scared though. Are you that worried?”

"Let's just get this over with," I said, my voice cracking. I hated the sound of it. I hated that he was still so calm while my heart was trying to hammer its way out of my chest.

Ryder set the glass down and walked toward me. He didn't stop until I was backed against the cool wood of the entryway door. He was still wearing his team hoodie.

"You're in a hurry to be disgraced?" he asked, his voice filled with satisfaction. He reached out, his fingers brushing the collar of my shirt. "Or are you just afraid that if we stay in the dark too long, you’ll start to like it?"

"I’ll never like anything involving you," I hissed.

Ryder’s eyes darkened, a predatory glint taking over the blue. "We’ll see."

He didn't waste time. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a kiss that wasn't a kiss, it could be tagged an assault with how aggressively he kissed me. It tasted like whiskey and salt and years of built-up aggression. I tried to keep my mouth shut, to resist, but he bit my lower lip just hard enough to make me gasp. When I did, he slid his tongue inside my mouth, finding my tongue and drowning me in a kiss that had started to make my head feel fuzzy.

My hands came up to push him away, but as soon as they touched his chest, my fingers betrayed me. I gripped the fabric of his hoodie. I wasn't pushing; I was holding on.

Ryder let out a low, satisfied groan and hoisted me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried me toward the bedroom. He threw me onto the mattress, the impact taking the breath out of me, and before I could scramble back, he was over me.

He took off his clothes and mine, licking his lips as he stared at me. It was embarrassing and for a moment, I wished I was at least drunk.

“I can tell what you're thinking, I don't plan on having you drunk and forgetting everything we're about to do tonight,” he leaned down and touched my dick which was barely hard. He began to stroke my cock and I found myself wincing and trying to get him to stop, but instead, he placed his mouth over my nipple and began to suck on it. It felt strange. I'd never touched my nipples before, neither had any guy touched my dick before. Everything was new and odd but yet, I found myself wanting to tell him to stroke harder but my pride wouldn't let me.

“Ryder,” I called his name more softly than I intended and something in him snapped. He stopped stroking my dick and stopped sucking on my nipple. “W-why—” I shut myself up before I could make the gravest mistake.

“I can see you like it. Don't be shy,” he grinned, his eyes brimming with lust. He pressed his dick against mine and began to rub them together. It felt even weirder like this and just like that, I came. I had shamelessly cum under a guy like me while completely sober. He pushed my legs up and came all over my hole.

“I want to see your face while I fuck you but I also want to see this beauty clench me like crazy,” he licked his lips, looking like he'd completely lost all sense of reason. He flipped me over, my face against his sheets and my back arched. He whistled. “I have to say, you're a natural.”

I was too embarrassed to come up with a comeback. 

“Ryder, are you really—” I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he slipped a finger in.

“Don't be dramatic, it's just one finger and I even used my cum as a lubricate you,” he thrust into me with his finger and though it wasn't painful, it felt weird having something up there. “Loosen up a bit, you're so fucking tight. We're going to be at this all night at this rate.”

He added another finger and a sound that I didn’t know I could make came out of me.

“Did you just fucking moan?” His voice and eyes lit up like my voice had done something to him. “You're so fucking hot. I really want to fuck you right now.”

I didn't think he was going to be in a rush and stick a third finger in. He was more aggressive this time. 

“Found it,” he grinned as my hole clenched around his fingers. He'd found my prostrate and wouldn't stop pressing against it.

“W-wait…Ryder,” I let out a moan again, my body shaking as I came on the sheets.

“I should have done this sooner if I knew you'd be this hot in bed,” he rubbed his dick between my butt cheeks.

“I need to catch my breath,” I reached behind to try and tell him that we should take a break, instead, he grabbed my arm and slammed his cock into me. I gasped for breath as he filled me completely with tears forming at the corner of my eyes.

I knew it would be a long night.