Chapter 11

Mateo shoved his hand under my pants without asking for permission and with zero intention of stopping. His fingers, hard and rough from years of gripping a hockey stick, slid down through the fabric and grabbed right onto my erect dick. The touch burned me from the inside out; it was like an electric shock straight to my balls that completely paralyzed me. I froze. Feeling his massive palm wrapping around my dick made me flinch, but his whole body was crushing me against the cold wooden wall, leaving me trapped with no way out.

I let out a choked groan against his neck, feeling my legs give out all at once. It was a dirty kind of pleasure, a high so intense that I had never felt anything like it in my fucking life. Mateo’s mouth dragged down my throat, sucking on the sensitive skin right above my collarbone while his hand stroked my shaft. At first he went slow, moving up and down with a calculated pressure, dragging over the sensitive skin and pulling every groan out of me that I tried to swallow by clenching my teeth.

“Look at you…” he whispered in my ear. “You say you hate me, but you’re rock hard for me, Lucas. You’re leaking, little brother. Look at how you react to what I do to you.”

“No… let go of me, Mateo… please…” I managed to get out, but it sounded like a pathetic, broken plea, completely stripped of strength.

I tried to fight back. I dug my nails into his bare shoulders to push him off, jerked my hips to break free, tried to think of Sofi, how much I hated him, how wrong this was... but it was useless. My own body betrayed me in the most humiliating way. As Mateo jacked me faster and squeezed harder, his touch grew more intense, more practiced. He swiped his thumb right over the head of my dick, spreading my own slick all over the shaft, knowing exactly how to stroke me to make me arch my back and press my forehead against his sweaty shoulder.

Every friction of his hand was a wave of heat that melted my brain. I could feel the hardness of his thighs pressing against mine, the pressure of his hips driving into my groin, the way he pinned my wrists up high so I couldn't cover myself. I was completely at his mercy. The air in the hallway was suffocating me. Mateo had me pinned against the wall with his hips, locking his firm pelvis against mine, making me feel his entire body on top of me, completely dominating me.

Every time his hand tightened and dragged down to the base, it ripped a sob from my throat, wiping my mind clean and leaving me with nothing but the sick desperate urge for him not to stop. My brain was screaming at me to put an end to it, that this was ruining everything I was, but my body responded to every stroke, chasing more of the brazen rhythm he forced on me.

“That’s it… stop fighting,” he murmured in my ear, speeding up into a wild, wet rhythm that drove me right to the edge. “Feel how good it is. Let me show you how much you really hate me. Let’s see if you dare tell me you don't like this.”

The friction was fast and relentless; it was killing me from the inside. He pressed his thumb against the tip, squeezing firmly while his palm kept stroking me in a frantic motion. I couldn't hold it back anymore. The breath caught in my chest, my head spun, and a hot surge built up deep in my gut.

I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back against the wall, seeing stars behind my eyelids. My body gave out and I started shaking uncontrollably, violent spasms wracking my thighs. I came hard all over his hand and wrist, letting out a long groan, collapsing into his arms as I gave in to an orgasm so intense it left me dizzy, trembling, and with my ears ringing.

The feeling didn't stop right away; Mateo kept moving his fingers for a few extra seconds, milking out every last drop of my release, dragging out the climax until my skin felt like it was burning from how sensitive it was.

I hung off him, gasping like I was drowning, desperately fighting for air. Sweat was dripping down my face, and my knees were shaking so badly I would have dropped to the floor if he wasn't holding me up by my waist. I was wrecked, exposed, completely undone, with my warm semen smeared between his hand and my stomach.

Mateo didn't let go right away. He stayed pressed tight against me, feeling my ragged breathing against his neck, enjoying the way my body was still twitching involuntarily from the climax he had just forced out of me. He dragged his stained, warm fingers across my stomach, smearing my own mess over my skin in a slow movement. He took his time looking me up and down: my mouth open for air, my cheeks flushed, my chest heaving out of control, and my eyes half-lidded from the heat I couldn't hold in.

A smug smirk spread across his face, full of pride and satisfaction. He pulled his hand out of my pants slowly, brushing against my hip on the way out, leaving my skin hot, sticky, and dirty.

“Doesn't seem like you hate me that much, little brother,” he said softly, dripping with mockery, looking at my dazed face as he messily wiped his wrist on my pants.

He leaned in closer and planted a short kiss on my mouth. A quick, wet press of his lips, but packed with absolute nerve, making me taste myself on his lips.

That kiss—feeling that asshole get away with it, manipulating me however he wanted and using me like this—set off a flash of blind fury in my head. All the haze from coming vanished in a split second, replaced by disgust, shame, and a destructive rage that burned right through me.

I clenched my fist with everything I had.

Taking advantage of the moment Mateo pulled back, confident with his damn victorious smirk, I yanked my arm free with what little pride I had left and threw a hard, solid punch straight to his jaw.