Challenged

Ryker’s

He grabbed me and pulled me against him.

Yes!!

But then he paused, seeming startled by the intensity of his reaction. But I didn’t really think about that, what it meant, if it meant anything. Instead I swallowed, pressing myself against his bulge.

My mouth watered as he groaned. We’re back on track.

What I wanted was so close, so fucking close. He’d been my crush for so long it seemed like forever. My hand began to snake down–

“You know,” he said speculatively, pausing to press his warm tongue on the pulse at my neck. I wasn’t listening until he pulled back, arms on my shoulders, instead of where I’d like them to be. “I think I could convince you to still be my boy toy without protection.”

I pause, cocking my head. What was he going on about? “Yes,” he nodded. “I think I still could have.”

I caught up with the conversation, a little confirmed in why he was bringing it up now. Of course he could have. My crush on him was as large as the grounds this school sat on top. It was a stroke of luck I remembered to add something in, to not just toss myself at him fully.

“I touch you and you shatter," he laughs, and as if to prove his point, he grabs my face closer as if he’d kiss me. He grins at the hopeful expression on my face, one I can’t control. “I want to keep seeing you squirm, toy, it’s very entertaining.”

And I was squirming. I felt like he was straying far away from the reason we were supposed to be here. Let’s go back to what we were doing! I begged in my mind.

Scrambling, I try to think of something to say that will help. “But,” I started, hearing how whiny I sounded even to my own ears, “If we don’t… then you won’t—

I paused, stopping. Oh right, he could get some anywhere. And he is, with those bitches.

He laughed, obviously seeing where my mind had drifted off. He’d backed up enough that I could fold my arms across my chest and I did. A dubious idea entered my head.

I hoped it would get a reaction out of him.

I stayed quiet, stayed still, as he leaned in again. Then when I was sure he would hear, I whispered, “Then I'll go find someone else too.”

His eyes shuttered, going hard. His hand lashed out to grab my neck and my cock jumped in my pants. Yes!

I registered the urge to smile as he began to cut off my air circulation. His cove was basically a growl when he said, “If you let anyone else touch you, I'll get you to the edge of pleasure and keep you there for so fucking long you want remember what an orgasm feels like.”

Well, that had backfired spectacularly. “That's not fair!” I said, the words bursting out of me with what little air I had left.

God, I was getting a little lightheaded. But what did that say about me that I didn’t care? That I was still hard? That I would take whatever Leonardo would give me because it was him?

“I don't fucking care,” he growled, his other hand rubbing me over my trousers. My head fell back against the wall, a whimper stuck in my throat. “This isn't a democracy, and I really don’t like sharing my toys.”

“But–!”

He pressed harder, with both hands and sparks exploded behind my darkening eyes. Jeez!! “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The word left my throat almost in a wheeze and then I could breathe again.

I gasped for air as Leonardo walked away from me running his hands through his hair angrily. I almost felt bad, I hadn’t meant to make him mad, I’d just wanted to shake things up a bit.

“I'll throw you a bone,” he started, his back to me, as he cracked his neck. “Everytime we meet up, depending on how good your… performance is, I'll have less women after you.”

As I was processing that, he turned here, and the hard edge of anger was gone from his face. There was mischief there now, and it excited me just as much as it made me apprehensive. “Or if you're very good, no women at all. Are you up for that challenge?”

My eyes widened. No bitches? Leonardo won’t fuck any bitches if I could make him very satisfied? I nodded, quickly feeling the bite of the imprint of his fingers in my neck.

I almost hoped it bruised. Ryker!

But it was true. I’d have him etched into my skin as I was doing absolutely anything throughout the day; watching a movie, in class, taking a bath.

I wanted that, badly, almost enough to rile him again to see if he put his hand working my neck and deepen the lines.

Would he fuck me now?

I gulped, swallowing the extra horny thought to say, “should I take off my clothes?”

“Not just yet, toy. I said I would make you squirm. You’re not getting fucked tonight.”

Unconsciously a disappointed whine left my throat and he marched forward until my back was touching the walls and his fingers were around my neck again, the pain flaring up around them.

“On your knees, boy you, let's see how good you can make me feel, how much of me you can earn.”

Determinedly I dropped to my knees. I was going to make him feel so good, he would go straight to bed tonight.

Those bitches can’t have him!