Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts by Kyle Adams Read Free Book Online

concentrating since I couldn’t make myself look anywhere but at Striker's barely covered cock. Striker asked if I was ready, I absently nodded my head. I was expecting us to circle around each other, waiting for an opening to make a move but as soon as I nodded Striker was on me. He skipped the clinch and just slid around to my back, quickly locking his arms around my midsection. He then pulled my back tight against his chest, pinning my arms to my sides.
    "You're gonna have to be faster than that if you want to win, baby, and trust me you want to win. Winner gets a very special prize," he whispered in my ear as he ground his hardening cock into my ass.
    "You're cheating." I whined like a little bitch before I could stop myself. If my hands had been free I would have introduced my palm to the side of his face.
    Striker just chuckled before whispering in my ear again, "It's not cheating, I’m just using your attraction to me to my tactical advantage." I knew he was right, I wanted him so bad I wasn't even trying to escape his hold. "Winner gets to top, and after I win I am going to ride you so hard you won’t walk right for a week."
    He was blatantly cheating, even though I could easily break his hold I didn’t want to, I was enjoying the feeling of his body caressing mine and how his light breathing against my neck made my body tingle. I was lost in how easily his stiff cock just pushed my ass cheeks apart, snuggling and rubbing between them like it belonged there. Even through the jock and shorts, I could feel every hard inch. I got lost in the pleasure of him rubbing against me for a moment, but then I started thinking about his tight ass bending over and all I wanted was to pound my cock into his ass. I liked that idea; I had to win and then I was going to fuck him until he passed out.
    “If you’re not even going to try, I might as well tie you to my workout bench with my hand wraps and spend the rest of the night fucking your ass.” He paused to lightly bite my neck where it curved into my shoulder. I think I moaned or whimpered or made some sound I normally wouldn’t make. “I was hoping for a challenge before I claimed your ass. You want to just bend over for me instead?”
    “You know, you’re an asshole,” I grunted out as I lightly tested his hold to see how easily I could slip out of it. If he thought I’d just submit because I liked how his cock nestled against my ass, he had a surprise coming.
    “You’ll be a complete slut for me, you’ll be begging me to fuck you. I’ve been waiting to fuck you into submission since I first watched you fight. You don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about tying you to my bed and fucking you senseless,” Striker practically growled in my ear.
    I almost let myself whimper, “Please,” but caught myself in time. No matter how much Striker made me want him, I wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of dominating me. He was already an egotistical prick, and I’m sure he would find a way to rub my nose in it if I lost, or worse if I did just roll over with my ass in the air for him.
    With renewed determination, I was thinking through my best options to quickly end the match. He kept rambling about all the dirty things he could do to my ass, and how I’d beg him for more. Then he surprised me when he jerked me harder against his chest, bringing my feet a couple inches off the ground before he twisted and slammed us both onto the mat. The impact against my stomach knocked the air out of me. Striker was still on my back, but his arms were no longer wrapped around me.
    I managed to flip onto my back, making our chests touch. I lifted my legs and crossed them over Striker's waist. I was hoping that by getting him into full guard it would help me flip him, but instead it just made our cocks rub against each other through our shorts and jocks. Striker had his face hovering above mine, and as he rubbed his crotch against mine, he leaned down and kissed