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The pride that swirled through me from knowing I was the one making Eli Jensen bend under me was another sign I’d let this get out of control.

Though it was never my choice.

I leaned back, looking at the sheer fucking beauty below me. Eli, with his ass pushed out, my cock thrusting inside of him. And I realised I’d wanted to see it since I first went up against him in the ring. That first day where we beat the shit out of each other, and we kept going, ignoring the ref when he called it a tie so we could keep punching each other.

I pulled out of him, his ass puckering as I popped free. It was too dry, and I was catching on him. No matter how much I talked shit, I wasn’t tearing his ass just because Eli wanted the pain.

“Caleb,” he groaned, twisting and reaching back for me. I wanted to smash his entire fucking face into the wall so he couldn’t fucking look at me and see what he was doing to me. It wasn’t fair that he looked at me like that but wouldn’t let me love him.

“I’m not reaching for the lube this time.” I bit out through hard teeth. “You don’t deserve anything but my spit,”

“Do it,” he said hoarsely. “Give it to me."

I kept hold of my cock as I leaned over him, gathering up enough spit in my mouth that I hoped it would be good enough. I leaned over him, dropping my bottom lip and letting as much out as I could.

Eli moaned as the cool spit hit his tailbone and ran neatly between his ass cheeks. I used my free hand to quickly grab it and spread it over his asshole with my thumb, circling him three times to wind him up and make sure he could feel me before I pushed into him, sliding straight in with no resistance.

“Holy shit, Eli. I’m not even touching your fucking sides.”

I released my cock, grabbing his ass cheek and spreading him open. “Your ass is fucking gaping. Is that how slutty your hole is? You just leave it open for anyone?”

As I explored, I pressed my thumb all around his asshole, seeing how far he really stretched. I wanted him to tell me he was only fucking me, that his hole was mine. That he wouldn’t dare be with anyone else when he knew he belonged to me.

My eyes closed slowly as I tried to get myself back to a place where I was fucking furious at him for making me feel this way. Did it mean I hated him? Maybe. But if I hated him, then I wouldn’t be so addicted to the noise he made as I pushed my fingers against his tailbone and tugged at his asshole with my thumb.

“I need your cock inside me,” Eli whined, but there was something else. He turned his face from me again, chin dipped, his palms flat on the wall. I swear I saw him shake with something other than fucking need as I switched my thumb to two fingers.

I couldn’t figure out what the fuck was going on. He didn’t hide from me. The Eli I loved always stared me down like he would kill me if I said the wrong fucking thing, even when he was coming around my cock.

“I have to make sure your ass is all nice and wet for me first, haven’t I?” I snarled, resisting the urge to rub my nose against his shoulder and ask him to tell me what the fuck was wrong, to share that part of himself with me.

I spat on my cock again, rubbing myself with my free hand to get myself ready for him. “You want to be filled again, Eli? You want something plugging your hole?”

He scoffed from the back of his throat, still avoiding me. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

“You asked for it,” I growled, clenching my jaw as his shoulders hunched, like he was trying to hold himself back.

And I wasn’t having any of it.

I grabbed his waist, pressing my tip against his loose ass before I surged forward, both of us yelling out as my hips smacked into his, bone against bone, the absolute force of two-hundred-plus-pound guys fighting and fucking.

We both stilled, Eli’s shoulders rising and falling against my back. And the longer we stayed like that, the closer I was to holding him.

With my cock buried inside him, I leaned forward, reaching around, my fingers sweeping across his thighs. I was going to go for his cock, but if I was ready to spurt, what was happening with him? I didn’t want him fucking blowing his load so early. He needed to work for it.

So, I dipped my hand down farther and went straight for his balls, harshly grabbing him.

The second he gasped, I rocked my hips again, and he collapsed forward.

“Does my little slut like it when I play with his balls?” I asked as I gave him a hard squeeze and another cry burst from him.

“I want everything. Just don’t stop.”

My eyes closed as the words pierced straight into me. It was even more difficult when he said shit like that. He wanted me to hate him but give him everything at the same time? What the fuck was that?

I dropped my teeth to his shoulder again. I wanted to hurt him, tear him apart, fucking ruin him if I had to. If I could get inside his flesh, mix my blood with his, he wouldn’t be able to escape me.

Biting him again, I savored his hiss of pain as I rolled his sac between my fingers, fucking crushing him in my hand until his ass was relaxed enough that I could move inside him.

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