Page 21 of Choke Up

Even with the lights off, it's not entirely dark in here, with daylight streaming in through small windows around the top of the room. He said he wouldn't peek, but what if he does? What would he do if he knew it was me?

Fuck. Elliot saw me in the hallway. What if he comes back looking for me, and I'm not where I said I'd be?

This is fucking stupid.

I get three steps into the room when the door busts open. I freeze momentarily, but Ellis' back is to me as he pulls a heavy cart through the door. Quickly and quietly, I throw myself behind the wall again. He’s going to have to come in here at some point, even if he figures out Johnny isn't coming to meet him after all.

Ellis closes the door and backs away from it slowly. Then he opens his phone, the glow of the screen illuminating his face. He looks unsure of himself. I quickly turn my phone to silent, noticing three dots appearing and then disappearing as he types out a message and then deletes it with a heavy breath.

His hand runs over his face and through his hair, matted on top with sweat from the helmet he has to wear when he's on the field. He looks at his hand in disgust, and then starts messing with his hair, muttering to himself. He pulls an elastic out of his pocket and ties his hair into a short ponytail, smoothing the tendrils that aren't quite long enough to stay off his forehead. The sight of him like this, trying to make himself more presentable to me, almost makes me forget how much I shouldn't be here, watching him from the shadows like some kind of creep.

I am a creep. But I'm at least going to need to create a distraction so I can slip out the door.

Typing out a quick message, I watch as Ellis reads it and immediately obeys my new instruction. He walks over to a shelf and digs through a few storage bins until he finds one with swag that we sometimes hand out to students or people in the stands. He comes away with a black headband with the Howler's white wolf mascot.

My intention was to wait until he was blind and distracted, then attempt to sneak past him and message him that I couldn't come without getting caught, that it was too risky. It is too risky.

But the moment he blindfolds himself and lays the top of his body over the counter in the middle of the room, I might as well be a shark caught in a feeding frenzy. As silently as possible, I circle him. I make it all the way to the door, but instead of turning around and leaving this madness behind, I lock the door. His obedience, the way his hands lay flat on the countertop, and the sight of his round little ass displayed for me the way it is—it's too much. I can't look away. I can't walk away. I can't not touch him. My cock, which had started to soften from my fear and apprehension, jerks back to stone and throbs with each beat of my wild heart.

Ellis turns his head to the side, his breathing picking up as he listens to me approach. His fingers press into the table, like he's forcing himself to stay put. That plump bottom lip disappears between his teeth and I almost regret having him face down where I can't tug it free with my own teeth.

He flinches the first time I touch him, sucking in a breath. My thoughts and emotions are all over the place.

I don't want him to be afraid, but a sick part of me relishes the adrenaline of having him clueless and afraid. Maybe that's his punishment for his stupidity. And mine is knowing I can never give him what he wants, what he needs, in the real world. I'm both enthralled by him and irrationally angry.

I'm mad at him for being so stupid, for putting himself in a position like this. For putting himself in danger of being hurt by a stranger. I'm mad at myself for being fucked up enough to do this to him, for taking advantage of him because I can't have him, but I also can't seem to stay away now that I've found a loophole.

My touch surprises him, but he relaxes as my hands smooth over his back and hips. He sucks in another breath, this time out of arousal rather than fear, when my fingers trace down the seam of his pants.

"You know you can tell me no, right?"

CHAPTER 7

ELLIS

Johnny's raspy whisper is loud in the otherwise silent room, but the thundering of my heart almost drowns out his words. I'm only able to process that he's talking once I realize he's taken his hands off me.

"Ellis," he says, and even in his ridiculous disguised voice, my insides churn with need from him saying my name. "Tell me you understand that you can say no at any time."

I nod, my eyes clenched shut beneath my blindfold. "I understand," I answer, my voice weak and needy.

"Good boy," he whispers, and a tremor makes its way from my head to the tips of my toes.

The heat of his hands returns to my body. He caresses and rubs and massages my back, hips, thighs, and ass. The more he touches me, the more my apprehension bleeds away, replaced with desperation. I push my ass further into his hands. His groan makes my cock twitch, and his hands slip up my body, pulling my jersey from my waistband. I feel cool air touch my skin before his hands glide under my shirt, leaving a searing path of heat wherever his bare skin touches mine. His palms smooth over my skin, up the sides of my back, thumbs pressing into either side of my spine, and then skirt around to my sides, pulling my body against him. His cock feels massive pressed against my ass, and it both frightens and thrills me. He rocks against me, and I whimper, needing so much more.

"Please," I whine, not knowing what it is I'm begging for.

Fingers dip into my waistband and run along the edge of my belt, all the way around to the front, where my erection is pressing painfully against the zipper. I hold my breath as he undoes my buckle, then my fly, before he inches my pants down over my ass. I'm not sure if he's going slowly because he likes to edge us both, or if it's his way of giving me time to stop him, but I'm too far gone to think too hard about it. All I know is that my heart beats faster the farther the material falls, until the uniform pants are down around my thighs.

"You wore them," he says breathlessly.

"You told me to."

That's the last moment of hesitation before Johnny's control breaks. His hands are rough, kneading fistfuls of my ass, spreading and squeezing my ass cheeks together. I cry out when I feel his hot breath against my crack, and he shushes me before placing his mouth directly over my ass and puffing hot breaths into the fabric of my briefs. Wet cotton pushes against my hole as his tongue teases me, and I'm a whimpering, sobbing mess.

"Gahhh I want this," he growls, voice muffled in the fabric covering my ass.

"Take it," I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”

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