Page 8 of Bound By Obsession

The ‘thump, thump, thump’ as Dax drops the basketball is music to my ears, having the intended effect. Feigning innocence, I pretend not to feel his cock beginning to harden. Did I just unleash a new kink?

“We have something in common, you and I,” I grin menacingly. Genuine fear crosses Dax’s face and I almost take pity on him. “When you break my rules, you also get punished.” Before I can carry out any further squeezing, tattooed arms band around me from behind. Garrett holds me tight whilst Axel carefully extracts my hand from Dax’s testicles.

“I love watching you dominate all of the balls on the court, Peach,” Garrett chuckles into my ear. “If I’m a good boy, do I get my turn to be manhandled too?” Twisting myself free, I look him over and cock a single brow.

“Nah, you’d enjoy it way too much,” I grin, brushing our arms as I pass by. Huxley hands over my discarded T-shirt, an unspoken truce between us. At least, I hope it is. My smile grows wicked, the power I’m gifted by their lingering stares bordering dangerous. “I’d prefer to watch you all sweat for me.”

Like Garrett, their eyes track me the entire way to the bleachers, hungry like predators. Despite reclining into the seat, I sit proud and gesture for their game to begin. Watching them fumble over each other, a mess of horniness and testosterone, is comical but I manage to keep a straight face. Just about.

Focusing on any type of physical release was pointless after Avery took her perch into the stands. A queen overseeing her men. The game started out like most, lighthearted and fun, but it soon shifted. Garrett is on a mission to prove himself the best of us all, to keep her attention centered on himself. With that came Huxley’s need to vent some frustration and Axel’s competitive nature. Me, however, I do what I always do and fade into the background. A prop to their show, and Avery doesn’t seem happy about that.

She’s propped back, elbows on the bench behind and her chest pushed up to the ceiling. My pulse beats in time with the tapping of her foot, her pout doing something weird to my chest. It’s in my nature to please, to smooth everything out. Whatever was happening between my cock and her commanding gripbefore Garrett rudely interrupted has rocked me to my core. Lust flooded my system, giving me a brief glimpse into why the others seem to enjoy exhibiting her so much. I’m not that kind of guy, but for Avery, I’d be whoever she wants me to be.

The basketball hits me in the back of the head and I stumble. Glancing back, Garrett shrugs with the boyish smile that tells me he hit me on purpose. I can’t deny I’ve been letting down my side of our paired team. Last time I took any notice, Huxley and Axel had us five to one. Opening my mouth to apologize, a flash of blonde whips past.

“The fuck was that?!” Avery slams her hands into Garrett’s chest. His smile spreads wider. Holding his hands up in defeat, Garrett takes a few steps back.

“Sorry, Peach. Just trying to get Dax’s head in the game. Although I might have given him a small concussion. Why don’t you take him into the locker room and check him over?” Grunting, Avery takes my hand and leads me away. I look over my shoulder in confusion. Garrett somehow has Axel on his knees and is pretending to fuck his face as he mouths ‘you’re welcome’ at me. Now there’s an image I can never unsee.

“Are you okay?” Avery asks, her eyes filled with concern. I walk on numb feet, not too sure if I nod or just blink too much. Maybe I really am concussed. Settling on a bench in the locker room, I vaguely notice a woman walking by in a towel. Another is drying her hair in a mirror which spans the far wall, reflecting a row of shower stalls around the corner. Shit, this is the women’s locker room. Averting my eyes, I stare at a spec on the Lino flooring while Avery crouches between my knees.

“Can I get you a drink or something? I’m sure there’s a med kit here somewhere, they might have ice packs.” Looking in all directions, her hair falls free of its tie. She gives my thighs a reassuring squeeze and moves to leave. I quickly grip her wrists, holding her in place.

“I think…Um, no I need…”

“What is it? Anything,” Avery says in earnest. Her face is so close, those wide eyes swallowing me whole. I don’t even care about the women milling around in the background anymore. Reaching out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my voice is thick and husky.

“I need to finish what I started.” Those eyes darken instantly, a quick inhale parting Avery’s plump lips. I’d think myself as too bold and totally out of line if it wasn’t for the visceral response I watch take over Avery’s face. Pulling her lip into her teeth, she quickly glances over my right shoulder. Then we’re moving, her gentle tug firm and her gaze avoiding those watching on. Opening a door beside the one marked for the main gym, I’m promptly shoved inside.

A light flickers to life, illuminating shelves of equipment. Pink dumbbells and medicine balls, half steps and foam rollers. A standing rack juts out at the far end with hanging yoga mats. The door clicks. I watch Avery’s hand retract from the lock, her cheeks deepening with crimson as she passes me and takes a yoga mat. Tossing it on the floor, she suddenly looks at me and I forget how to breathe.

“Strip and lie down. We won’t have long.”

“I feel like you pre-planned this,” I mutter, quickly doing exactly what she said. Avery does the same. Sneakers are kicked in all directions, my shorts tossed and catching on a shelf. My boxers are chucked aside and I’m on my back in the next breath, my cock jumping to attention. Not my first choice of venue but I can’t deny the desire anymore. Avery, now gloriously naked, settles over my hips.

“Habit I suppose,” she shrugs. My hands are too busy trailing the indents in her waist. “With someone like Garrett, it’s a good idea to have all of the private spots picked out ahead of time.”

Like a bucket of ice cold water dousing my excitement, my hands go still on her hips. Avery realizes her mistake a moment too late, gasping and leaning forward to stroke my chest.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-” I shift us both in a flurry. Avery yelps, forced to hold onto my shoulders as I stand and take her with me. If Garrett was in my place, he sure as shit wouldn’t be laying on his back waiting for instruction. Pushing her back into the shelves, my eyes are hooded.

“Is this better?” I ask. There was no venom in my tone but Avery winces anyway.

“Dax, I didn’t mean it like I was expecting to be here with him. I’m glad it’s you. I want it to be you.” Avery’s naturally-thick eyelashes fan closed. She’s mentally berating herself, and even though my dick is a throbbing pest between us, I stop to smooth the crease from her eyebrows with my thumb.

I know the saying - nice guys finish last - but I can’t help it. It’s not in me to be controlling. I won’t be the one to dominate Avery and draw out every ounce of pleasure she didn’t know she had. And that’s okay. She has that already. I bring something different to the table.

Not having the words to explain the unfurling in my chest, I press my mouth down onto Avery’s. She responds instantly. Tentative at first, our lips soon grow more confident, matching the urgency we felt on the court. I pour everything I’m unable to say through the connection, forcing the world out. It’s just us now.

Soft touches soon turn heated, forcefully crashing against each other in a bid to get closer. Avery’s nails scrape gently across the upper half of my back while her other hand skates over my hair. Holding my head firmly in place, she eagerly pushes her tongue into my mouth. A low moan escapes me as our tongues fight for control.

Unable to hold back any longer, I grip the back of her thighs and push her further into the shelves. The metal is probably pressing into her back but she urges me on, rolling her hips and drawing me further into the drawing whirlpool of her eyes. My dick is sliding over her slick entrance, toying with her clit. I’ve forced myself to hold back, allowing Garrett to hound her like a dog in heat every day, but there was no need. Being the fallback guy doesn’t mean I’m incompetent. It doesn’t mean I’m any less than the others, or that I can’t offer Avery the same pleasure.

My hands roam her soft thighs and midsection. Smoothing my thumbs along her ribs, I explore the line beneath her heavy breasts and she pushes her chest out ever so slightly. A low noise which could be confused with a growl passes through my chest. Pushing my hands between us, I fondle her luscious breasts, massaging and committing the shape, weight and feel of them to memory. Avery squirms, grinding my painfully hard cock against her core. The heat radiating from her center makes my mouth water, thirsty for a taste of her. Next time, when we have a bed, a more substantial lock and all the time in the world.

Returning my hand to her thigh, I drag my thumb along the inside until I reach her clit. She took me so willingly on the court, and now isn’t any different. Sensing her impatience by the iron grip of legs tightening around my waist, I press down hard and rub small circles. Avery bites down on my bottom lip. Pushing both hands through my hair, her nails draw lines across my scalp. I’m a fool to think I’m the one teasing her, when it’s my control which is quickly slipping.

“Avery,” I rasp against her mouth, beginning to spiral. In response, she reaches between us, tilts my dick upright and seats herself on it. Our groans cancel each other out, the slow descent of her pussy over my shaft utterly euphoric. Bottoming out on the base of my shaft, we still, savoring the feeling of her stretched tightly around me. I could stand like this forever,peppering her face with kisses while she warms my cock. She deserves to be cherished and adored, but there’s not enough time.

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