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“Oh, ya want to batter me? Fine.” Liam raised his fists. “I’m happy to settle once and for all who’s the better man. I was light-weight champion for three years running at Exeter. Woulda been four,” he smirked, “but I got thrown out for fighting.”
This time it was Mack’s turn to smirk. “Think you know how to fight because you could beat up some other pansy assed rich kids?” He shook his head and pulled off his boxing gloves, cracking his fingers as he went. “This is gonna be fun.”
He faked a jab and then reared back, letting loose a punch that would have smashed Liam’s face in. If the little fucker hadn’t danced away at the last second, that was.
“Boxing is all about footwork,” Liam said, doing more of that stupid bouncing around bullshit.
Mack was almost too busy laughing at him to dodge when Liam let out a left-cross. He barely managed to knock Liam’s hand away mid-air.
But Liam was ready and came back with his right, landing one right on Mack’s jaw. Motherfucking piss ant son of a—
Mack roared and ran full speed into Liam. He caught him off guard and took him to the dirt floor. Liam grunted in pain as Mack landed on top of him but Mack didn’t waste a second pinning him and then trying to get his arm around the fucker’s neck to choke him out. Right before he could, though, Liam grabbed Mack’s shoulder, jerked his arm across, and then rolled out from underneath him. Slippery little fuck—
Next second he was jumping on Mack’s back and slamming him into the ground. Then he did some fucking ninja move, grabbing Mack’s arm, putting a hand around the back of his neck, and then ramming into him from the side until he flipped Mack on his back.
Mack struggled but the bastard still had one hand around Mack’s neck and his knee on Mack’s other arm.
Liam grinned in Mack’s face as Mack wriggled and fought to get free. “Did I mention I also dabbled in wrestling?”
Superior piece of shit. Mack might not know any fancy fucking wrestling techniques, but he knew the basics of getting out of a tight spot. He reached behind his head and grabbed Liam’s hand, jerked it down with pure force, then jammed his elbow into Liam’s body. He used the momentum to flip Liam so he was on his back.
Liam hit hard and his chest moved up and down as he breathed heavily underneath Mack’s body. His teeth clenched. “So you know how to get out of a half nelson. Good for you.”
“I know how to get a mouthy little shit on his back, if that’s what you mean.” Mack ground Liam into the floor, chest to chest.
The more Liam jerked and tried to get out of his hold, the wider Mack’s smile got. “Guess brute strength wins out over breeding.”
Liam’s face went red and he tried to knee Mack in the kidneys from behind. Mack just shifted so he pinned Liam’s entire body and not just his upper half. Which meant his pelvis came into contact with Liam’s.
He almost jerked back at what he felt.
Liam had a huge fucking hard-on.
Liam’s eyes flashed and he yanked to try to get away from Mack. All that accomplished was rubbing his cock more against Mack’s. Liam was wearing jeans but Mack only had on athletic shorts and he felt every inch.
When his own cock stiffened in response, again Mack almost pulled back and let Liam go. But then he saw the way Liam’s face had gone cherry with embarrassment.
“So I’m white trash not worth the shit on your shoes,” Mack sneered, “but you still want to fuck me.”
Liam’s nostrils flared as he glared back at Mack, jerking again to try to dislodge him. With the same results—he wasn’t going anywhere.
Mack lifted up slightly but only to get enough momentum to slam his body back down on Liam’s. The move had their cocks grinding together even more.
“Sure, I’d fuck you,” Liam shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “Or have you chauffeur me around. Or wipe down the table after I eat.” Liam’s eyes went flinty even as one side of his mouth lifted. “There’s all kind of uses for the help.”
Mack laughed. “You got one thing wrong there, little boy.” Keeping Liam’s arms pinned at his sides, he rolled him until Liam’s chest was smashed into the ground. “I don’t get fucked,” he hissed in Liam’s ear from behind. “I do the fucking.”
Then, moving to hold both of Liam’s wrists behind his back with one hand, Mack reached underneath Liam, jerked the button of Liam’s jeans free, and shoved them down to expose his toned ass.
For a second neither of them said anything. Until Liam bit out, “Condom. Back pocket.”
Holy shit. Mack was bluffing. He’d just meant to put Liam in his place. He didn’t expect him to…
Mack shoved his hand into the back pocket of Liam’s jeans. He yanked out the condom. Stared at it for a moment. Then he ripped the packaging open with his teeth.
He’d show this Irish motherfucker once and for all who was in fucking charge. They’d get it out of their system. Then Mack would be done with him.
Mack shoved his own shorts down and rolled the lubed condom down his cock.
