Dirty Fighters

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 me.
    Oh, sweet baby Jesus, his lips were perfect as they covered mine. I moaned and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I was lost in his kiss and the feeling of his hard cock grinding against my own, fuck he was going to make me cream in my shorts. It was a few minutes before I got my head back in the game. Once again, I was reminding myself we were fighting and that I was going to win that fight. I pushed at his shoulders and he pulled back licking his lips.
    “You cheating fuckface, that has to be a disqualification, foreign objects aren't allowed. And that tongue is definitely a foreign object.”
    Striker just grinned at me before responding, “Really? You want to win by a disqualification?” Fuck, when he put it like that it did make me sound like a chicken-shit.
    “No, I would much rather kick your ass,” I said before sweeping out from under Striker and rolling him into a mount, he ended up on his back with me straddling his hips. I was stretched out over him holding his biceps to the mat. Instead of trying to break my grip or reverse our positions, he began thrusting his hard cock against my ass. He pulled both his legs up with his feet flat on the ground making his thrusts sturdier. Bouncing me a little each time he shoved up against me. Bastard.
    I was so turned on I could barely focus at all and he just licked his lips. “If you wanted to ride me, all you had to do was say so,” he purred, trying to sound seductive. Sexy fucker thought he was just so smooth, and I’m sure with his devilish smile and sly tongue most guys ate it up, or dropped to their knees and sucked it up. I waited for him to thrust his hips up and I pushed myself forward so I could get my knees on his shoulders. As I did that, I reached behind me with my right arm and hooked it around his thigh under his knee. I watched the smirk fade from his face as he realized I was about to pin him. He tried to struggle, but I already had his leg in a firm grip, and my knees were pressing his shoulders into the mat.
    He gave up struggling after a few seconds and just looked at me. “Guess you win. Better go grab the lube and condoms above the dryer before you claim your prize.” I just nodded before getting up and walking across the room to get the supplies. When I turned back around, Striker was on his knees with his face on the mat, his ass in the air. He had removed his white shorts but remained in his jock. His knees were far enough apart I could see my prize. I wanted to rush over and dive into that sweet ass, but made myself go slowly. I wanted Striker to think I was in control even though I knew if he ordered me to do something, I’d do whatever the hell he wanted.
    Kneeling behind him, I put my hands on his firm ass cheeks and started squeezing. Like a target, the jocks waistband and the straps around each thigh framed his ass perfectly, leaving his hole in the center waiting to be fucked. I leaned in with my mouth open and gently nipped at his left cheek. He moaned and I bit his other cheek but much harder, just let my teeth sink in, not hard enough to break the skin, just hard enough to leave my mark. I loved the taste of his skin, salty from sweating but it was a clean manly sweat. It even smelled delicious. I used my tongue and slowly licked my way up to his lower back.
    “Please,” Striker moaned, “fuck me already.”
    “You know for as enthusiastic as you were to fuck me, you sure are an eager bottom.”
    “I'm just a horny bastard. I love to drive, but I am just as happy to go along for the ride.” He wiggled his sexy ass at me again. “Shut up and get to fucking.”
    “No,” I said firmly, “I will decide when or if I fuck you.” I wasn’t sure when I got myself back under control, but I was planning to keep it that way. “Suck me,” I ordered as I stood back up. I was pleased when Striker immediately pushed himself up onto his knees. He turned to face me and quickly pulled my shorts down around my ankles, leaving me in my black