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Fuck that.
I turn to leave the room, and Luca cackles from the bed. “Ohh, you’re going to need some good, regular fuckings to keep you loose.” He then snorts. “In more ways than one…”
As I leave the room, I just shake my head with a slight smile.
I’m not opposed to that.
FOURTEEN
“We’ll start with some grip variations in the butterfly sweep,” Ty says as we step onto the mats in the quiet gym, since no one is here yet at 9:30 on a Saturday morning.
And even though I’m tired as all hell from fucking late into the night last night, the sunlight streaming into the gym through the windows is a nice touch. Not that I plan on telling him that.
I yawn with a nod. “Yes, Master.”
He shoots me a look as he drops to his knees on the mat.
With a chuckle, I move into position as well, sitting on my butt before him and putting us into butterfly guard as I hook my feet around his inner thighs.
“So, what’s the plan here, boss?” I ask. “You going for the usual? Set me up to sweep you, but you block it and then pull out some kind of crazy-ass defense I’ve never seen before? Or should we just cut to the chase and you tell me I’m wrong before we even begin?”
He stares at me for a moment, blank faced, before he shakes his head. “Do a sweep, I’ll follow.”
My eyebrows lift in surprise. “Wow, you really are loose.” Then I smile. “How’s your ass?”
“Able to take more. But if you don’t shut up and get this started, I’ll shove the stick back up there myself.”
Oh my god.
I stare at him, jaw dropped. “That’s actually kinda hot,” I whisper.
Ty huffs out a breath of annoyance and shoves my head down into position against his chest to get started. And fuck, if that also doesn’t do something to me…
But now is not the time to entertain my dick. It’s time to put this asshole on his back.
Fuck. Come on, Luca. Focus.
With a deep breath, I keep myself low and close to his body, bringing my left arm under his to wrap around the back of his shoulder. And as my right hand grabs his elbow, I pop my leg down and roll to the right in one quick motion, taking him with me. And as I move him onto his back, I roll as well to lean over his torso, taking side control.
And now I have conflicting feelings. Because as much I love seeing him on his back, and that was a solid butterfly sweep, I’m actually pissed that he just let it happen without any of his fancy gotcha moments. I know they’re in there, and I can’t help but feel like I’ve just been set up.
“That was sloppy,” he says.
There it is.
“The fuck?” I push back onto my knees. “That was a textbook butterfly sweep. And you didn’t defend, so I did everything right.”
He sits up, nodding. “And if I did defend, you did everything wrong. You kept both hooks in, so before you even started I could have either stepped in to force a change in guard or grabbed your legs and tipped you back.”
My jaw clenches as I stare back at him. “And you couldn’t have told me this when I got into position?”
“You would have taken it?” he asks. “Because you started off with an attitude, telling me that wasn’t going to go well if I did.”
Fucking asshole.
“Argh,” I grunt, getting back into position and motioning for him to do the same. “Ok, whatever. So, I’ll keep one leg short to prevent you from stepping in or unbalancing me. Then what?”
As he moves onto his knees before me, I hook one foot on his thigh, and bend my other knee, bringing my foot in close to my butt.
