Chapter 1: The Head Scissor Gambit
Liam and Daniella tumbled into her apartment still buzzing from the gym, the late afternoon sun slicing through the blinds like it had a score to settle. Both in their late twenties, college friends turned workout rivals, they’d pushed each other harder than usual today. He’d hit a respectable 350 on the deadlift; she’d smoked 460 like it was nothing, her 5’5 frame hiding a power that always left him grinning and a little humbled.
“Admit it,” Daniella said, kicking off her sneakers and tossing her gym bag aside, sweat glistening on her toned arms. “You were staring when I locked that bar. Jealous of the view or just the numbers?”
Liam, towering at 6’1, laughed and dropped onto her couch, his sweatpants riding low on his hips. “Whatever, Dani. Deadlifts don’t make you a wrestler. I’ve got reach on you.”
She arched a brow, that sharp, playful fire in her eyes. “Reach? Please. I could outwrestle you right now, big guy. Bet you’d tap out in under a minute.”
“Whatever,” he repeated, smirking. “You’re all talk after those lifts.”
Daniella didn’t hesitate. She lunged, and suddenly they were grappling on the living room rug, limbs twisting in a sweaty tangle. Her laughter mixed with his grunts as she maneuvered with surprising speed, flipping him onto his back. Before he could react, her thighs clamped around his head in a head scissor hold—strong, unyielding, her quads flexing like steel cables.
“Give up yet?” she teased, voice husky from the effort, her body still warm and damp from the gym. Liam squirmed, but the pressure was firm, sending a rush straight to his core. He felt himself getting hard, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
Daniella glanced down, a wicked smile curving her lips. “Well, well. Someone’s enjoying the view from down there.” Her hand slid lightly over the bulge, stroking him through the material with slow, deliberate pressure. “Is that a yes to giving up, or are you just getting horny?”
He blushed, words failing him as heat flooded his face. She chuckled, not letting up on the hold, her fingers tracing the outline of his now fully hard cock. “Quiet, huh? I like that. Makes me think you want more.”
Sweating and panting, she loosened the scissor just enough to shift her weight, her free hand hooking into his waistband. Slowly, teasingly, she began pulling down his sweatpants, revealing the throbbing length beneath. “Let’s see what else you’ve been hiding, Liam. I’m not done playing yet—and neither is this dripping wet pussy of mine.”
Her grip tightened again, promising an explosive release as the chapter of their friendship cracked open into something far hotter.
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