Make me - Harringrove

                                    

                                          
⚠️Angry Sex/Brat Tamer-Dom Dynamic/BDSM/Rough housing/Mommy Issues-Daddy Issues⚠️
Billy's POV: 
"Make me" 
Were the words that left my lips in response to Steve telling me to stop. 
My eyes stayed laid on Steve's in a challenging manner from across the gym,  squinted, waiting for him to take the bait I so easily casted to him. My arms were crossed out of annoyance. 
I can see the gears grinding behind those stupid brown eyes. 
He liked the back and forth. The tension. Too big to admit it though.
The truth being the small touches during practice and glances that I can feel burning into me from the locker room while I'm showering aren't left unnoticed. I know they are intentional. 
His head is too big, his reputation is too valuable. Why should I stop? 
Was it the backing my ass into his groin or the occasional sultry look I gave during practice?
"What did you just say Hargrove?" Steve rasped angrily,walking away from the other teammates to stand just a couple feet away from me. 
Him coming forward towards me hit me like a truck. Everyone was staring from afar. 
"I said make me stop" I whispered challenging him again. 
"I've had enough of your games you're always looking for attention" He hissed and I laughed playfully, causing him to give me a wild look and crowd my space which caught me off guard. 
"Do that again and you'll regret it" He practically spit at me, seething heavily looking at me like I just did the worst thing in the world. 
"Do what again?" I perked up questioning and I couldn't help but enjoy this banter, adding fuel to the fire. 
He wanted me to stop pushing myself against him. 
To stop acting like a slut
But I didn't want to stop, I enjoyed this too much. 
We stood there inches away from each other for a bit and eventually, he faltered and took off storming out of the gym. 
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I couldn't help it, when I received an invite to Harringtons house party through a friend I couldn't resist the opportunity to get under his thick skin because he probably won't be expecting me there. 
Why would he invite me? I bother him too much. 
Once I arrived at Steve's house with one foot in the doorway in an instant, like flies on shit multiple women's eyes were on me. The more I entered the room, the more they bore their eyes, batting their lashes at me. 
Out of the corner of my eye I see Harrington, glance up at me from where he's sat in the living with his posse surrounding him giving me a smug look.
He made me mad and what really pissed me off was I hated not being able to get what I want from him. I guess I had this obsession with provoking him because everything came so easily to him, the women, the popularity and he seemed unobtainable, untouchable.
It was that itch I couldn't scratch and I really wanted to scratch my finger nails down his back. 
"What are you doing here?" 
I turned around so fast it almost gave me whiplash and was met with eyes that were once brown but now looked like pools of black. 
"I got invited to your shindig is that okay? Harrington" I teased.
"Enough" he warned shooting me a dagger. It felt like ice touching my skin. It stung. 
"Enough of what Steve? I'm just standing here" 
"What makes you think you can just show up here without asking permission?" He asked, I watched closely and to my surprise, there was a hint of something in his eyes, something surprising.