A little of both

"You really think you can beat me?" Colleen demanded. "From here, I can squeeze the breath out of you until you beg for mercy."

He didn't think he was the one who'd be begging for mercy. He suspected she wasn't as confident as she sounded either. She had a definite blush to her pale face and her breasts were heaving... from exertion or something else. From the way the tips of her nipples pointed through her bra and leotard, he'd bet there as at least a little excitement going on.

He stroked the inside of her thighs, sliding his fingers up until they brushed against her pussy through her leotard.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Rot grinned. "The deal was, if I win, I get to do anything I want."

Colleen shook her head. "No. The deal was, I wouldn't get in your way with Brianna."

"Maybe that's how you interpreted it." He rubbed his thumb against her covered slit and Colleen shuddered.

"Besides," she was breathing hard. "you haven't beaten me. We're at an impasse and sooner or later, you'll weaken." She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in, her fingernails gouging for his eyes.

"You fight dirty, don't you?" Rather than resist, he went with her, pressing his cock against her covered pussy, covering her breasts with his chest, and protecting his face by bringing his head next to hers... and licking her ear.

She jerked in response, loosening her legs just enough to let him slide up, into the mount position, his knees pressing her breasts together to create a really nice cleavage.

"From here," he said, "I could **** you out, punch you, or go for a submission. So, why not admit you lost?"

"And let you **** me?"

"Well you did promise me anything I want--"

"That's not what I meant."