You can't resist anymore.

You get only a few seconds to breathe once Alex gets up. Your nose and throat burn. Your eyes water. You're so **** to drink in fresh, clean air that you don't see the jock pulling his jeans down to the spot just above his knees. He made his way back to your head, condescendingly smiling at the way you're crawling away in vain.

"Nope. You got more, farmer."

It happens so fast. Alex puts you in a headlock between his sweaty, manly thighs and you're right back where he had you: Trapped against his smoking gun.

With your bodies so close, your own belly can feel the resonating rumble from his. One of his arm pins your legs together in a sort of hugging manner as the other gropes your ass. He holds you close and pushing his own legs to guide your head closer. Too close. All the while he's enjoying this a little too much if that growing shaft in his pants indicates anything.