A/N: Mature content (bxg from here out).

Before my dad died, he told me I was the most infuriatingly stubborn person he'd ever known.

I told him it was his fault, flipped him a middle finger, and air kissed his pathetic ass goodbye.

Growing up, I was my school's anti-bully bully. Even in elementary school, I despised bigger kids who picked on anyone who was smaller, meeker, quieter, and fuck-forbid different.

My ass was in detention and the Principal's Office more than I was in class until I was yanked out of high school for an 'alternative intervention' GED program. Yet, even when we took the drive of shame home after I was expelled too many times my freshman year, Dad sat silently behind the wheel. He had no argument against the fact I'd stood up against social injustice, just the particular methods I employed.

I like to hope I've gotten better at channeling my anger, or at least gotten more creative.

While I sure wanted my fist punched into Arrogant Ass' chiseled jaw or my knee rammed up into his half bricked-up erection, this job was literally the only aspect of my life that I got out of bed since I'd been unfairly fired from the last one. So, I buried that inner rage deep inside, where it simmered and festered in a dull heat in my stomach, and led him back to the changing rooms under the pure stupidity that he was actually interested in a leather G-string.

He probably won't even try it on.

I flipped back one of the privacy curtains and the overhead metal rings screeched along the overhead curtain rod. After I stepped inside, I hung up the chili chokers on a hanger rack, turned, and smacked my face right into a hard wall of muscles.

"Ugh," I grunted out as a small burst of pain nipped at the tip of my nose, my head snapped up, and my feet stumbled a half of a step backwards.

Two warm, large palms cupped onto my elbows, accompanied with long fingers that wrapped around my upper arms and seared heat into my bare skin. I steadied my hands on a soft, light gray wall that pulsed with warm beats. A couple eye blinks later, I realized Arrogant Ass' hands had -

"Evan," his voice murmured down at me.

At the warm, gravelly sound, my eyes dragged upwards. They ran over the wide plans of his chest right in front of my face, up the defined, angled cords of his neck, and the strong, U-shaped curve in his jawline that was shadowed from my angle underneath him. By the time I pulled my head back, a flash of stormy blue gray stared down at me.

An unattractive grunt passed out my parted lips. "Huh?"

"My name is Evan." The corners of his lips curled upwards as the warm thumps strengthened against my palms. "Not arrogant ass."

"Hands off." I shoved him backwards, then palmed my own chest, where my heart beat wildly. My upper arms still flamed warm, like his hands were still secured around them.

His blonde-haired head tipped sideways as his eyes darkened but that damn smirk I already hated puffed out into a slight pout. "You're not going to help me try it on?"

I blinked impassively at him, so his eyes dropped downwards between us. Mine followed, right down to the semi-erection in his sweatpants that poked itself straight in my direction.

Within one step, I pushed my body flush against his. Mine was like a squishy piece of melted cheese compared to his muscular chest and abs, but I palmed those rounded, rock-hard shoulders. With a purposeful rub of my pelvis over his erection, I raised up onto my tip toes and brushed my lips over the shell of his ear.

"If I wanted your pants on the floor, then they'd already be there."

I followed up my promise with my teeth sunk into the soft flesh of his ear lobe, which earned me a shudder down the back of his stupidly corded neck. My lips were the ones that smirked when I exited the changing room with a purposeful sway of my hips, then drew the curtain shut before he responded further.

A low-toned chuckle hit my ears as I rounded the corner. His three friends stood awkward as fuck next to the counters, spines stiff, the black and red bags rested against their thighs, and eyes glued down at their phones like they wanted all eye contact avoided.

"He might be a while, needs a smaller size." I plastered a smile across my lips while they laughed, then pointed out the glass entrance doors. "The coffee house next door has really good smoothies and -"

"Giant cookies," Beanie Boy piped up as he chewed with a pair of edible underwear half hung out of his mouth.

At least he paid for them but fuck, that's weird.

As three out of the four muscle men politely thanked me again, then exited, I heaved a slow, deep sigh. My feet trailed behind them as I walked over to the entrance doors, locked them, then flipped the 'be back in 15min!' sign.

"Time to pop an ego," I murmured to my reflection in the glass. "Needles first."

I whistled shrilly as I perused through the store and grabbed a few men's clothing items, two smaller sizes of his G-string, and an XL condom from the 'STDs are free, so these are too!' fishbowl near the register. At the back of the store, I grabbed a couple items I'd set aside from the 'removed merchandise' discount shelf, namely a pair of dual-nipple clamps and the gentlest gag we carried. Mentally, I already had a game plan but the guy was a total stranger so I wanted some backup gear just in case.

Three years here, I knew the store better than anyone else. Security cameras were positioned for every inch on the floor, the sidewalks outside, most of the parking lot behind it, and the hallways outside the dressing rooms but not within the rooms themselves for privacy. Let's just say a previously employed perv enjoyed a bit too much happy time when he reviewed those feeds, so those cameras were disabled and removed.

So, for my plan to work, I needed it to look like I helped Arrogant Ass into complicated clothing options like the good, helpful little salesgirl I was.

In reality, he was going to learn that he'd fucked with the wrong fuckgirl.

Preferably the hard way.

With zero hesitation, I flung open his room's curtain. My mouth dropped wide open and I nearly dropped everything I clutched in my arms at the sight I saw inside. Evan stood in, truly dressed only in the leather number and the rest of his clothes discarded. He might've kept his socks on but my eyes didn't travel that far down.

His leather G-string bulged in exactly the right spot and my eyes drank in the blocks and undulations of muscles this guy's torso sported. His skin was lightly tanned all over, except a paler underwear line around his narrow hips that I barely noticed because of the amazingly sharp, downward curves in his hip bones and pelvis.

Oh, I can do so much work with this.

No, no I can't.

Like my type-casted nickname, Arrogant Ass spun partially and flashed me two pale, well-sculpted ass cheeks that swallowed the black strip in between them. My mouth dried at the sight of his giant, muscular thighs, dotted with fine blonde hairs. From the back, the G-string hid nothing and, at least on his backside, the guy was not just well-trimmed, but completely hairless.

Interesting. Wonder what else he's hiding.

With the most unladylike movements, I shuffled the items in my arms onto my left forearm, discreetly tucked the condom into my right thigh-high strap under my skirt, and stepped around his mostly naked frame.

A wall of heat in the form of two muscular arms caged around me as I dropped the items into a pile on the small dressing bench next to his discarded clothes. My skin heated as rough fingers shamelessly traveled up the front of my left leg, then threaded in between my thighs and rose up higher. My lower pulse point throbbed like a fucking homing beacon for them, but I turned and swatted Evan's hand away.

"Do you need a fitting check?" I purred up from under my lashes.

With our height difference and my four-inch boot heel, my nose came to his shoulder but I was beyond aroused at the idea I brought this tree-sized wall of muscles and zero brain cells down to his knees.

Evan's lips parted and he flicked the tip of the tongue in between the seam, then swallowed thickly and nodded. I stepped closer until the tips of my nipples skimmed over his bare sternum. In a retribution move, my palms flattened onto the meaty muscle in the middle of his inner thighs and I dragged my hands upwards.

As expected, his chest hitched in slight bumps that tingled my nipples with friction from inside my push-up's confines. His abdominal muscles tightened into defined shapes and my mouth salivated at the idea I drew over them with my tongue. Instead, with a mostly steady breathing pattern, I traced the outside edges of leather with the tips of my index and middle fingers. To my surprise, my fingers came into contact with warm, smooth, and bare skin down there.

Very interesting.

By the time I curved my hands up the thin slits of fabric that sat his hips, then cupped as much of his ass that fit into my palms, Evan sure panted like a neanderthal. The skin on his sides flamed as warm as the heat omitted from his chest, like a heating pad warmed my face. I teased my right index finger up and down the thin leather strap sandwiched between his cheeks and successively pressed harder with each downward stroke.

"Good fit?" I murmured quietly and tapped my finger tip right where his back hole sat.

Missionary and exit-only squeamish guys would've jolted at the back door knock but Evan's eyes pooled with heat until he looked like either wanted to burn me alive or fucking devour me. His jaw ticked with tension and he pressed his lips together tightly. Blood rushed up his neck, painted his skin a lovely shade of pink, and raised the veins like tributaries that ran over the tightly pulled cords of muscles.

I was very aware that his leather pouch strained to the point where the sides cut slightly into his hips and fought the urge that I cupped my other hand over his erection.

He's practically begging me to... good.

"Good fit," he rasped out, with a noticeable challenge still laid under that cocky tone of voice.

With the exception of his elevated breaths and body temperature, Evan stood completely still, almost as if he waited for my next move. We stood in private but if anyone saw us, then all they would've seen was my arms around him in some kind of weird ass-hug.

A single twitch of my lips broke my gaze on his reactions and I smacked both my palms into his ass cheeks. The loud crack broke the thick, heated silence between us as my eyes transfixed on Evan's face for his reaction. While I'd expected he cursed or flinched, I couldn't have been more shocked when his eyes widened, lips parted, and a low groan rolled out.

Well, fuck. He liked that.

This might be harder than I thought.

"Guess you don't need a smaller size," I murmured more to myself as my heart thumped stronger in my chest.

With nearly an infinite toolkit at my disposal, I withdrew my hands and leaned forwards toward another erogenous zone that not all men preferred. With rapidly fluttered movements of my index and middle fingers, I tapped lightly over the dusty pink discs that sat slightly offset on his pillowy chest muscles. In rapid, light movements, I simultaneously teased both until they raised with goosebumps and his nipples tightened into a hard, central nub.

Once erect, I brought the tip of both middle fingers to the pad of my thumbs, then flicked my middle fingernails with a hard snap, again each side simultaneously.

"Ohhhh..."

My skin warmed when he moaned, released so quickly that I knew it wasn't controlled. Louder than his previous moans, dragged out, and full of frustration, this groan rumbled like thunder through his chest. A pink flush ran over his nipples at the contact point, so I flicked them again, harder. This time, anticipation was on his side and only the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

While my fingers practically twitched that I used the nipple clamps that I'd brought back with me, along with a gag, those would've required a serious conversation about limits and consent. We were on a time constraint but I honestly couldn't have cared less about Evan's pleasure. The strained leather between his legs told me more than enough and I just wanted him riled up, teased, then slammed with a severe punch to his ego.

Like an invisible pull drew me closer, I leaned over and pressed my lips over his right nipple. Having been with a few girls, I knew my way around breasts. Although Evan's pecs were obviously flatter and harder, his nipples responded just the same. They stayed pebbled up and sensitive as I circled my tongue over the hard nub I'd flicked, then pursed my lips, sucked hard, and drew it between my teeth.

Evan bristled under the contact and finally flinched when I bit down. As I chased the sting with my tongue, my eyes traced down his nearby arm. The veins bulged like they wanted to burst out of his skin. I followed them over his bicep and forearm, all the way down to his strained wrist and tightly clenched fist.

My eyes fluttered closed at the idea he threaded those long fingers up under my skirt and relieved the warm ache that rose up between my legs. I squeezed my pelvic floor muscles against it, then slowly released them but my vagina's pulse point had definitely been activated.

Focus, Dee. Unravel the ass, not yourself.

Evan's forearms twitched when I moved sides and I exhaled sharply out my nose. He wanted to touch me but wasn't sure where the line was drawn. I'd left it purposely blurred so that he felt frustrated even more. A surge of heat rolled through me from the silent power struggle as I bit down on his other nipple.

Again, since expectation was on his side, Evan's only reaction was his hands clenched harder. Admittedly, I liked the sight of his tensed muscles and how the veins practically burst out of his other bicep too.

Considering who I worked over here, I liked his reactions more than I wanted to admit. Thankfully for me, unlike the for-sure uncomfortable situation between Evan's legs, the trickling sensation of warm arousal between my legs stayed well hidden.

"Sit down," I ordered in a voice that sounded a lot more breathless than I felt comfortable with.

Cool down. Again, unravel him, Delilah... him.

Evan blinked a few times, then looked over the bench I pointed at with a hazy glaze over his eyes. They reminded me of a grayer blue sky on a cloudy day with a threatened storm on the horizon. His dark blonde eyebrows creased and fingers stayed tightened up into fists. He obviously disliked being bossed around, or at least wasn't used to it, but I just raised an eyebrow and pointed again.

His bare ass cheeks hit the wood bench with a soft plop and I wondered what sound they made if I'd truly smacked them.

Say, with a paddle if he's interested... No, I'm not concerned with what Arrogant Ass is interested in.

Evan's eyes followed every movement I made as I reached around and grabbed one of the extra menswear items on the bench near him. A few steps away, I flung it over the top railing of the privacy curtain.

"What -" he started when I looked back and found his eyes dropped down to my ass.

Typical.

"Buying you some time, Evan," I chirped back with a smirk because, to any security feed of the hallway, it looked like I'd gone in and assisted Evan trying on all kinds of kinky and hard to put on solo options, like the chainmail shirt I'd just flung over. "Unless, you want to try this on?"

As I stepped back closer, his jaw clenched as tight as the white-knuckled grip he held on the bench. "What I want," he started in a growl that warned I toyed with the borderline of his patience, which was exactly what I hoped for.

"What you want...Evan..." I bent over, slammed my hands on top off the back of his, jutted my ass out, and dipped my breasts down below his chin level. "Is to fuck me, don't you, Evan? You want to fuck me so hard that I'm moaning and screaming your name, hmm... Evan?"

His throat tightened as he swallowed, his lips parted slightly, and he dragged his pink tongue over them. Under my palms, the hold his hands clenched down with was so tight, I was surprised he hadn't broken chunks off the bench. Every mention of his name, which I stressed harder each time I said it, was a direct poke into his ego and we both knew it.

Let's not unpack how sexy his name sounds when I say it. Nope.

Fire burned in his gaze as I dangled what he wanted, me, right within reach. His eyes stayed locked on mine, like we each silently tested the other's resolve. My ego hoped that he didn't drop his down, where he saw my own chest flushed warm and my breasts heaved with each of my own elevated breaths.

"How is that even a question," he rasped out in the perfect mix of strained desperation and heady want. With one lift of his chin, his lips teased the distance between us. While I gave his bravery credit as he tested the unchartered waters between us, one obvious thought flickered through my mind.

Yeah, that's not going to happen.

Before he brushed a light contact on my lips, I tilted my head and leaned forwards so his lips swept over my cheek instead. With a smirk, I reached over, stood up, put a lot of space between us as a reminder of who was in control here, and threw another clothing option over the rail.

Frustration burned in his eyes as I stepped back between his knees, turned around, palmed the narrow wall, and stuck my ass in his face. "Do it then."

His hands clenched down onto my hips and he tugged hard as he stood up. Inch by inch, his frame dwarfed mine in all dimensions, his hot breaths fanned over my shoulder and tickled the side of my neck. My heart rate skyrocketed and palms warmed where they contacted the walls. Trembles ran down my back as he leaned more of his weight onto me, in a switch that coiled me into submission and flushed heated throbs out from my core area like an epicenter of arousal.

"My turn," he murmured quietly and nipped his teeth into my neck.

His efforts drew a low moan up the back of my throat, but I choked it off with firmly pressed together lips. With my chin dipped lower, I smirked over my shoulder. "Take your best shot, fuckboy."