35. Skye
CHAPTER 35
SKYE
Brooks screamed as I pulled him out of his hiding spot by his hair. It was a good spot. I might not have found him if he hadn’t been wiggling around so much. Then the watch vibrating was the final nail in the coffin.
“Look at my pretty little prize—a fuck, you little shit!” Brooks kicked me in the shin. It was hard enough that I lost my grip on his hair, but before he could get away, I hauled back and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back and fell on his ass.
I smiled dangerously at him. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Fuck you, you fucking creep!” I stalked toward him, and Brooks scrambled backwards, trying to get enough space so he could run.
I launched forward. Brooks kicked out and got me in the gut. Hard. “Fuck.”
He managed to get to his feet and took a few steps, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought he was getting away that quickly. I tackled him from behind, both of us crashing to the hard ground with an oomph.
Brooks didn’t move and neither did I, as both of us had our breath knocked out of us from the impact. It didn’t last long though, and then he was bucking under my weight. “Get the fuck off me, you fucking pervert!”
I laughed, fully sinking into the headspace. “I don’t fucking think so. I can’t wait to get my fill of a pretty boy like you.”
“Not on your fucking life.” Brooks pushed off the ground with enough force he almost succeeded in bucking me off. But this had been where I’d always shined when I’d still fought professionally, and he wouldn’t get me off him that easily. I squeezed the back of his neck, forcing his face into the dirt below him. He slammed his hand on the ground and tried to kick out at me again, but I had him dead to rights.
I pressed my body against him, dragging my hips along his ass. Brooks moaned, giving himself away. I laughed.
“See, little rabbit. You’re trying to fight it, but listen to you moan like a little slut. Don’t lie to yourself. You want this.”
I dragged his head up so he could answer. “Fuck you.”
“Is that all you know how to say?”
I adjusted my position so I could pull his pants down. I got them about halfway before Brooks’s fight came back full force. He dug his nails into the wrist holding his hair, hard enough to draw blood. I let go. “Ahh, fuck.”
He somehow managed to twist around so he was facing me and slapped my face. Well, he tried to. I caught his hand easily.
“Come on, is that all you got?”
Brooks spit in my face. “I haven’t even gotten started, fucker.”
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” Still holding his wrist in my grip, I wiped the spit off with the back of my other hand. Brooks tried to hit me again and grazed my face, but I was able to grab him. I pinned his wrists above his head on the ground.
“Now, come on, pretty boy, stop fighting this. I can tell how much you want it.” I thrust my hips so my cock dragged along his. Even through two layers of pants, I could feel how hard Brooks was.
“See, your body doesn’t lie.” I growled.
He shook his head, desperately trying to get out of my hold. “No, you’re wrong. I don’t. I don’t want this.” He sounded close to tears, and if I couldn’t see how much he desired this, I might’ve stopped.
“You’re just lying to yourself.”
I slammed my mouth to his then, dominating his with mine. Just as he started to relent, to go pliant under my touch, I bit on his lip hard enough for Brooks to scream.
“Ahh! Fucking asshole.”
I took advantage of his moment of disorientation to switch my grip so I was holding his wrists with just one hand and worked to pull his pants down. His cock sprung free.
“Look at that,” I replied cruelly. “You can pretend all you want, but this doesn’t lie.” I wrapped my hand around his base and squeezed, hard. He screamed. I quickly glanced around our surroundings. Brooks was being so fucking loud, I was sure Luca and Mav could hear him, but so far no sign of them.
He went wild then, kicking and flailing in my grip. At one point, he managed to headbutt me hard enough that tears formed in my eyes. I got his pants down to his knees, and before he had a chance to do any real damage to me, I flipped Brooks back to his stomach.
“Right where you belong,” I whispered in his ear before pulling my own cock out.
I was holding him down by the back of his head, pressing his front into the hard ground. It wasn’t fucking easy, Brooks was a wiggly fucker, but somehow I got his knees under him, his ass in the air. I knelt behind him, my fingers digging into his hips.
“Enough.” I slapped his ass, hard. “Now stay still and take it.”
“Fuck you, never.” I slapped his ass again, and again, then again. I kept at it until Brooks’s cheeks were beet red and he was crying under me. Still so hard that he was dripping though.
I slid my hand in between his legs and ran a finger over his tip, taking some of that precum then smearing it across the side of his face.
“You still gonna lie to me and say you don’t want this?”
“Go fuck yourself.” He spit, but his mouth was too dry and he wasn’t in the position for it to land anywhere but the ground. I just laughed, spread his ass cheeks, and lined up.
“Time to take my fucking prize.”
I started to push in, not needing to prep him at all with how much he’d stretched himself out earlier. It woke him up again and Brooks began fighting tooth and nail. We somehow ended up on our sides, my one hand around his mouth, shutting him the fuck up, and the other one around his middle, trying to hold him still, his arms pinned to his sides. I had my bottom leg wrapped around his, pinning him in place as I finally fully entered him.
“Ahh, perfect. You’re finally fucking quiet, and your hole feels as good as I expected. It’s loose though. I knew you were a little whore begging for it.”
Brooks whined, but he was helpless. With his mouth blocked, his safeword was to tap me five times in rapid succession. I made sure, even with his arms pinned, he was touching a part of my body that I’d be able to feel.
“So fucking pretty. Perfect little hole. This is exactly where you belong.”
I felt another presence before I actually saw or heard anything. I knew they were getting close, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Not when I was buried balls deep in my perfect trophy. I flipped us again, ignoring Brooks’s grunt, and started to fuck him harder from the new angle. Just a few more minutes and I’d . . .
Something hit me from the side, hard enough that I slipped out of Brooks, falling to my side. “The fuck?”
Brooks screamed, but then I lost all sight of him because a massive weight was on me. I looked up. The face leering down at me was covered in a balaclava, but I’d recognize those eyes anywhere. Then all I saw were stars as he cracked me across the face.
“Did you really think you were in charge here? That you could take our fucking prize? You’re just a fucking slut like him, a dirty whore who needs both his holes filled. It’s time to show you your place.”