36. Luca
CHAPTER 36
LUCA
I stayed in the shadows, watching as Brooks scrambled to his feet, his attention fully on Maverick and Skye. He didn’t see me there, watching, waiting.
For a long moment, he just stood, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Then he seemed to finally get his bearings. He shook his head, like he was trying to shake off the fog, pulled his pants back up, and then took off at a run. Maverick and Skye didn’t even notice, too busy fighting each other. But I did.
I took a deep breath of my own, steeling myself before I went after him.
Maverick had thrown me for a fucking loop when he’d cornered me earlier and basically told me to do fucking better. I’d been defensive at first, then shaken up the more I’d thought about it. He was right. I’d been doing everything I’d promised Brooks I wouldn’t when he’d given me a second chance. Not for the same reasons, not even intentionally, but intentions didn’t matter, actions did. And once again, I was hurting Brooks by pushing him to the side and not honoring my portion of this dynamic.
I’d almost called the hunt off. Or at least pulled myself out of it. I hadn’t thought I was in the right headspace for this. I still wasn’t sure. But one look at Brooks’s hopeful face had me keeping my mouth shut. He needed this. I just hoped I could give him everything he wanted and deserved.
Before we made our move, Mav asked me again if I was okay or if I wanted to back out. He said they’d understand, and I knew they would. No one should play like this in the wrong headspace, but I’d get it right by the time I approached Brooks. I had to.
I kept my pace measured as I trailed behind Brooks. I wasn’t in a rush. I could hear Skye cursing up a storm behind me still and a grunt and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as someone got a good hit in. It was anyone’s guess on who it was. I kept pushing forward.
Brooks wasn’t being quiet. I swore he was hitting every twig, every crunchy leaf as he ran. He was also breathing hard and mumbling under his breath the whole time.
“I need to do more fucking cardio. This is ridiculous. But Luca is slower than I am. Can’t slow down. He won’t catch me if I keep running.”
That little brat. He thought I couldn’t catch him? I picked up the pace.
Brooks collided with something, a tree maybe? I heard him cursing, and then he was up and running again. I was closing in on him but still couldn’t see him. I couldn’t hear Skye and Maverick anymore though.
Suddenly, all the noise stopped. Fuck, what happened?
I approached cautiously, prepared for everything. The tree line was starting to clear, and that was when I saw them: the solar lights marking the end of the arena that Maverick had put in earlier. Brooks had hit the end of the map, so he’d realized he was trapped. Where had the little shit gone?
“Brooks!” I called out. I kept my back to the trees so he couldn’t sneak up on me and cautiously leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Suddenly, he was the ghost I knew he could be when he broke into homes. There was no trace of him. Just fucking silence.
I started to turn around. He must’ve reversed somewhere out of my sight and was backtracking. He wasn’t here anymore.
“Ummph.” Something landed on my back from above, knocking me to me knees and pulling my breath right the fuck out of me.
I was still trying to figure out what the fuck had happened when Brooks started to pound on my back. He was latched around me like a fucking monkey, absolutely laying into me.
“Fuck you, you creepy fucker! You thought you could attack me? How do you like being on this end?”
I grinned, finding myself sinking into the place where all I wanted to do was show my troublemaker exactly who the predator was here.
My hands caught Brooks’s arms and I had him flipped over my head and on his back in front of me. He gasped from the shock, and before he could fight back, I sat my full weight right on his chest.
“Shit!” His voice was raspy. “Get the fuck off me, fucking pervert.”
My backhand cracked across his face. “Shut the fuck up. I’ll teach you to disrespect me, little whore.”
Brooks bucked up and the palm of his hand slammed into my kidney. Fuck, that hurt. “You asshole!”
I somehow managed to get a hold of his wrists in one of my hands. He fought hard, but I was able to drag the rope I’d shoved in the side pocket of my pants out.
Brooks’s eyes widened when he saw it. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Showing you what happens to bad boys. Now turn around.”
“Yeah, I don’t fucking think so. Make me.”
“Remember you said that,” I warned.
Brooks was feisty, but I had experience taking down Skye. I eased off just enough that he thought he’d have a chance. He started to throw his weight forward to dislodge me. I caught his shoulders and had him flipped onto his stomach. His fingers dug into the dirt, trying to grab onto anything that would help him get away, but it was hopeless.
“Enough of that,” I cautioned, grabbing both his arms and pulling them tightly behind his back. Brooks screamed and turned and twisted. He did not make it fucking easy, but I somehow managed to get his arms tied.
“There you go, pretty boy.” I trailed my hands down his spine, enjoying his little gasps. “You’re exactly where you belong now. Just give up the fight and let me take care of you.”
“Never,” Brooks gritted out, but he humped the ground.
I laughed. “Needy little slut.”
I pulled his pants down, exposing his very red ass. I squeezed his cheek, enjoying the painful gasp. “Oh, look at that. I wasn’t even the first today. Tsk tsk, and here you are, saying this isn’t exactly what you want? What you enjoy?”
I ran a finger down his crease. It was sticky, but with lube or cum, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both. With a hand in the center of Brooks’s back, pushing him into the ground, I leaned over him and dragged my cock, that I freed from my pants, along his crack, relishing his whimper.
“Can’t wait to fill this hole. But first . . .” I stood up, straddling Brooks and walking over him until I was standing in front of him. Brooks leaned up, staring at me, fire in his eyes. I bent down, grabbed him by his neck, and dragged him up to his knees. The boy grunted and tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t let him.
I palmed my cock and dragged it across his lips. Brooks squeezed them shut, refusing to let me in.
“Open up, boy.”
He squeezed them tighter. I slapped his face with my cock. He flinched but still didn’t budge.
Grinning, I flexed my fingers around his throat. I wasn’t squeezing, I knew his limit, but it was enough for a flash of fear to come into his eyes. “I guess we gotta do it the hard way.”
Using my free hand, I squeezed his cheeks, prying open his jaw. “Don’t fucking bite me,” I warned and then shoved my dick past his lips.
I could tell he thought about it, but in the end, Brooks just opened up farther, letting me down his throat. I controlled his movements with my hand on his neck, bringing him deeper and deeper until I was buried all way. Tears streamed down his face.
“Fuck, look at those. So fucking beautiful, crying for me.”
I pulled back, let him have one gasping breath, and then pushed back in.
I used his mouth like a cocksleeve, dragging him back and forth. All Brooks could do was hang on. He had no balance on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, no control whatsoever.
“Such a good hole for me. Exactly where you belong, on your knees with your bratty mouth filled.”
His mouth really was perfect, too perfect, and if I kept this up, I’d be coming down his throat, which was not on the agenda today.
I pulled out and stepped back. Brooks collapsed to the ground, his face pressed into the dirt, leaving that pretty ass open and exposed.
“You’re all ready for me. Too bad that’s not the way I want you.”
“What! What the fuck?”
I dragged Brooks up by the hair, pushing him face first into the closest tree. Using one of my palms, I pushed the side of his face into the bark, smushing his cheeks and keeping him right there, at my mercy.
He tried to kick out, but he was trapped by his pants that were around his knees. I kicked his feet out as far as they could go and pushed my leg in between them, holding him in place.
“Perfect. My needy boy.”
I squeezed his ass cheek with my free hand, causing a hiss, lined up my dick with his hole, and pushed in.
I fucked him hard, his face dragging along the bark of the tree. He was going to be scratched to shit, but it was hard for me to be worried about that now, not with his ass swallowing up my dick.
“God, you are really meant for this, aren’t you?”
Brooks tried to reply, but it was muffled. He pushed his ass out, taking even more. “All that talk, it really was just that. Just running your mouth because at the end of the day, we all knew this is exactly what you wanted, what you fucking need.”
Brooks cried, even more tears running down his cheeks. His body stiffened and then jerked, his ass strangling the fuck out of my dick.
Did he?
I wrapped my hand around his dick, and yup, Brooks had just come hands free against a fucking tree.
I laughed cruelly and bit into his neck. “Fuck, you really were gagging for it.”
It was too much. His cum coating the tree, his hold clenching around my dick. I couldn’t take it anymore and my orgasm hit me like a rocket, and I was filling up Brooks before I could stop myself.
I pulled out before I was completely done, cum leaking out of Brooks’s hole and down his leg.
I pushed away and turned Brooks around. He was shaky on his feet, which made it easy to push him down to his knees. “Tongue out,” I ordered gruffly.
He just obeyed, too far gone to argue, and I finished my release on his tongue and over his face. Brooks closed his eyes and just swayed on his knees, in total bliss.
“Pretty baby,” I panted. I wiped my dick off on his cheek on a clean spot. Brooks just leaned into my touch.
I couldn’t stand anymore and collapsed onto the ground next to Brooks. He opened his eyes and just started to sob.
“Ah, fuck. Come here, sweetheart.” I dragged him onto my lap, leaning around as he buried his face into my neck and cried. It took longer than I liked to get the rope undone from his wrists, but I somehow managed it, and he immediately threw his arms around me, his fingers digging into the muscles in my back as he tried to crawl farther into my lap.
There was some kind of rock digging into my ass cheek, but I didn’t care. “Shh, sweetheart, I got you. You’re okay. You did so good. My perfect boy.”
Brooks tried to say something, but he was crying too hard to be discernable.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t understand you.”
He pulled away from my neck and looked up at me. “Don’t leave, please.”
My fucking heart. I squeezed him closer. “I’m not going anywhere, trouble.”
“Don’t leave. Don’t leave me. Please, Sir. Don’t leave.”
Well, I hadn’t expected my heart to be carved into a million pieces tonight. Mav’s words were running in the forefront of my mind. You better not push that boy away again. It will shatter him.
“I’m not leaving, Brooks. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise. Please, Luca. Sir. Promise. Don’t leave me, not ever.”
I kissed the top of his head, feeling so fucking hollow. “I promise. I won’t.”
“Thank you!” He sobbed into my chest again, clawing even farther into me. Thank you.”
I held him tight, on the ground, in the middle of the woods, tears streaming down my face.