Chapter 10 #2
But now? I know I’ll never lose them. They are the kind of men that when they want something nothing will stop them until they have it. And that something is me.
“Maybe they will, maybe they won’t. But it’s my life, and that's a chance I’m going to take. Leave me alone Ralph. This house is big enough for the two of us to never run into one another. Let’s keep it that way.”
Throwing open my door, I rush inside and slam it shut. Quickly, I flick the number of locks I put into place and turn the alarm system on.
Despite being a little shaken up from the encounter, I feel good. I stood up to Ralph. I took back some of my power. And while it might not be everything I want, it’s something.
Bitting my lip, I can’t help but smile as I strip out of my suit.
I’m under the hot shower spray when I’m hit with the urge to go back down to the party. I want to see them again, to smell them. To have their hands on me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I knew it. I just knew the moment I gave in just a tiny bit, I was going to be hooked. I was already drawn to the three of them before finding out what we were to one another, now? I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go on with my day without craving them.
With the towel wrapped around my waist, I head into my room and pull my phone out of the suit pants pocket to plug it in.
Giving it a check, I find I have a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown
Can’t stop thinking about how fucking hard I was with your cock down my throat. I can’t wait to find out how it feels buried deep inside my ass.
My cock thickens as my heart pulses. Jamie.
I groan, palming my growing cock as I imagine myself fucking him hard and deep, making him moan my name as I tear him apart.
Adding his number to my phone, I text him back.
Me
This is a highly inappropriate conversation Mr. Cross. It’s no way to be talking to your professor.
I hit send and wait for him to text back, sitting on the edge of my bed.
I’m hit with this nervous excitement as I watch the three dots dance as he types out his reply.
When his next message pops up, my stomach flutters.
Jamie
I can’t help it. I’m addicted to you. And your cock
A smile creeps onto my lips as I shake my head.
Me
Enough about my cock. Behave yourself.
Jamie
Or what?
Me
Or you’re going to be in trouble.
Jamie
Mhhm, what kind of trouble?
I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s a brat, that much is for sure.
Me
The kind that will leave you in pain.
Jamie
I’ve been a bad bad boy. I think you should spank me, Mr. Kennedy. I deserve it, Sir.
A shiver runs down my spine and right to my balls at the use of Sir. Fuck.
I want to throw him over my knee and spank his firm ass until it’s red, then bend him over my desk and fuck his greedy hole until it’s stuffed full of my cum.
My breathing starts to pick up as lust fills me, my perfume coming off me in waves.
Me
Keep behaving like this, and I will.
Jamie
Fuck, baby. My cock is so hard right now. I might need to get Tatum to pull over and suck me off.
A trickle of disappointment fills me at the fact they left the party.
Another text message pops up. This time it’s a photo. I click it open and a whimper slips free when I see Jamie’s thick aching cock.
Pulling my towel open, I wrap my hand around my cock, giving it a few strokes.
Jamie texts again.
Jamie
Please tell me my naughty omega is jerking off to a photo of me right now? Make your alpha’s dreams come true and tell me you are.
My brows furrow. How the fuck would he know? I look around, wondering if there’s a camera in here or something.
Me
How do you know?
Jamie
Holy fuck, are you? Fucking hell, Beckham. You're gonna kill me. Show me.
I hesitate. I’ve never sent a dick pic before. I’m a grown man for fuck’s sake.
Yet, I pull up my camera app and snap a pic of my hand grabbing my cock, precum leaking from the tip and send it.
I feel like a damn teenager with a crush as I wait for his response. These new feelings are terrifying but also kind of exciting.
Jamie sends another message, this time a video.
Quickly I press play and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of Jamie jerking off for a few seconds before his cock explodes, cum spurting all over the dash board.
Jamie
You make me fucking wild, baby. Do you see how fucking crazy you make me?
I’m not sure what comes over me, but I re-watch the small clip over and over again as I frantically work myself over until I’m moaning Jamie’s name and spill all over my hand.
It’s not until I’m staring at the mess that I wish I sent him my own video.
Taking another photo of my cum covered cock and hand, I send it to him.
Jamie
I just showed Tatum and we nearly crashed. So fucking hot, baby. I wish I could clean it up for you. Next time.
A spark of fear fills me as I growl low in my chest.
Me
Drive safe!
Jamie
Yes, Sir. ;) Your concern is a fucking turn on by the way.
And there's that stupid grin again.
Me
I’m going to bed. I’ll see you on Monday.
Jamie
Night, baby. Sleep tight and dream of me tonight
Closing my phone, I clean up my mess with my towel and toss it to the side before crawling into bed naked, too tired to change into anything.
Curling up onto my side, I bury myself deeper into the warm blanket and stare out the window, the moon shining bright and think about how much I wish they were here with me, instead of me going to sleep alone. Again.
This time, when I sleep, it’s all night. For the first time in months I get a good night’s sleep. All because it was filled with dirty dreams of my alphas that I never wanted to wake up from.
When I wake the next morning, I know I’m fucked. I’m officially royally screwed.
And I’m not sure how I feel about that just yet.