Chapter 14 #3
“Stop staring at my cock,” he grunts. “The idea of everyone knowing how good you smell is annoying to me. You should shower.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” I shrug. “You’ve made it quite clear that I’m no one and nothing to you—”
“I haven’t!” Beckham yells over me. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with a child.”
“I think your and my definition of a child are very different,” I snark, my cock getting harder the longer we talk. “Maybe I should just ask my father for another fight.”
“You’re not fighting,” he growls. “I won’t deny how good you look when you’re destroying someone, but you shouldn’t be putting yourself through that kind of shit. Your lip is split. Dammit, I just noticed.”
“Watch me a lot, huh?” I tease him, wincing as I lick my lip.
Shit, that’s going to sting for a while.
I try to pretend it doesn’t hurt as I toss the tape into the garbage can, shrugging as I do.
“I’ve been fighting for a long time. It makes me really good money, and helps when life gets overwhelming.
The crowd loves me, even when others couldn’t care less. ”
Beckham flinches, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. His feelings aren’t mine to protect, not when he ignores mine.
“You know, I overheard you talking after class,” he says, moving closer as I open my bag.
I’m enjoying the way his eyes move over me, and it’s keeping me from putting on my clothes. Jamie might be the shit starter of our pack, but Beckham pulls it out of me too. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I begin to slowly stroke myself.
“Are you stalking me now?” I ask. “Fight nights aren’t really well known since they’re illegal.”
“It’s another reason why you shouldn’t be doing this,” Beckham says, his cheeks turning bright pink as he attempts to ignore my words. I have a feeling I’m not the only stalker in this equation. “You’re a damn good student. I’m not even sure why you’re in my class.”
“School is Jamie’s deal,” I say, shrugging. “I’m the muscle and the tech guy. I’m only enrolled to keep him safe and allow him to play football. He’s talented, and deserves a chance to enjoy this before we take our places with the mafia.”
“I’m not going to pretend I don’t understand loyalty, because I do,” he says. “You’re selling yourself short.”
“Hmm,” I grunt out. “Why are you here, Professor?”
“Really?” he asks. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” I say with a smirk. My hand rolls over the head of my cock, and I groan as my head drops back onto the metal lockers. “Fuck, that feels good. There’s nothing quite like a post-fight nut.”
“That’s my cock.” Beckham snarls, surprising me.
“You sure don’t act like it, Professor,” I taunt him. “Are you just going to watch me cum?”
Beckham slaps my hand away, replacing it with his own.
“Fuck, your skin is so hot,” he hisses. “If you’re going to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one.”
“Are you going to punish me, Daddy?” I ask, gasping as he smacks my cock next. “Fuck, I didn’t know you had that in you.”
“I’m a jealous man,” Beckham says, pulling off his sweatshirt and whatever he’s wearing underneath it. His chest is well toned, and his muscles flex as he tosses his clothes over my bag. “You are mine, Mr. Walsh. I’m not going to be touchy feely when I’m working. My career is important to me.”
“I’m aware. It’s the only time I fucking get to see you without breaking into your room and reminding you of my existence by coming on your clothes,” I say, glaring at him. “How the fuck am I supposed to get you to pay attention to me otherwise?”
“You’re right,” he admits, toeing out of his shoes before glancing toward the door.
“No one is coming inside,” I say. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you what I want on my terms,” he says, pulling his jeans down his hips and dropping them on the rest of my shit before he sits on the bench. “Come here. You’re really pissing me off.”
“My previous question still bears answering,” I mutter.
“About punishing you?” Beckham asks. “Maybe. I need to be in control, I can’t function without it. I have a lot of damage, Tatum. I can’t have you hurt while I’m trying to sort my shit out though. This has to stop. No more fighting.”
“Or what?” I ask, my brows raising as my cock bobs in front of me.
It’s very difficult to have a conversation while we’re both naked, but I’m trying my fucking best, okay?
“You want me to fuck you, right? To fill your hole until it’s dripping with my cream?” he asks nonchalantly, all while I gape at him. “I’m a gay man, not a priest, Tatum.”
“I never said you were.” I snort, though he’s straightlaced enough to resemble a priest some days. “So you’re going to fuck me to get me to stop fighting?”
“Don’t be crass,” he says. “Whenever you want to fight, when the feelings of anger are too big to handle, I’ll fuck them out of you until all you crave is my dick.”
“Yes,” I say, unable to think as I stare at him. He’s offering me what I was so angry that I couldn’t have before. “You know I wasn’t just pissed off that you wouldn’t fuck me, right?”
“Come here,” he commands, his hand smearing slick over his shaft. All I can smell is honey and vanilla, and precum is beginning to bead at my slit.
I’m doing as he says before I can tell myself not to, and he has me straddle his lap, our cocks pressed against each other. Keeping my hands on my thighs, I watch him carefully, not wanting to trigger him. His “baggage”, as he calls it, has to be from someone who took away his consent.
The second I find out the details, I’ll be sure to cut off that person’s knot and make him eat it. Beckham is a changed omega because of what happened to him, and I can’t help thinking if he’d be less stringent with his affection if things were different.
“I’m here. Now what do you want with me?” I tease him.
Beckham’s hand wraps around our shafts, and he strokes us as my head drops back with a groan.
“I’m sorry I made you feel as if I didn’t want you,” he says, his tongue dragging up my throat as I moan.
The sting of his teeth as he sucks on my Adam’s apple makes my pelvis thrust forward, and Beckham’s free hand presses on my hip to keep me still.
“We both need to be better about using our words, don’t we? ”
“Yes…Daddy,” I gasp out, reveling in the pinch as he bites down harder without breaking skin. “Fuck, I want to wear your bites all over me.”
“Goddamn, I shouldn’t want that,” Beckham grumbles. He doesn’t tell me not to call him Daddy, which means I’ll be doing it often. “I need my dick balls deep inside your ass, Tatum.”
Rising up, I pull his dick away from his grasp and line it up with my hole. My eyes roll back as I sit down slowly, and Beckham’s hands grip my hips to the point of pain as his slick provides the only lube he plans to allow me.
I live for physical pain. This makes my cock jerk against my abs as his cock slides further inside of me, lighting up my nerve endings. This might be enough to keep me out of the fighting ring. It’s not a bad trade off for my omega’s attention.
Beckham fists my hair before smashing his lips against mine. He makes sure to suck on the broken skin of my bottom lip, making me groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I fucking love watching him give in to what he wants, no longer hiding.
This should be how he is able to be all the time, but I’ll have to take what I can get. Kissing him back, I suck on his tongue when he pushes it inside of my mouth and begin to shift my hips as I take more of his cock.
Beckham’s noises are raw and unchecked, and I can tell that he likes the way our scents are mixing together as he fists my cock with his free hand.
“Are you going to make me come on your chest?” I ask, my breathing erratic as I begin to bounce on his cock.
I can tell Beckham wants me to go slower, but I can’t do that. I’m a fuck me hard, break the bed, make me feel you for days kind of alpha.
“You want me to smell like you, Alpha?” he replies, groaning as he sees that I’m the one fucking him. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult?”
I’m bigger than him, but he shifts me easily until my back hits the bench. Hoping he’ll fuck me like he hates me, I pull my knees up, baring my hole to him. His cock is still buried inside of me, and his hands grip my upper thighs as he pounds into my ass.
“Fuck, yes!” I yell, knowing the long hallway will be empty. There’s nothing down here but the locker room, and everyone will be focused on the next fight.
“You like it rough. Dammit, you’re so fucking tight, Tatum. Your hole looks so good taking my cock,” he groans.
“It’s made to be destroyed by your dick,” I agree, my eyes heavy lidded as he fucks me. My knot is swollen and angry not to be getting any attention, but I don’t mind.
My omega is fucking me, which is everything I want. I’ll gladly hang up my fighting tape for this.
“Are you going to be my good boy and do as I ask?” Beckham grits out, sweat forming at his brow as his hips piston his dick inside of me.
“Remind me what I’m promising,” I yelp, my chest heaving.
Beckham changes the angle by pushing on my thighs, fucking my prostate like it’s his goddamned job.
“I’d rather you dig down deep to remember yourself.” He grins evilly. “I’m a little busy at the moment.”
Yes, I would say so. Beckham’s dick is stretching my hole wide, and he’s eagerly watching as it takes his dick. Words are too hard to focus on anymore, and the room is filled with our scents, as well as various cursing as our skin slaps together.
“Fuck your cock with your fist,” Beckham commands. My poor, abused and ignored dick has been wildly forgotten, but the reality is that the barest whisper of contact with it would set me off.
Beckham’s dick feels so good, I’m ready to explode.
“Where am I coming?” I rasp, my hand wrapping around my cock to stroke it.
“Don’t be coy,” he mutters, his lips curled into a grin.
Fuck, he’s so damn sexy. His brown hair is sweaty, making it curl even more as he fucks me. Every stroke hits perfectly, and my toes are threatening to curl as my cock throbs.
“I would never,” I say, shuddering as ropes of cum explode from the crown of my shaft. It sprays all over Beckham’s chest, who doesn’t appear to care as he fucks me like a mad man. “Argh. Don’t stop!”
Continuing to stroke myself, I find myself losing my voice as I yell out my next orgasm. Beckham growls out, “Mine,” just before he begins to come.
The wetness is warm as he fucks his cum back inside of me, and I’m suddenly happy that I travel with a clean butt plug in my bag.
I don’t want to lose any of my omega’s frosting as he fills me up.
The two of us sound as if we’ve run a marathon, and Beckham stares at my well stretched hole as if hating the fact that he needs to pull out.
“If you reach behind you, there’s a butt plug in my bag,” I tell him, my voice hoarse. I sound every bit of the well fucked alpha that I am.
“You keep butt plugs with you?” he hisses.
“Jamie likes to wear one in class.” I chuckle. “Alaric and I sometimes take turns running a train on him before school, and then he wears a plug to remember all the delicious decisions that led to our threesome.”
“I…have no words,” he says, blushing high as he finds the plug. “You’re insane.”
“You’re really enjoying it though,” I say, yelping the next second as he pulls out of me.
“I’ll never tell,” he grumbles, pushing the plug carefully into my asshole. “How is that?”
“You’re a natural,” I tease him, standing up to get dressed. “Are you going to wipe my cum away?”
I hold a towel out for him, but he shakes his head and gets dressed.
“I like smelling like you,” he mumbles. “Will you find me?”
The unspoken rest of his question hangs between us as I finish pulling on my clothes and lift my bag to my shoulder.
“That all depends. Are you done hiding?” I ask.
“Yes and no,” he says. “I do want to get to know you all. I suggested dating to Alaric. We'll have to keep it low key during class because it’s difficult to maintain respect as an omega if I don’t.”
“I can do that,” I say, as my heart pounds in my chest.
He wants to date. That’s a far cry from him running away from us.
Leaning down, I drape my arm around his shoulder and kiss him sweetly.
“We’re out of school. Can I walk you to your car?”
Beckham stares at me as if he’s as surprised by the change in our relationship as I am.
“Yeah,” he says, watching as I pull his hood up. “I’d like that.”
I’m sure I’ll have plenty more moments of insecurity, but things feel so much better now.