Chapter 16 #3
It feels like Beckham’s hands are everywhere. From his hand gripping the back of my neck, to his other hand stroking my cock after liberally applying the warming lube. It makes everything feel really intense, and my eyes cross at how good he feels.
“I think I’m going to be the one to take care of you,” he confesses. His kisses are addicting, and I whimper as he pulls them away from me again. “You’re as grumpy as I am sometimes.”
“Hmm,” I say, unable to do more than that. Words are hard, and I don’t want to play at being able to talk normally.
Beckham Kennedy may be fucking me, but he’s the one who is royally fucked. I can’t wait to finally bite him and bond his obstinate ass to me forever.
“I like it when you’re tongue tied,” he says smugly. His hand corkscrews around my crown exactly the way I like it and my hips jut upward as a reflex. “The three of you like to top from the bottom.”
“Can’t help it when you feel so fucking good,” I confess.
His lips curl into a grin as he drops his head back to pull my soul from my body with his kisses. It keeps my groans and gasps muffled as he fucks me harder, his thrusts becoming wilder.
It’s a beautiful thing when Beckham loses control.
“Come with me?” I ask, feeling my knot begin to inflate.
Beckham moves his other hand to my knot, squeezing it hard. The stimulation is too much, too goddamned good, and I scream as I come. I can feel the warmth as my omega finds his release deep inside my ass, and we both remain still as we struggle to come back to our bodies.
“I want to see how good your hole looks when it’s full of my cream,” he growls, pushing himself up as he slowly pulls his cock out of me.
It’s hard to breathe with his gorgeous eyes staring at my swollen and sore hole, but damn is it beautiful when he licks his lips. Fuck, is he going to eat his cum out of me?
His eyes flick up at me, his cheeks burning hot as he pushes his fingers inside of me to bury his cum back in.
“Why are you…looking at me like that?” I wheeze, whimpering as the stimulation begins to grow again. I’m covered in my own cum, full of Beckham’s cum, and still zip tied to the bed.
How did I get so fucking lucky?
“I need a taste,” he says, biting his lip.
I figure he’s going to taste his own cum from his fingers, but instead he lays down flat on the bed and removes his fingers so he can push his tongue inside my stretched hole.
“Oh…my god.” I gasp.
Beckham keeps his hands pressed on my thighs to ensure that they stay spread for him, and my wrists pull on my restraints as I writhe for him. Getting on his knees, he shows me the mouthful of cum that’s his reward. My cock is heavy and hard again as he crawls up my body.
I figure he’s going to kiss me with his messy mouth, but instead he pushes my lips open and spits into it before kissing me. It’s filthy and hot as fuck, and I have a feeling he’s no where near done with me.
“I need to fuck you again.” He growls.
“I’m your very willing prisoner,” I rasp out, watching as he grins.
Grabbing the scissors, he cuts me loose and flips me over onto my stomach. Beckham is stronger than people think.
“Can we play too?” Jamie moans, coming down Tatum’s throat.
“I’m all for participation points. Looks like we’ll need a nap tomorrow,” he says before pushing his still hard cock into my ass.
Enforced naps sound like my kind of party after fucking all night.
BECKHAM
I’m just about to leave for work when my phone chimes, letting me know I have a new email.
Throwing the door open, I head down the steps and towards my car, eyes on my phone as I open my email app.
My steps falter as I read the subject line. Emergency Faculty Meeting.
Swallowing hard, my hand shakes as my thumb hovers over the email.
This is the first faculty meeting since I’ve started working for Crown Well.
Maybe it’s nothing too bad. Maybe it’s just about some changes they want to make to the school.
Taking a deep breath, I open the email.
All professors are asked to please meet at the main office building, room 202, for an emergency faculty meeting before heading to their classes. It is expected that every one is in attendance. The meeting is set for eight o’clock. See you all there.
Eight?
I look at my phone and curse. It’s already seven forty-five. Thankfully, the drive is less than five minutes. I should have enough time to get there.
The drive feels a lot longer than five minutes. I can’t stop wondering what this meeting is about. The email didn’t give any information away.
“You're overthinking Beckham," I tell myself as I park my car and grab my messenger bag. “Everything is going to be fine.”
When I get to the room the meeting is being held in, a few professors are already there waiting.
I give them a small polite smile, nodding in greeting before taking one of the empty chairs. A few people whisper amongst themselves, wondering what this meeting is about. Guess I’m not the only one out of the loop.
At eight on the dot, the Dean walks into the room. All eyes are on her.
“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.” she says, taking position in the front of the room. She doesn’t sit, but remains standing as she locks her fingers together. The look on her face isn’t good, it’s one of sadness, and my heart sinks.
Have you ever been in a situation where you can just feel it in your bones that something bad is about to happen? That's how I feel right now. Whatever she’s about to say, I know it’s not good. Not at all.
“We were hoping this wasn’t needed, but unfortunately it seems like it’s come to the point we need to make staff aware.
A few weeks ago, one of our students passed away.
They overdosed at a party. Not uncommon.
Young adults indulge in things they shouldn’t, some take it too far, accidents happen.
We gave the students' parents our condolences and moved on. However, it seems like it wasn’t a fluke.
The next weekend, not one, but three students died the same way.
The police started looking into things but before they could find any information, this past weekend three more students overdosed.
That is seven students in under a month.
We’re not sure what's going on, or what could be causing this. The police think the students who passed away may have bought drugs that could have something in them that caused them to have bad reactions.”
My body is shaking, my palms sweating. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I can’t breathe. My throat is closing up, tears welling in my eyes.
No. No! Not here. Not my school. Fuck.
This is my fault. It's all my fault. I should have done better. I came here for a fucking reason but I let my own past fuck with my head. If only I kept going with my plan, if I didn’t let Ralph get inside my head, I could have found out who was dealing the bad drugs and put an end to it.
I thought it stopped. That it was over with. I was wrong. So fucking wrong. And because of my fears, these students had to pay.
“You might be wondering what this has to do with you. Not much. I just want you all to be aware. If you see one of your students looking like they might be using drugs, please contact me. We want to make sure all of our students are safe. None of these deaths happened during school hours, but they were on school property at the dorms and student housing.”
I don’t hear anything else, my eyes locked on the table as my mind slips away from reality.
Maybe it’s not the same situation as my old school, maybe this is a whole new dealer who didn’t mean to sell bad drugs.
Who are you fucking kidding Beckham? Of course it’s the same thing. You were too much of a pussy to put your past behind you and do what was right. What you came here for. You’re a grown man, fucking act like it!
“Professor Kennedy. Are you alright?”
Shaking my head, I blink up to see the Dean looking at me with concern.
I look around, seeing most of the staff has left.
“I’m fine.” I rasp, getting to my feet on shaky legs. “I-I gotta go.”
I manage to make it out of the building before I’m running over to the nearest bush to puke.
By the time I’m done, my head is spinning and I feel like I’m going to pass out.
I fall to the ground on my ass and lean back against the wall.
Placing my arms on my knees, I bury my face into my arms and start to cry.
I don’t care that people are watching me, I don’t care that I’m out in the open.
I cry because I feel like a monster. A monster who could have stopped those poor kids from dying.
It’s not until the sky opens up and rain starts to pour down that I snap out of it.
Taking a shuddering breath, I lift my head and look up at the sky. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my tears mingling with the rain. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Staggering to my feet, I numbly head towards my office. I want to go home, I want to bury myself into my nest and pretend none of this is happening.
No. I want my alphas. I want them to hold me while I cry, tell me everything is going to be alright.
But it’s not. I don’t deserve to be consoled. Not when this is my fucking fault.
My phone rings but I ignore it. It stops, but a few seconds later it starts to ring again.
It must be Alaric. He normally meets me around this time to give me my morning coffee. He’s probably worried.
When it rings again, I pull my phone out of my pocket, not caring about the rain as it continues to beat down on me and answer it.
“Hello?” My voice is void of any emotions, just like I am right now. Numb.
“Beckham?” Alaric’s voice has me nearly sobbing. “Baby, where are you? I’m at your office building but you're not there.”
“Staff meeting,” I murmur, thunder crashing above me.
“Are you outside?” he asks, growling.
“Yeah.”
“It’s fucking raining, Beckham. Where are you?”
I look around, blinking the rain off my eyelashes, droplets dripping down my glasses. “D building.”