Why is saying he’s my enemy? How much does he know?
I bite down hard on my lip, refusing to humiliate myself like he wants me to. Blood coats my tongue as I try my best to shake my head, but his hold on my throat doesn’t allow much movement.
“Do it.” he growls. “Fucking beg for me Camden. I know you want it, I can feel your cock hard as fucking stone under my touch. You're only lying to yourself. It’s just us, no one needs to know your dirty little secret.”
“Please.” I sob out, just wanting these feelings to go away. I don’t want to want him. I don’t want to give in.
But at the same time, every cell in my body is demanding it. Yelling at me that this is my alpha and I’m to do as he wants. Because it’s what I want too.
“Beg for it.” Brooks uses his alpha bark and I know I’ve officially lost any control over my actions and emotions and am fully at his mercy.
“Please.” I gasp, eyes welling with tears. “Please touch me. Please let me cum.”
A deep growl of satisfaction rumbles in his chest.
“That’s right.” he grunts, hand moving to undo my jeans. “More.”
“I want you, Brooks.” I sob out, tears spilling down my cheeks as I’m filled with an equal mix of shame and need.
“Fucking yeah you do.” Brooks groans and when my cock springs free and Brooks wraps his hand around my shaft, my knees give out on me, the feeling so intense I can’t breathe.
My eyes roll back as I drop, the grip on my throat tightening, choking me for a moment before Brooks quickly catches me around the waist.
He spins me around, bringing my back to his front as his hand finds my throat again.
I close my eyes, tears flow freely as I choke on a sob when his hand starts to move up and down my cock.
Euphoria fills me with each twist of his wrist. I already know it’s not going to take much to make me cum. And that makes me sick knowing just how easily he can manipulate my body.
I’m a mess right now, I don’t even recognize myself as I thrust into his hand, over and over, needing more, faster, harder. I want to cum so fucking bad it hurts.
My hands fall forward, catching myself against the wall and I use the leverage to grind my ass back against his cock, my cock weeping with the feeling of his stiffness between my cheeks.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I use every ounce of will power I have left buried inside me to keep myself from begging him to pull my pants down and fuck me right here. To shove his thick knot deep inside my ass. I can’t. I won’t. He’d know. Betas don’t take knots. He said before that he knows my secret, but he hasn’t said which one. It could be that I’m an omega, or that my father is his enemy, and I’m not about to confirm either of those right now. Not ever if I can help it.
“You’re fucking trembling for me. So fucking hot.” He groans, grinding his cock against me just as good as I’m giving it. “I could kill you right now, out here all alone, just the two of us with everyone gone. And here you are, grinding your ass back against my cock, writhing in my arms like a slut. Do you hear yourself right now? Fucking whimpering for me, whining for more. God, you’re so fucking pathetic.” Brooks growls as he jerks me off even harder.
I know exactly what I am. And right now I can’t seem to care.
All my mind is able to process is how he’s making me feel.
He brings his lip close to my ear. “How are you going to sleep tonight, knowing you're thinking about this, how it feels to be used by me. Fucking listen to yourself,” he purrs, his breath making me shiver. “Are you crying right now?” he asks, squeezing his hands harder around my neck and cock. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be ashamed. We all like what we like. And you just so happen to like being a whore. Do you wanna be my toy, Camden? Do you want me to use you whenever I please? I’d bet you’d like that. Would you cum if I shoved you to the ground and spat in your face? If I stepped on your dick, would you pant with your release?”
Every word has my head pounding, blood pumping through my body making me feel like one big pulse.
And the fucked up part of this all is that I love every word he’s saying. It’s fueling my arousal as I think about him doing everything he’s saying.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere... “Oh fuck.” I choke, gasping for air as my body tightens. My cock starts to jerk in Brooks’ hand as I cum harder than ever before, ropes of cum spilling out of me and onto the grass below.
“Fuck.” I can just barely make out Brooks' voice through the ringing in my ears. “I don’t know if I want to hate you or fuck you.” Brooks lets go of me and I stumble forward. “I think both.”
Spinning around, I feel like I’m high as I try to make myself aware of my surroundings.
Brooks starts to open his football pants and reality crashes into me. With him not boxing me in, I’m able to think, just enough to realize this is wrong. So fucking wrong.
“No.” I rasp out, shaking my head as I move to the side, tripping over my feet as I do my best to get away. “Don’t touch me.” I say louder. “Leave me alone!” I cry.
With shaking fingers, I do my best to pull up my pants, shame and humiliation flooding me as I turn away and run.
