“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.
