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.”
