Page 93 of Lucky Boys
I approached cautiously, prepared for everything. The tree line was starting to clear, and that was when I saw them: the solar lights marking the end of the arena that Maverick had put in earlier. Brooks had hit the end of the map, so he’d realized he was trapped. Where had the little shit gone?
“Brooks!” I called out. I kept my back to the trees so he couldn’t sneak up on me and cautiously leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Suddenly, he was the ghost I knew he could be when he broke into homes. There was no trace of him. Just fucking silence.
I started to turn around. He must’ve reversed somewhere out of my sight and was backtracking. He wasn’t here anymore.
“Ummph.” Something landed on my back from above, knocking me to me knees and pulling my breath right the fuck out of me.
I was still trying to figure out what the fuck had happened when Brooks started to pound on my back. He was latched around me like a fucking monkey, absolutely laying into me.
“Fuck you, you creepy fucker! You thought you could attack me? How do you like being on this end?”
I grinned, finding myself sinking into the place where all I wanted to do was show my troublemaker exactly who the predator was here.
My hands caught Brooks’s arms and I had him flipped over my head and on his back in front of me. He gasped from the shock, and before he could fight back, I sat my full weight right on his chest.
“Shit!” His voice was raspy. “Get the fuck off me, fucking pervert.”
My backhand cracked across his face. “Shut the fuck up. I’ll teach you to disrespect me, little whore.”
Brooks bucked up and the palm of his hand slammed into my kidney. Fuck, that hurt. “You asshole!”
I somehow managed to get a hold of his wrists in one of my hands. He fought hard, but I was able to drag the rope I’d shoved in the side pocket of my pants out.
Brooks’s eyes widened when he saw it. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Showing you what happens to bad boys. Now turn around.”
“Yeah, I don’t fucking think so. Make me.”
“Remember you said that,” I warned.
Brooks was feisty, but I had experience taking down Skye. I eased off just enough that he thought he’d have a chance. He started to throw his weight forward to dislodge me. I caught his shoulders and had him flipped onto his stomach. His fingers dug into the dirt, trying to grab onto anything that would help him get away, but it was hopeless.
“Enough of that,” I cautioned, grabbing both his arms and pulling them tightly behind his back. Brooks screamed and turned and twisted. He did not make it fucking easy, but I somehow managed to get his arms tied.
“There you go, pretty boy.” I trailed my hands down his spine, enjoying his little gasps. “You’re exactly where you belong now. Just give up the fight and let me take care of you.”
“Never,” Brooks gritted out, but he humped the ground.
I laughed. “Needy little slut.”
I pulled his pants down, exposing his very red ass. I squeezed his cheek, enjoying the painful gasp. “Oh, look at that. I wasn’t even the first today. Tsk tsk, and here you are, saying this isn’t exactly what you want? What you enjoy?”
I ran a finger down his crease. It was sticky, but with lube or cum, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both. With a hand in the center of Brooks’s back, pushing him into the ground, I leaned over him and dragged my cock, that I freed from my pants, along his crack, relishing his whimper.
“Can’t wait to fill this hole. But first . . .” I stood up, straddling Brooks and walking over him until I was standing in front of him. Brooks leaned up, staring at me, fire in his eyes. I bent down, grabbed him by his neck, and dragged him up to his knees. The boy grunted and tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t let him.
I palmed my cock and dragged it across his lips. Brooks squeezed them shut, refusing to let me in.
“Open up, boy.”
He squeezed them tighter. I slapped his face with my cock. He flinched but still didn’t budge.
Grinning, I flexed my fingers around his throat. I wasn’t squeezing, I knew his limit, but it was enough for a flash of fear to come into his eyes. “I guess we gotta do it the hard way.”
Using my free hand, I squeezed his cheeks, prying open his jaw. “Don’t fucking bite me,” I warned and then shoved my dick past his lips.
I could tell he thought about it, but in the end, Brooks just opened up farther, letting me down his throat. I controlled his movements with my hand on his neck, bringing him deeper and deeper until I was buried all way. Tears streamed down his face.
