Chapter 96: Pucking the virgin rookie -2

I pulled myself together as best as I could, my legs still trembling as I wiped off the slick from my thighs, pulled up my briefs, and got into my practice gear.

Walking out onto the field felt surreal. My body was still humming from Neal’s touch, my skin hypersensitive under the heavy afternoon sun.

Throughout the entire two-hour practice session, Neal acted like nothing had happened. He barked orders, ran drills, and scored goals with the same ruthless precision he always had.

He barely looked at me, treating me with the exact same cool detachment he showed every other freshman.

The absolute silence from him was driving me crazy.

When practice finally wrapped up and the rest of the team headed toward the main showers, I spotted Neal stepping into the equipment shed at the far edge of the field to pack away the gear.

My heart slammed against my ribs, but my need for answers outweighed my fear. I slipped inside behind him and clicked the heavy wooden door shut.

Neal didn’t even turn around as he dropped a bag of balls onto the shelf.

"You’re supposed to be in the showers, Fraser," he said, his voice flat and unimpressed.

"Did you stop because I’m a virgin?" I blurted out, my voice cracking slightly in the dim, cramped shed.

Neal paused. Slowly, he turned around and leaned his broad back against the metal shelving, folding his arms across his massive chest.

His dark eyes pinned me to the spot.

"Is that what’s bothering you?" Neal asked, a slight, arrogant tilt returning to his lips.

"Yes," I said, stepping closer despite the way his Alpha scent immediately began to fill the small space.

"You were right there. You were inside me. And the second I said I hadn’t done it before, you backed out like I was a problem. Is my virginity a dealbreaker for you?"

Neal let out a low, dark hum, his gaze dragging down my body, taking in the way I was practically vibrating with nervous energy.

"A dealbreaker? No," Neal said, his voice dropping into that heavy, commanding tone that made my knees weak.

"It just means you’re useless to me right now."

My mouth fell open slightly. "Useless?"

"Look at you," Neal purred, pushing off the shelf and taking two slow steps toward me until he was towering over my frame.

"You’re tight, unworked, and you practically cried the second I put an inch of myself inside you. If I had pushed through, I would have torn you apart, and you wouldn’t be able to run my drills for a week."

He reached out, cupping the back of my neck with one broad, hot palm and squeezing firmly until I had to tilt my head up to look at him.

"I don’t break my tools, Rookie," Neal whispered, his thumb caressing my racing pulse. "And I don’t waste my time with an Omega who can’t take what I give him. If you want my dick, you’re going to have to prove your body can handle it first."

"How?" I gasped, my Omega instincts practically purring at the firm grip on my neck. "How do I prove it?"

Neal’s smirk widened, dark and dangerous.

"You’re going to let me prepare you," Neal stated, his voice absolute.

"Starting tonight, you report to my private dorm room after team study hours. You’re going to submit to my training, open up under my hands, and learn how to take every single inch of me without whining."

He let go of my neck, leaving my skin cold and desperate for his touch again.

"If you skip a session, or if you complain once, I leave you untouched for the rest of the season," Neal added, stepping past me toward the door. "Understand?"

"Yes, Coachie... I mean, Captain," I corrected myself quickly, my face burning as a fresh wave of arousal hit my gut.

Neal chuckled, a low, dirty sound, as he opened the equipment shed door.

"Good boy. Eight o’clock sharp, Fraser. Don’t keep me waiting."

Eight o’clock sharp, I stood outside Neal’s private dorm room door, my hands trembling as I adjusted my glasses for the twentieth time.

My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs I was sure anyone walking down the hall could hear it.

Through the heavy wood, I could faint-smell the dark, resinous scent of cedarwood and amber.

My Omega instincts practically begged me to turn the handle, but pure terror kept my boots glued to the carpet.

Before I could pluck up the courage to knock, the door swung open.

Neal stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a low-slung pair of gray sweatpants that hung recklessly off his hip bones.

The outline of his thick cock was already heavy and visible through the fabric.

"You’re thirty seconds late, Rookie," Neal said, his dark eyes scanning me from head to toe.

"Get inside."

I scrambled over the threshold, and the heavy door clicked locked behind me. The room was dim, lit only by a warm desk lamp, and the air was thick with his unsuppressed Alpha pheromones. My head spun instantly.

"Strip," Neal commanded flatly, walking over to his desk and picking up a clear glass bottle filled with clear oil and a sleek, double-ended silicone plug set.

"Everything?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

"Did I stutter?" Neal turned, his gaze cold and demanding.

"Pants, underwear, shirt. Everything off. On the bed, hands resting on the headboard."

My chest heaved, but my body moved on autopilot. I kicked off my sneakers, unbuckled my belt, and let my pants and briefs drop to the floor in one motion.

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, standing completely bare under his intense, heavy gaze.

Despite my nerves, my dick was already half-hard, the tip glistening with a fresh bead of pre-cum.

Neal chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent a shiver straight down my spine.

"Look at you. Pathetic. So eager for a dick you can’t even take yet."

"I can take it," I whimpered, stepping toward his bed.

"We’ll see about that," Neal replied, stepping up behind me as I climbed onto the mattress. I got onto my knees, my chest pressed against the cool wooden headboard, my hands gripping the slats tightly.

I heard the cap of the oil bottle pop open. A second later, two cool, slick fingers pressed firmly against the sensitive skin between my thighs, spreading the oil around my tight, puckered entrance.

I let out a sharp gasp, my hips twitching instinctively.

"Keep your ass still," Neal barked, bringing his hand down in a sharp, stingingly loud slap right across my left buttock.

PAH!

"Ah!" I cried out, the sharp sting instantly turning into a deep, throbbing heat that rushed straight to my groin.

My slick flared, bleeding past my scent patch and sweetening the room even further.

"Good," Neal purred against my ear, his broad chest pressing against my back, trapping me between his heavy body and the headboard.

"Now relax those tight walls for me."

He didn’t give me time to mentally prepare. His middle finger pushed inside, working past my tight ring of muscle in one firm, ruthless stroke.

The stretch was immediate and intense. I bit my lower lip, letting out a muffled whine as he began to work his finger in and out, twisting slowly to coat the inside of me with the slick oil.

"Too tight," Neal grumbled, his breath hot against my neck.

"If I put my cock in here right now, you’d rip from seam to seam."

Without warning, he added a second finger, forcing my tight entrance to accommodate the added thickness.

"Neal... fuck, Neal!" I sobbed, my fingers white-knuckled on the wooden slats as the blunt pressure stretched me open wider than I had ever felt in my life.

"That’s Captain to you, Rookie," he corrected, his fingers scissoring inside me, relentlessly finding that sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves deep within my walls.

When his knuckles hit my sweet spot, my back arched off the bed, a high-pitched, embarrassing moan ripping from my throat.

My dick twitched hard, spilling a thick string of pre-cum directly onto his bedsheets.

"There it is," Neal murmured, his voice laced with dark satisfaction.

"You like being stretched out like a good little Omega, don’t you?"

"Yes! Yes, Captain!" I cried, completely surrendering to the overwhelming sensation of his fingers working inside me.

He didn’t stop there. Neal pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, leaving me feeling desperately empty and gaping. Before I could breathe, I felt the firm, rounded tip of the smallest silicone plug pressing against my rim.

"This stays inside you for the rest of the night," Neal instructed, pushing the tapered bulb firmly past my muscles until the flared base sat flush against my cheeks.

"You’re going to sleep with it in. You’re going to wear it to morning practice tomorrow under your shorts."

I gasped, feeling the constant, full weight of the plug keeping me open.

Neal stepped back, grabbing my chin from behind and pulling my head back so I had to look up at his triumphant, arrogant expression.

"Every day, we go a size bigger," Neal stated, his voice absolute and dominant.

"Until your hole is begging to be filled by my eight inches. Now stay right there on your knees until I tell you you can move."