Chapter 99: Pucking the virgin rookie -5

The rest of the team started walking off toward the main locker rooms, laughing and swapping banter.

Neal lingered behind, standing over my trembling, spent body as the afternoon sun cast his long shadow across me.

He pulled the remote from his pocket and finally clicked the vibration off.

The sudden silence inside my core made me let out a long, shuddering sob of emptiness.

Neal leaned down, his fingers gripping my chin firmly, forcing me to look up into his cold, dark eyes.

"You didn’t make a sound. You didn’t break," Neal murmured, his voice heavy with dark, ruthless approval.

He let go of my chin and patted my cheek twice.

"Phase Two is over, Fraser. Go wash up. Tonight, you report to my dorm for Phase Three."

His smirk widened, full of dark promise.

"Tonight, I will finally take your virginity."

I washed up in the main showers as fast as I could, my legs shaking so hard I had to lean against the tile wall just to wash the dried sweat and pre-cum from my skin.

Every tiny movement of my thighs recalled the hollow, gaping ache inside me, desperate for the real thing.

By eight o’clock sharp, I stood in front of Neal’s dorm room door.

My heart felt like it was going to burst right through my ribs, not from fear this time, but from pure, unadulterated anticipation.

Phase One had opened me up; Phase Two had driven me to the brink of insanity. Now, Phase Three was finally here.

Before I could even raise my hand to knock, the door unlocked with a sharp click and swung inward.

Neal stood there naked, his massive eight-inch shaft standing rock-hard, fully flushed, and veined, pointing straight up toward his sculpted abdomen.

His dark Alpha scent hit me like a physical wave - raw cedarwood, warm amber, and heavy rut - filling the entire room until my breath caught in my throat.

"Get in," Neal growled, his voice deep, gravelly, and thick with restraint.

I stepped inside, and the door slammed shut and locked behind me.

Without waiting for his command, I stripped my clothes off in seconds, dropping my shirt, pants, and briefs into a messy heap on the floor.

I stood completely bare before him, my own dick fully erect and leaking a steady stream of slick onto my toes.

Neal’s dark eyes dragged up my body, taking in my flushed skin, my racing pulse, and the sheer desperation bleeding from my pores.

"No more plugs tonight, Fraser," Neal purred, stepping forward until his towering frame completely shadow-covered mine.

He reached out, his broad hand wrapping tightly around the back of my neck, tilting my face up while his thumb pressed firmly against my thumping pulse.

"You took my training. You stayed quiet on the field. Now you finally get what you’ve been begging for since high school."

"Please, Captain," I sobbed out, completely surrendering to his overwhelming aura. "Please... break me."

Neal smirked, a dark, ruthless tilt of his lips, and yanked me toward the bed.

He threw me onto his mattress, grabbing my ankles and pulling my legs wide apart, lifting them until my knees were practically pinned against my chest.

He didn’t bother with extra oil; my own slick and the lingering stretch from days of preparation had left my core gaping, wet, and perfectly ready for him.

Neal positioned himself between my thighs, lining the thick, blunt head of his massive cock right against my puckered entrance.

"Look at me, Rookie," Neal commanded, his voice dark and absolute.

I forced my tear-filled, glassy eyes to lock onto his dark gaze.

Slowly, ruthlessly, Neal leaned his weight forward and shoved his full eight inches inside me in one long, unbroken stroke.

"Ah...! FAAA-CK!"

A loud, shattering scream ripped from my throat as my walls opened up completely around his thick steel shaft.

There was no tearing, no sharp pain - just a blinding, breathless sensation of absolute fullness as his broad pelvic bone slammed flush against my bare buttocks.

He filled every single inch of me, burying himself so deep I could feel his heavy pulse throbbing right against my prostate.

Neal let out a low, animalistic growl, his hands coming down to pin my wrists flat against the sheets beside my head.

"Fuck, Fraser," Neal grunted, his dark eyes burning with intense, possessive heat as he felt how tight and hot I clasped around him. "You take every inch of me like you were made for it."

"Captain... Neal!" I whimpered, my hips arching off the bed instinctively as my body wrapped around his massive length.

Without giving me a second to rest, Neal pulled back to his tip and drove himself all the way back in, establishing a relentless, punishing rhythm.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sound of his hips pounding against my slicked skin filled the dim room, punctuated by my high-pitched, helpless moans.

Every single thrust hit my sweet spot with brutal accuracy, sending electric waves of pure ecstasy straight to my brain.

"You’re mine, Fraser," Neal growled, adjusting his grip to hoist my hips even higher off the mattress, driving deeper with every stroke. "Say it."

"I’m yours! I’m your Omega, Captain!" I cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down my face as my dick twitched frantically, untouched between us.

Neal’s pace grew faster, wilder, his Alpha instincts taking over as he pushed himself to the absolute limit inside my tight, yielding walls.

"I’m coming inside you, Rookie. Take every drop!" Neal growled, his jaw clenching as his grip tightened on my hips.

With three final, deep, bone-crushing thrusts, Neal slammed himself to his hilt and locked his hips tight against mine.

A high-pitched scream tore from my chest as a hands-free orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train, my dick spurting thick, warm ropes of cum all over my stomach and chest.

Inside me, Neal let out a deep, guttural roar as his shaft swelled, knotting firmly into my core, pumping his hot, heavy Alpha seed deep into my womb.

We lay there locked together, chest to chest, panting heavily in the quiet room as his mark settled deep inside me, completing the final phase of my surrender.