Anyone But Me

by J.D. Frost

Besides, trying to keep a kid away from sugar is like pissing in the wind. Impossible.

What

And when he speaks, his voice is angrier than I’ve ever heard it. “Who did this to you?”

“It’s because I can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you, okay?” His throat bobs with an audible click. “Anyone but me.”

“If you ever get the stomach flu again, you come and see me. Understand?”

“Your skin tastes like sugar. So fucking sweet.”

It’s a serious power-trip, seeing this big, broad football player on his knees for me, panting and whimpering just from jerking my cock.

I jerk my chin toward the wetness at my tip. “You’ve made a hell of a mess. Are you gonna clean it up?”

“They’re looking for you. They could come in here any second. What would they say if they saw you like this, huh? What would they say if they knew that their captain was on his knees for me, moaning like a damn whore?”

It’s fucked up, I know. To ask my bully to keep bullying me.

Everyone will see Asher torturing me, degrading me, treating me like dirt. But what they won’t know is that in these brief, private moments between us, I was the one in charge.

“Just so you know, I still hate you.” He grins. “Good. This’d be way less fun if you didn’

Is that a thing? You reach a certain level of wealth and you have to buy a water fountain?

“I’m sorry,” I whisper hoarsely. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Oakley…” he whispers, panting breaths hitting my lips. “Don’t you get it? I would hurt anyone for you. Anyone. All you have to do is tell me who it is.”

“Is it so wrong for me to want to protect you?” “No,” I choke out. “It’s not. Because that’s what I’m doing for you, by not telling you.”

“Deeper. Yeah, that’s it. Hold it there. Choke on my cock, baby. Let me hear how much you love it.”

Our sacs slap together, cockheads knocking into each other, fluid dripping everywhere and mingling with the layer of sweat slicking our skin.

“I want your cum all over me, Asher,” I say, digging my nails into the meat of his ass. “Give it to me. Give me your load, baby.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Oakley. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Y-you have?” I choke out, gaze flicking to Asher.

I can’t be looking at my terroriser like a lovesick fool, even though I kind of am one.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” I say. “So sweet. So… mine

Clear your schedule for tonight. You’re mine.

“The police think it was a hit and run, that someone literally ran their car off of the road. Something to do with tire marks or— I don’t know. They never found the other driver, though.”

Jamie

“Want me to jerk you, nice and slow until you're begging to come? To take you down the back of my throat and swallow your load? Tell me, Ash. Tell me what you want.” “I want—” He gasps again, a moan catching in his throat. What he says next has my heart skidding to a complete stop. “I want you inside me. Like, right now.”

He smirks and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a condom and packet of lube from the pocket. “I’ve sort of been carrying them with me since that time at the carnival. Wishful thinking, I guess.”

“Do I look fragile to you? Fuck me like you hate me, Farrow. I can take it.” I lean down, my breath ghosting over his lips. “Trust me, I won’t have to pretend.”

“Look at you,” I growl. “Stretched out around me, moaning so loud they’ll hear you three towns over. You love it, don’t you? You love my cock. You’re a slut for it.”

“You shouldn’t have let me do this, Ash,” I tell him, our foreheads mashed together. “Now, I’m gonna want a piece of this ass every fucking day. Think you can handle that?”

Does she shiver when he touches her, the way I did? Does she cherish the finger shaped bruises he leaves on her?

The star quarterback is kneeling at my feet, in his fucking uniform, with his lips parted, ready to suck my cock.

“Open up, Ash,” I rasp, head tipping back as the heat of his mouth wraps around my length. “That’s it. Make it nice and wet.”

I peel his hand off of my hip, sucking two fingers into my mouth, swallowing around them like he’s doing to me. His eyes roll back, the vibrations of his moans sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. “Fuck your fingers, baby. Get yourself ready for me.”

I position myself at his hole, pausing a beat before pushing inside. “This might hurt.” “I can take it.”

“Fuck me hard, Oakley. Make me feel it for a month.”

“You want me to fuck you so good that you won’t be able to walk? So that everyone will take one look at you and know your ass belongs to me? You’re mine, Ash, and I’m never letting you go again.”

“Say it. Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours, Oakley. I’ll always be yours.”

“I’m so close. Jerk that fucking cock, Ash.” He wraps his hand around himself, his garbled moan ringing in my ears. “Oh, please,” he pants. “Please, baby. Please come inside me.”

“Wanna feel you when I win the game,” he continues. “Wanna feel how much you own me.”

A month ago, Asher stood in front of me, watching me bleed, telling me that he owned me and it seemed like the worst thing in the world. And now...

Jesus, even from all the way up here I can see how his muscles ripple with every movement, the way his pants hug his round ass perfectly. The ass I was inside of just minutes ago.

She nods slowly, tauntingly. “Sure do. I saw her follow you inside. Were you trying to be sly, getting her to wait a couple of minutes to come out after you left?”

“Please, Oakley. I can’t do this without you. I love you.”

I was fucking gone. Done for. He owned me right from that moment, no matter how much I tried to fight it, to force the feelings away.

“I got stabbed with a shard of glass.” I freeze, going so still that I’m not even sure I’m breathing anymore.

“At least tell me you fought back.” “Oh, yeah. I stabbed the bastard in the side with a piece of glass.”

I spent hours–days, even–trying to figure out who was hurting Oakley, why he couldn’t just tell me. But I never, ever expected that it would be his uncle. The Chief. The man responsible for taking care of Oakley, April and the whole fucking town.

“You set me up.” “It wasn’t my intention, but… it’s funny how life has a way of working itself out, isn’t it?”

“Oakley..” I choke out. “Fuck, baby, I missed you so much. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry for not saying it before.”

“Who are you?” he asks. And just like that, my whole world falls apart.