My Dark Jock: The Complete Series (My Dark Jock Series)

by Arden Long

“I didn’t say you could get up. Crawl,” he growls, and my dick twitches and aches against the metal bars of the cage.

New kink unlocked. “Snap, and we stop immediately. Understand?” I nod. I wouldn’t have even considered that. Good thing one of us knows what he’s doing.

It feels so good being trapped in place like this, as he moves me and uses me as he wants.

“You hide it so well from everyone else. Your friends, the guys on the team. But you can’t hide it from me. I can see how much you need to be dominated.

own you, and I can do whatever I want with you, and you’ll love every fucking second of it because you’re my cum whore. Isn’t that right?”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I nod. I want him to fuck me so bad. I want him to fuck me so hard and fast I can’t breathe.

Finally, it all stills, and for a blissful moment, all that matters is the connection between his body and mine. Everything else falls away, meaningless in the euphoria.

“Good boy,” he pants into my back. I close my eyes and let the afterglow bathe me.

I want him to care for me in a way he doesn’t care for anyone else.

“Except me. And you can’t stand it, but at the same time, deep down, you crave it. No one else can give you what I can.”

God I would love to kiss him right now. But I shake my head. “Whenever I want.” His jaw tightens. “Perhaps I could allow it as part of your reward system.”

I shake my head again, surprised at my own bravery. His offer isn’t good enough. “Once a day. At a time of my choosing.”

“I’m in charge of all aspects of your life, not just studying and sex. I want full control. You can still tap out at any time, but when you’re with me, I’m your master.”

To be honest I’d do almost anything if it means he keeps giving me his cock. It’s my drug of choice. Mal is my dealer, and he’s got me good and hooked.

Part of me bristles at how stupidly cute he looks like this. No one has any business looking this cute first thing in the morning after rolling out of bed.

He looks like a fucking overgrown sleepy puppy.

Ah yes, the one part of our deal that I have no control over: the kiss. He gets to kiss me once a day, at any time of his choosing. It makes me more uncomfortable than it should.

The sun has just started to peek over the horizon, and it’s a glorious fucking morning. One that I shouldn’t have to see because I should still be asleep.

We’re going to play a little game; you run, as fast as you can, and if I catch you . . .” he moves against me, and I can feel the hard length of his erection against my hip suggestively. “Understand?”

I run as fast as I can. I want him to catch me, but I also want the chase, the thrill of being hunted, of giving it my all and still being beaten.

He spits into his hands and then holds it under my mouth. I look at him, confused. “Spit,” he says. Thank fuck for that, for a moment there I thought he was going to make me lick it up. Which actually, oh no, is kinda hot.

This, this is something else. And it’s something I don’t want. Something I can’t have. This feels too intimate.

Holy shit, he’s blind as hell. So does he wear contacts most of the time? Or is he just really good at guessing where everything is?

This is revolutionary. I’m starting to think that Mal might be a bit of . . . a nerd. Mind blown.

“Honey, you’re home!” I say cheerfully. He stares up at me, completely deadpan. Not even the hint of a smile. Yeesh.

I grunt and start to suck, but he grabs the back of my neck. “I didn’t tell you to suck me off. Keep still. I just want to keep my cock warm with your mouth.”

I ache to be allowed to swallow around him and pleasure him until he blows his load in my mouth.

It’s the second time I’ve had fingers up my ass today, and it’s not even lunchtime.

“Good boy. Do you want your hole filled?”

Ugh, hearing him beg like this is like goddamn crack in my veins.

Who’d have thought North Nolan was a natural sub? I never imagined I would own him so completely.

And with all that bouncy golden retriever energy he has, he probably burns through calories like kerosene.

It must be strange for him to be dominated like this when he’s so idolized in all other aspects of his life.

“Are you two f—” “Fuck off Paul!” I snap. Paul’s mouth clamps shut automatically, obeying my instruction without even thinking.

But he can’t dump me because WE’RE NOT GOING OUT. Shit, how do I get out of here?

But now I have the real thing. I have the real North, and he’s so much better than the fantasies ever were. And I can’t lose that.

His face is tight and closed off. Unreadable. I always wanted to wipe that dopey grin off his face, but not like this. I don’t like this.

For a moment back there, when he told me he likes me, I thought he was going to try to kiss me again. And I don’t know if I’m relieved he didn’t . . . or disappointed.

Self-preservation? I don’t know her.

I want to slide my hand up his back, feel the soft bump of his scar under my fingertips.

And dammit, I want to kiss him more than once a day and have him kiss me back without freaking out. I want him, more than I’ve wanted anyone.

I will never get over how good he looks. Did I really go through my whole life thinking I was straight? Because wow.

“Win this game for us, and I’ll let you come first.” Shit, if that isn’t motivation to play my best I don’t know what is.

I’m already itching to get out there and show him how good I can play for him.

The shouts and cheers feed me. But all of that dims when Malcolm catches my eye and smiles. It’s a small and controlled thing, the faintest curling of his lips just visible under his helmet. But it makes me beam with the power of a thousand suns.

Mal is expecting me to win. So, I’m going to fucking win. Because god dammit, I want my reward.

She plants a kiss on my cheek, her lips soft and warm in a way that I wish Malcolm’s were. I close my eyes briefly and try to imagine it’s him

THE MOMENT Becki’s lips touch his skin, every cell in my body freezes.

They look so good together, the perfect all-American dream.

Because Malcolm Blackwood, the Malcolm Blackwood, is giving me a blow job.