Mr. Beast_An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  A strip of black cloth was tied around the wound on his left arm. I quivered at the sight of his naked torso—muscled, scarred, and wounded. He looked like the epitome of manliness, the wounds not affecting him at all.

  I felt myself getting incredibly wet as he continued to tease me through my jeans. His large fingers fumbled with the buttons. Then he grabbed my jeans with both strong hands and ripped them open. Buttons popped as he yanked them to the floor, eager to get a better view.

  I unclipped my bra behind my back, letting it fall forward as he pulled my panties down gently.

  I felt him suck at my left nipple as his fingers slid up into my soaking pussy. He entered me with two fingers.

  I moaned again in pleasure. “Cruz, I’m going to ride you slowly.”

  His mouth moved to my other nipple, caressing me with his big tongue. I felt a tingle of pleasure as he sucked at me, tendrils of ecstasy flowing outward from my core.

  I stood there for a long moment, eyes closed as I lost myself in the sensation of him. I ran my hand down his muscles, from his neck to his shoulders, squeezing them gently.

  He looked up at me and our eyes locked. I felt a connection to him, a closeness that I had felt from the first moment we’d become intimate. My heart lurched with emotion as he stared at me.

  “Cruz,” I moaned between waves of pleasure as his fingers stretched my pussy. “Get the rest of your clothes off. I want to see you.”

  He stood up in front of me, powerful muscles bunching wonderfully.

  I stood in front of him, naked. I stroked his chest as he unfastened his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. His massive cock bulged through his tight boxer shorts. I grabbed it, eyes wide as I felt his girth beneath my hand. I caressed his cock gently, delighting in his growl of desire, his hips moving in time with my hand as I stroked him.

  He pulled his boxers down slowly, teasingly. I grabbed his cock as it emerged rock hard.

  I continued to stroke him, watching his face contort in pleasure at my firm grip. I jerked him off slowly, with a steady rhythm.

  “You’re beautiful, Alexandra,” he said. “You’re mine. I ain’t never letting you go.” He spoke gently, moaning the words.

  I pushed him back onto the bed. “Lie down,” I commanded. I grabbed my breasts as he settled back reclining. His hand was on his cock as he reclined back on the bed, watching me approach.

  I crawled onto the bed, slowly approaching him. My hard nipple brushed the end of his cock as he held it in place for me. I knelt as my hips reached his. I took him in my hand, jerking him gently, teasing his shaft with my wet pussy as I stroked his cock.

  I had to rise up high on my knees to guide his hard cock into me. I sat back down, slowly, teasing him as he entered. I was so horny that he slipped in easily. I felt him fill me to the brim, like he completed me. Like we were meant for each other.

  Waves of crackling electricity spread from his cock inside me, rising up into my stomach and breasts. I felt a tingling pulse through my body as I took all of him. Using my knees for support, I rode him gently at first, leaning forward on my hands and arching my back, breasts swinging gently.

  “Oh, fuck…” I moaned. He was pushing up with his hips in time with mine. I resisted the urge to fuck him as fast as I could until he exploded inside me.

  I increased in pace as I felt his breathing increase in speed, an animalistic desire in his blue eyes. His hands were on my waist, accentuating his thrusts.

  He looked deeply into my eyes. “Yeah. That’s it. Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said through clenched teeth.

  I somehow managed to slow myself slightly, my eyes still on his. “Cruz…” I said, a wave of emotion building inside of me, sexual pleasure and the release of tension mixed with strong emotion. “I love you, Cruz,” I said, cheeks reddening.

  He thrust into me more passionately at my words. “Oh fuck, Lex. I love you.”

  I was amazed to hear his words, hoping briefly that it wasn’t said merely in the heat of passion. It didn’t matter at the moment though. Nothing else did.

  When I couldn’t control myself any longer, I rode him harder, faster. His hips thrusted with me as I rode him, and I felt a familiar rising of pleasure in my stomach. I let myself go, moaning loudly as I felt his cock stiffen, getting even harder.

  He was grunting regularly in pleasure, eyes still on mine. I grabbed his hands and pushed them back over his head and leaned forward. Our faces were inches away from each other.

  “I’m coming, Alexandra. Oh, fuck…”

  I slid back and forth, biting my lip with pleasure, eyes half-closed as I felt an orgasm building. His whole body tensed beneath me and his cock started to twitch.

  I came as he exploded inside me, his strong convulsions adding greater pleasure to my orgasm, almost painful in its intensity. He pushed into me harder as he came, stomach muscles bunching as my whole body was pushed up towards him.

  He kissed me passionately, gasping with pleasure into my mouth.

  I moaned as the waves of pleasure built into an explosive finish, body tensing, pussy tightening around his cock. I screamed as the orgasm hit, everything else forgotten.

  Cruz moaned in pleasure as he watched me orgasm, his cock still twitching from his own.

  I fell forward onto him, collapsing, weak after the pleasure started to fade. He was breathing deeply, steadily, his strong chest rising and falling as I lied there on top of him.

  “Wow.” I said, panting. “That…that was amazing.”

  Cruz

  Alexandra had come alive on top of me, riding me hard and fast. I didn’t think sex could get any better than the first time. I was wrong. This had felt different, more intense; passion and emotion had strengthened the pure sexual gratification.

  I’d told her I loved her, amazed at my own words, mostly because I had meant it. I had fallen for this girl, deeply and unashamedly. Without even realizing it, my emotions resurfaced after years of solitude.

  After we had both cum, the sexual pleasure fading, the feeling of love was still there. Stronger, even. I vowed to myself that my only goal in life now was to make her happy. And I would strive in everything I did to make it happen.

  “Cruz,” she spoke gently into my ear, “I do love you, you know. It wasn’t just… in the moment.”

  I turned to her, planting a big, lingering kiss on her lips. “I love you too, Lex. And I mean it. I ain’t one to say things I don’t mean.”

  She laughed, relieved. “That’s for damn sure.”

  I thought about the past, and our unknown future stretching out before us. The regrets, shame, and fear of being hurt I had once carried around with me seemed distant, fading quickly. There wouldn’t be much room for anything other than the burgeoning love I felt for her. I felt like I had started to heal inside, simply from her acceptance. Her acceptance of every side of me…

  This girl was something else.

  “Listen, Lex—I ain’t going back to what I used to do. Ain’t gonna… do the things I used to.”

  She stared into my eyes. “Kill people, you mean?”

  “I’m being serious, babe. I ain’t gonna put myself at risk when all I want to do is keep you safe, make you happy. I’m a changed man already, I feel…different, ya know?”

  Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. “I know, you big oaf. Me too. I’ve never felt like this before.” She paused for a second, thoughtfully. “Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll speak to my dad. He’ll be able to arrange something for you. How does ‘Cruz Miller, Head of Security Operations’ sound?”

  I grimaced. “Ain’t one for sitting on my butt all day. And I don’t wanna wear a suit…Unless you ask me to, of course.” I winked.

  She tapped me playfully on the chest. “No, not like that. He mentioned something about a vacant position a few weeks ago. A security consultant. Plus, he’ll probably want someone to improve security on the house after what’s happened.” She smiled mischievously. “I’ll put in a good word.
If you’re a good boy, that is.”

  I smiled back at her, looking into her big, brown eyes. “I’m out of practice, but I’m a fast study. Now kiss me.”

  She did, and at that moment, I knew I would never kiss anyone else again.

  Hard Catch

  A Sports Romance

  Sophie Madison

  ONE

  Brooke

  As I walked back to my apartment on the edge of campus, I considered how my first two years had gone. Buffalo State University. My dream school.

  Things were good, I was good. Good grades, nice apartment. I was lucky. Just two more years and I could be whatever I wanted to be. Whoever I wanted to be.

  With a half-mile or so to go until I got home, I heard a group of drunk frat boys behind me. Why did I take the shortcut through the darkest part of campus? I scolded myself.

  I picked up the pace. I could probably outrun them if I had to. Jackasses, I hated that I even need to consider it.

  “Hey, baby. Wanna party?”

  I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as I walked even faster.

  “Where you going, babe? We won’t take very long.”

  Laughter filled the air behind me. Why didn’t I call Jocelyn to come pick me up? I’d stayed late in the lab working on assignments before, but I had always made sure she came to get me.

  “You better fucking stop, bitch.”

  The tone of the taunting voice had changed. My heart beat faster as I clutched the straps of my backpack, wondering if I should stop or keep going. I glanced down the dark, deserted path ahead and saw nothing.

  “You hear me, bitch?”

  They sounded close. Too close. I gripped my phone. Dial 911, I told myself.

  “Get her!” someone yelled.

  A hand grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. I stopped and spun around, phone in my hands.

  “I’m recording this,” I said, holding up the device.

  “Fuck you and your phone,” the man said then slapped it out of my hand.

  It skidded across the bricks of the walkway.

  “What the hell?

  I took a step toward the phone. When I bent over to pick it up, the group of five guys whistled and made crude comments about my ass.

  “You’re lucky you didn’t break it,” I said as I stood up with it in my hand.

  “Oh? Are we? Little girl’s got some balls, does she?”

  They reminded me of wolves as they circled around me. One took a swig from a fifth of whiskey then handed it to someone else.

  “Look, I’m calling the police. You don’t want to be here when they arrive.”

  I held my phone up and turned on the screen.

  Would they leave if I acted calm and not afraid? That was my only hope.

  “Come on,” he said. “Let me get a taste of you at least.”

  “No!” I shouted then attempted to walk past him.

  He and the others stopped me, closing the circle.

  “You’re not hot enough to fuck, but I’ll give you a little lick,” red-shirt said.

  “Get her, Derek,” someone said.

  “Don’t use my name, asshole!” he shouted angrily.

  “Look, if you let me go on my way, we’ll call it a night, okay? No harm, no foul.”

  “Like I said, let me get a little taste, and I’ll let you go on your way.”

  He reached for me again. I pulled away. Someone behind me put his hands on my waist and said, “Settle down, honey, and it will all be over quick.”

  I would never forget the darkness in his voice, or what happened next.

  Out of nowhere, Austin King, star Running Back for the Buffalo State Giants, appeared in between two of the others, joining their circle.

  “What’s up, fellas?” he said, putting his hands on the two shoulders next to him.

  “What the fuck do you want, Austin?” Derek, in the red shirt, asked haughtily.

  “Can’t you guys get laid back at the frat house? Do you need to be out here harassing young women like…” He looked over at me. “What’s your name?”

  “Brooke,” I said in as steady of a voice as I could muster.

  “You don’t need to be harassing a nice lady like Brooke. Not tonight.”

  “What do you have to do with her?” Derek asked.

  He and the others stepped back, surrounding Austin and myself.

  “Do you really want to do this?” Austin asked in a cocky voice.

  I stared at his body so fit, huge, and ready for anything.

  “Let’s just go,” I pleaded.

  “No,” he said, not taking his eyes off Derek. “These idiots need to learn a lesson.”

  “Yeah?” Derek and the others laughed. “What are you going to do about it? There’s more of us than you, dumbass.”

  “You need a counting lesson.”

  Austin put his fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly. Four of his buddies yelled and hollered as they rushed up the path toward us. The frat guys stepped back, forming a line.

  “About time you guys caught up,” Austin said when the newcomers lined up next to us.

  I recognized two of them from the football team. One, Trey, I had helped with a knee injury during summer break.

  “What’s going on?” Trey, a defensive lineman, asked as he stared at the fraternity brothers.

  “These guys were just about to leave,” Austin said.

  He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned like nothing mattered in the world.

  “You’re fucking lucky,” Derek said, pointing a finger at me.

  Austin took two steps forward, followed by Trey and the other beefy football players. The frat boys took off running down the path, hooting and hollering as if they’d won the confrontation.

  Fucking idiots.

  I turned my attention to Austin. He dropped his arms and stared directly into my eyes.

  “Thank you,” I said as I put my hand on his arm.

  Those muscles, though!

  “No problem,” he said. “What are you doing out so late?”

  “I’m on my way home from the lab. I can’t tell you how lucky I am you were here, those guys are…” My voice ran dry.

  “Total creeps. Not all guys are like that, you know.”

  “Some are the white knight types, like yourselves?”

  “Yeah I guess we are.”

  I maintained eye contact.

  “You’re Brooke, right?” Trey asked.

  “Yeah.” I turned to face him. “You remembered.”

  “You really helped with my knee.”

  “Good. Sports medicine is my dream.” I turned to Austin. “Thanks again, but I need to get home. My roommate is probably worried sick.”

  “I’ll walk you the rest of the way,” he said.

  “That’s not necessary.”

  Shut-up! Let him do it!

  “I insist.” He turned to Trey. “I’ll see you guys at practice tomorrow.”

  “Don’t stay out too late,” Trey, said as he held out his fist.

  “For sure,” Austin said, bumping the fist with his own.

  As the others took off down the path toward the direction the frat boys had gone, Austin turned to me. He still had that cocky grin on his face as if everything always went his way.

  “Do you live close?”

  I nodded.

  “Not too much farther. You really don’t need to walk with me.”

  “Brooke, it’s fine. I want to walk with you.”

  “Thanks,” I said, trying to keep the butterflies in my stomach. I needed to figure out a way to repay him. And my lips wanted everything to do with it.

  TWO

  Brooke

  We walked side by side, a thousand thoughts running through my mind.

  “You’re quiet,” he said.

  “Oh, not usually. I mean, I am when I meet someone the first time, but not when I get to know them. This whole situation is super weird. Ugh. And now I’m rambling.”

  He laughed.


  “Breathe. You’re fine now.”

  The way he said it made me want to believe him.

  “You guys are having a great season,” I said, trying to make small talk.

  “Yeah, I’m the…”

  “I know who you are,” I said, cutting him off. “I’m usually at all of the games.”

  “I’m surprised I haven’t noticed you before.”

  “I’m not, anyway you can go,” I said. “I’m good from here.”

  “I’ll walk with you the rest of the way.”

  “Thanks, why were you out here anyway?”

  “We were on our way to a party on campus.”

  “I thought the football players weren’t allowed to party.”

  “Nah,” he said. “We can go as long as we don’t get ourselves into too much trouble.”

  “Oh? So what can you get away with?”

  I’m pretty sure I knew what he was getting at.

  He peered over at me and grinned.

  “All sorts of things.”

  “Yeah, I know all about your reputation.”

  “My reputation, huh?”

  “You’re a player in more than one sense of the word.”

  “Clever.”

  I turned away, rolling my eyes. Any chance I had with him was probably shot now.

  “My house is the blue one at the end of this street.”

  “You walk all this way yourself every night?”

  “No, I was at the lab late tonight. Jocelyn usually comes to pick me up, but we’ve been arguing.”

  “Jocelyn?”

  “My roommate.”

  I glanced over. He had this look about him. He felt both dangerous and safe, if that was even possible.

  He turned toward me. “Will your roommate be home?”

  “I’m not sure. Why?”

  “I thought you might want to invite me inside, you know, to thank me.”

  I stopped. He continued for a few steps then did the same, turning around to face me.

  “What?” he asked innocently.

  “You’re no better than those assholes,” I responded, totally offended.

  “At least I’m giving you a choice and not groping you.” He stepped forward. “No offense, but I have no trouble getting laid. I thought you might want to…”

  His voice trailed off.

  “I might want to what? Do you?”