Chapter 95: Pucking the virgin rookie -1

"Rookie, welcome to the league!" one of the players shouted, clapping my shoulder as I stepped into the dressing room.

Other players echoed variations of the same welcome.

I gave a tight nod, scanning the space while trying desperately to keep my eyes at eye level.

I don’t think I had ever seen so many different sizes and shapes of dick in my entire life.

Every single owner was completely comfortable walking around naked.

My shy, virgin self could never—especially not in a room full of dominant, unsuppressed Alphas.

"Welcome to the big boys’ league, Rookie."

That was the coach’s voice.

"You can call me Coachie. Everyone will be introduced to you in due time, but for now, you need to change out and prepare for practice."

He tapped my shoulder before guiding me toward the very last locker.

He was leading me to someone I knew all too well: Neal Halden.

Neal was my senior in high school, an incredible player I had admired from afar back when I was just a nobody nerd he didn’t even know existed.

"This is Neal, team captain and striker," Coach said.

"You’re going to shadow him and learn everything you can if you hope to be half as good a striker as he is."

Coach looked over at Neal.

"This is Corey Fraser, your second. Please go easy on this one."

Neal smirked and nodded, and Coach walked off.

My eyes involuntarily dipped, tracing the fine lines of Neal’s torso.

My gaze trailed lower down to the eight-inch cock standing right before me.

Fuck. It’s even bigger up close—thick, veined, the head already a little flushed like it knows it’s being stared at.

I want to drop to my knees so badly it’s embarrassing.

The sheer sight of him sent a wave of heat through me.

Before I could stop it, I felt precum coating the tip of my own dick.

Practicing day and night to pass tryouts, applying to Kingston College specifically because I knew he was here—all of it had been to get closer to him.

But standing this close was overwhelming.

"Rookie."

His voice snapped me back.

Shit. I had been staring for way too long.

"Yes?" I stammered, my heart racing against my ribs.

"Can you at least try to be subtle?"

Neal’s lips twitched with a slight, arrogant smirk.

"I... I didn’t mean to stare," I said, dropping my gaze firmly to my shoes.

"I’m sorry."

"Just change into your jersey so we can head to the field," he said, changing the subject.

Whew. Thank God.

But relief was instantly replaced by a new problem.

How was I supposed to strip naked in front of all these upperclassmen?

I unzipped my duffel bag painfully slowly, adjusting my glasses three times just to buy time.

I subtly reached up to check that my scent-blocker patch was still firmly stuck behind my ear.

The last thing I needed was my sweet Omega scent flaring and giving me away to the whole locker room.

Neal caught my hesitation, leaning against his locker with his arms folded across his chest.

"Too shy to change out in the open?"

I nodded frantically, biting the inside of my lip.

Without another word, he jerked his chin toward the back of the room, signaling for me to follow.

I trailed behind him to one of the private stalls near the back.

He stepped inside, waited for me to cross the threshold, and clicked the lock into place.

"Alright, go ahead and change now," Neal said, leaning back against the door.

"With you in here?"

I clutched my shirt to my chest.

"You just got a full view of mine," he replied, his eyes tracking me coolly.

His rich Alpha scent flared slightly, trapping us together in the tight space.

"Why can’t I see yours?"

Fair point.

Hands shaking slightly, I slowly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the small bench.

Then I reached down, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my pants, stepping out of my underwear as fast as humanly possible to get it over with.

Standing completely naked in front of Neal Halden was terrifying.

My pulse was hammering so hard in my ears that I could barely breathe, and heat flared right behind my neck.

Despite the fresh scent-blocker patch firmly stuck behind my ear, my spiked heart rate pushed a thick, sweet wave of Omega scent past the synthetic seal.

The sugary, desperate aroma instantly cut through the damp air of the stall.

Neal leaned back against the stall door, his eyes darkening as he took a deep, deliberate breath through his nose.

"Well, well," Neal murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes dragged slowly up my bare body.

"A shy little Omega. And leaking for me already."

My breath hitched. I clutched my jersey over my chest like a shield, my face burning with pure embarrassment.

"I—I’m using a patch," I whispered, backing up until my spine hit the cool tiles of the stall wall.

Neal didn’t answer.

He stepped forward, closing the tiny distance between us until his massive frame completely boxed me in.

His rich Alpha scent flared—heavy cedarwood and dark amber—flooding the small enclosure until my head spun and my knees trembled.

The sheer density of his aura made my chest heave, pulling my Omega instincts straight to the surface.

He reached out, his long fingers trailing lightly down the side of my neck, brushing right past my scent patch.

The contrast between his cool fingertips and my feverish skin made me shiver violently.

"You’ve been looking at me with those big, desperate eyes since you walked through that door, haven’t you, Rookie?" he purred.

His thumb pressed lightly against the underside of my jaw, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Staring like you wanted to eat me alive."

I swallowed hard, incapable of lying to him when he was looking right into my soul.

"Yes," I breathed out, completely exposed.

Neal smirked, the arrogant, ruthless tilt of his lips driving a fresh surge of heat straight to my gut.

"Good boy. At least you’re honest."

He slid his hand down my ribcage, his broad palm scalding against my bare flesh, all the way down to my hip.

With a sudden, firm tug, he pulled my body flush against his hard, naked front.

I gasped as his massive eight-inch cock pressed directly against my lower belly—fully hard, pulsing, warm, and dangerous.

The raw heat of him threatened to melt my staying power completely.

"Then let’s see how much you really wanted this," Neal whispered against my ear, his breath hot against my shell-shocked skin.

He gripped my right thigh, lifting my leg with effortless strength and hooking it securely around his hip.

I clung to his broad, muscle-bound shoulders for dear life, fingers digging into his skin, completely helpless as his heavy Alpha aura overwhelmed every single one of my senses.

My slick was already running down my inner thigh, making a mess of us both, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

He brought the thick, slick head of his cock to my entrance, lining himself up without a second of hesitation.

I held my breath, biting my lip until I tasted copper as he pushed forward.

The sheer width and blunt pressure stretched my unyielding folds open for the very first time.

Pain mixed with intense, blinding heat.

I let out a sharp, involuntary whine, my eyes squeezing shut as my hands tightened desperately on his shoulders.

My body instinctively clenched tight around the intrusion, refusing to yield easily.

Neal froze instantly.

He didn’t pull back, but he stopped his forward push entirely.

His dark eyes locked onto mine with intense scrutiny as he felt the tight, unyielding wall blocking his path.

His chest heaved against mine, his pulse racing just as fast as mine.

"Wait," Neal growled, his voice tight, strained, and thick with forced restraint.

He slid two fingers down between us, feeling the narrow, unworked seam where he was trying to force his way in.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No," I choked out, tears of sensory overload and sharp pressure blurring my vision.

My voice trembled so badly it barely sounded like my own.

"I... I’m a virgin."

Neal held my gaze for a long, agonizing second, the silence inside the stall heavy and suffocating between us.

His jaw set firm, muscles ticking along his cheekbone as he fought his own raging Alpha instincts.

He looked down at where he was buried barely an inch inside me, then looked back up into my tear-filled eyes.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pulled back completely.

He slid out of my tight ring, the sudden absence leaving me feeling completely hollow and raw.

I let out a shaky, broken breath, my leg sliding back down to the cold tile floor as my entire body shivered from the sudden loss of contact and warmth.

Neal didn’t say a single word.

He stepped back, breaking the suffocating physical contact between us.

He reached for his pants hanging on the hook, guided his thick dick back inside his briefs, and pulled the zipper up with a sharp, decisive sound that echoed off the damp stall walls.

He adjusted his belt, smoothed down his compression shirt, and turned his gaze back to me.

His dominant aura settled back down, burying the heat from seconds ago under a wall of cool, disciplined control.

"Dress up," Neal said flatly, his voice fully under control, devoid of any leftover lust.

He reached out and unlocked the stall door with a loud click.

"And meet me on the field for practice in five minutes."

Before I could even process what had just happened, he swung the door open and walked out without looking back once.

He left me standing naked, slick, and trembling in the quiet, empty stall.