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5. CROSS

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CROSS

Days rolled by slowly yet that faithful night never left my mind nor my dreams. I woke up every middle of the night with an overwhelming amount of lust that made me shiver, moan and clench my fist in an attempt to stop myself from grabbing my dick.

I was horny. If there was any word that was higher than that, I was it.

My body remembered every detail down to the hard press against my back. Fuck! Cyrus was ruining my life and it was only the third day!

I woke up to a raging boner, my dick pulsing and aching with the need to slam into anything and fuck hard-- actually no, I wanted to be fucked. To be bent over and thoroughly rammed into by that fucker!

"God, what is wrong with me?" I ran a finger through my hair and pulled out a drawer where the photo sat. I've stared at it a lot of times and I've lost count, burned the picture in my brain that sometimes I could make out his figure in the dead of the night.

He assaulted me. Ripped me of my dignity and rough handled my dick to the point of pain. Fuck him and his audacity! Why did I have to suffer from his horniness?

"A god, huh?" well he was either of lust or of seduction because whatever he deposited inside me was far from gone.

Just three days ago I was relieved to know that any encounter or confrontations with Cyrus would never repeat itself again but sadly, I'd be the one chasing him down this time.

Sighing, I looked at the tent in my shorts with disappointment. It was inevitable. I had to beat my meat.

**

"Damien, hey!" James waved once our eyes met but I groaned and turned the other way where I was headed. "H-Hey, wait up." I maneuvered through the hallway heading for the field with my camera as an excuse and gate pass.

"Hey, what's with you, mam? Are you ignoring me or something?" he finally caught up and made the mistake of throwing his arms around my shoulders.

I flinched, a warm blush spreading to my cheeks. Damn! It would react to just anyone at this point. I shrugged him off and kept my distance.

"What do you want?"

"Don't tell me you're mad about leaving you to handle the-"

"Why? So now you're going to do whatever you want but I'm not allowed to feel however the fuck I want?" I glared at him, putting the frustration from my predicament.

"Oh, c'mon! That was three days ago," he said.

"And you're only walking up to me now. What do you want James?" I stopped and turned around to face him.

"Nothing. I just want to talk. I figured you'd be mad-"

"Patricia's not inviting you to hang, is she?" well what did he expect? She just used him to frustrate my efforts and it worked… with a stupid price. Even after wanking three times before heading to school, I was still horny.

Anger flashed in James eyes, "This isn't about Patricia." but he was all in defense mode so it didn't matter. "Look, I just wanted to say ‘nice article’ and ask why you took it down."

Ugh, don't fucking remind me. I walked at a slow pace, letting him catch up. After running out the first night, I took a long and hard stare at the photo, doubting everything but with proof in my hand. Strangely, it sparked an idea for an article on my blog and I wrote it.

"What can humans do when a god-like man steps on the field? Behold Cyrus Sinclair. Westbrook's most prized player both on the field and in the ladies heart.' Dude how do you write like that?" James sounded proud as he read the last line of my article. "And this photo looked kinda demonic don't you think?"

My heart jumped, "Delete that!"

"No. why? I like that."

"That's gay."

"Don't care. How'd you edit the wings and the eyes? Man! It looks good."

Just how many of these dick riders saved that photo? Well in my defense, I said I'd take down the article and I did. He could figure out how to erase it from everyone's mind.

Wait, could he do that?

What other tricks did he have up his sleeves besides seduction and lust?

"Okay, good talk, James," I hurried away from him, focusing on my goal. There was only one place Cyrus could be during extracurricular activities and it was on the field. Training or sticking his tongue down some girl's throat.

I headed first for the locker room and caught them right on time with Coach Ramsey walking out. He glanced at me then paused, "We're not taking recruits for the month. We're closed."

I wasn't ever going to apply for the soccer team.

"Lift your shirt and show me how solid you are," he was always out for the strong ones and unfortunately for me, I had a really nice build.

"I'm not here for the team, sir. I'm here to see Cyrus."

His frown deepened. He was an elderly man with blonde hair and strong black eyes that made these hulks shiver when he glared. "And who are you?"

"I uhm am Damian Cross from the school's press-"

"Are you the one behind the article 'Man or beast or both?'" that sounded threatening but I nodded and his eyes grew fiercer. "Well good heavens you took that down. Got the rest of the boys feeling left out." he stepped in closer enough to induce a threatening air.

"Now you listen to me, Cyrus might be a star player no doubt but it's folks like you who forgets that team work makes the dream work." he poked my shoulder hard enough to drill a hole. "You don't leave out the rest of my boys next time or I'm coming for you."

"A-Are you allowed to say that to a student, sir?" he had me almost pissing my pants but this was nothing compared to the shit scare I got from Cyrus's ambush on my way home from a stroll the other night.

He smirked, "When it comes to my team, I'm allowed to say whatever the fuck I want. Now unless you're recording, you better delete-"

"I'm not!" I blurted out and he gave me a deep and long stare before he stood straight.

"Good. Keep in touch, press guy." he walked out, finally leaving room for some air and I took my chance at breathing.

I never wanted to face that again. I walked in, peeped first and saw a few guys in the locker room putting on their shirts. They turned to stare with question in their eyes.

"Sorry, I'm looking for Cyrus."

They said nothing, just pointed further down. I saw no one there but I figured I shouldn't ask much. I walked in and the closer I got, the louder the kissing sound got.

My body acted up in response as my mind pictured Cyrus in a kiss. Fuck! This wasn't just about the lust now, it was about my body needing him, craving him for a good fuck.

I got to the end and looked to the left. Cyrus had a brunette backed up against a locker with one of her legs hanging off his hip. His hands roamed the curve of her body as his lips stayed glued to hers. He pulled away a little to undo his belt, pushed his jeans down a little.

I blushed at the sight of his fair arse-- so white, so yummy- ew. Gross. Before I got front row seats to a real life p**n, I cleared my throat making the brunette- Cindy, one of the popular girls in my class, jump and shriek in fright.

"What the fuck!" she gasped, heaving for breath with her lipstick smeared over her lips. She glared at me, angry that I interrupted her chance for dick.

Well, boohoo! I needed dick myself!

I mean- no, not like that. I needed him- not his dick- ugh, it didn’t matter. Just seeing him glare at me with clenched jaw was making my dick hard. Fuck!

"I need to talk to you-"

"Get out," he growled. "Don't you have eyes?"

I cocked my head to Cindy. Was she seriously still waiting for me to-

"Leave!" she commanded. "Now."

"Does Bryan know you're here?" I asked, folding my arms. "He's been looking for you."

Panic flashed in her eyes. "You wouldn't-"

I took out my phone and started to swipe to my camera when she groaned like a demon and grabbed her bag from the floor.

"Fuck you!" she said to me and turned to Cyrus with very desperate eyes.

"Catch you some other time, Cindy. I'll deal with this."

"You better," she looked like she wanted a kiss but with my being here, she wouldn’t risk it. She stormed out, leaving me alone with a really very angry god.

He pulled his pants up and I got a view of his curly pubic hair-- should he have that since he was a god?

"What the fuck do you want? Who do you think you are to ruin my lunch?" he growled and his eyes blazed in fury. "You have a lot of nerves-"

"Undo it," I was scared shitless but being turned on right now wasn't helping. Even more reasons why I needed his spell gone.

"What?"

"The spell or whatever it is," I whispered, clenching my fists as waves of shocks hit me rolling down south as all the blood rushed there. "Undo it. I took down the article so undo what you put inside me or I swear I'll put it right back.”

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