Desired: Loving An Alpha Male (3 page)

“Ho-ly mother of…” My eyes were large as I felt him consume my insides.  I think I heard a faint wrapper noise while his tongue was inside me, but I couldn’t confirm it. And to be quite frank, I didn’t care. If he even thought about pulling out of me this second I would murder him. Shit, he was huge! I tried again to move back from him, but he gripped my hips tight.

“Don’t move, baby. Just relax and let your body get used to me.”

“God, I don’t know if I can,” I replied shaking my head.

“The moment I saw you, I knew you were capable of taking all of me. Just trust me, baby, and relax. I’m about to make you feel so fucking good you’ll be screaming for me to go deeper and fuck you harder.”

Yeah, I doubt it.

However, I tried to relax, like he said.  I looked into his eyes and then his lips. I noticed my juices glistening all over his five o’clock shadow, and I think he knew exactly what I was looking at and thinking.  He said while smirking at me, “Yeah, I don’t do well with rules.”

“So I noticed,” I smirked back.

He laughed, and it was at that moment I knew he had the capability to destroy me, and oh I think he knew it. He started moving in me slowly at first; long and deep and it felt incredible.  He moved his hips, continuing to go deep in me and hitting spots that awakened pleasures I didn’t know anyone could.  I couldn’t take it any longer. He was driving me crazy. I started clawing at his shoulders just as he started picking up his pace. 

“Oh yes! Please just… Oh God….,” I panted.

Then the beating of my womanly parts started. When I say he fucked me so hard and so well; when he asked me what my name was, I couldn’t fucking tell him… Arrogant bastard.

I tried ways to get him to ease up on me but to no avail. He was taking no prisoners. I bit him in his shoulder to stop from screaming, and he didn’t slow down one bit. I grabbed his ass and squeezed and all he did was grunt his approval, moved my legs up further and continued to claim my body for his.  I came I don’t know how many times, especially when he found a spot inside me that had me cussing up a storm.  I said cuss words that I’ve never said before, making up phrases that I knew didn’t exist. And I really used the word “fuck” …like a lot. 

He growled and cursed too, and I hoped to hell those were good signs.  I got my answer when he placed his forearm next to my head and the other on the headboard, making his lips hover inches from mine. Feeling his breath on my face was one of the most calming things I had ever felt.  I can’t describe the feeling I was having this very moment. I grabbed hold of his ears, and we watched each other come apart with such force. Seeing the vulnerability and rawness in each other truly touched me. It was like we gave a part of ourselves to each other in that instant that we could never take back.

He finally collapsed on me. I instantly closed my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. I then felt him reach down between my legs, pull out of me and get out of bed. I followed the sound of his heavy footsteps as he walked away. Moments later, I heard him walk back to the bed. I thought he would start putting his clothes on, but I was wrong again. Instead, he crawled back into the bed, pulled me back into his arms with his chest against my back and covered us with a sheet.

He kissed the back of my head. Soon I heard heavy breathing coming from him.

I sighed deeply.
Yeah, he can’t follow rules worth shit.

I opened my eyes and looked out into the darkness coming from the balcony door.  I wasn’t sure what woke me, but I closed my eyes and started to fall back to sleep when I felt a soft leg draped over mine move.

Oh fuck.

I turned my head ready to wake this girl up, so she can get out of my bed, when my eyes fell on Beautiful. That’s when I remembered where I was and who was lying next to me.  I lucked up last night when she walked in the club.  And last night was some of the best sex I’d had in a long time. She took all of me just as I knew she would and just thinking about last night had me wanting her again.

I should let her sleep
. No doubt she was sore from the way I was going at her pussy, but I couldn’t help myself.  I wanted her right this moment like I wanted to breathe. I moved my hands underneath the sheet and caressed her body from her arm to her luscious hips and ass to her thigh.  Damn, she felt so good and soft.  I loved the way she felt. I loved her scent. Eating her pussy wasn’t on the agenda last night but smelling her desires made me go out of my mind, and I had to taste her. I wanted to drive her as insane as she was driving me.

I moved her thigh up higher and moved my hand between them. The need to have her was too overwhelming, so I coated my fingers with her juices. Then I started slow fluttering movements on her clit. I felt her start to move against my hand.

That’s it, baby. Wake up.

When I increased the speed and started a circular motion, her eyes opened, and she stared at me blinking.  I smiled at her, and she moaned, closed her eyes and instinctively bit her bottom lip.

“What are you doing?” she asked me as I felt her hips starting to pick up its pace.

“Getting you ready for me,” I replied simply and increased my speed along with her.

“Mmmm… Oh, I’m about to…. Ahhhhh….”

Just hearing her go over the edge made me want to bury myself in her quickly. I entered her with two fingers hell bent on seeing her climax again.

“Damn, baby, you are sexy when you cum. Cum again for me,” I told her as I changed my position to better get to her spot.

Her eyes met mine, and they stayed on me as she gave me the sexiest smile.

That smile makes me want to keep it on her face forever…Wait, what the fuck did I just say?

Yeah, her gaze was getting way too intense. Trepidation filled me completely so I buried my face in her neck and nibbled a spot I knew would drive her crazy. She grabbed my ears and held on, which I fucking loved.  I don’t know; it was just something about her and the way she touched me.

I worked her up to the point I knew she was about to cum, and I pulled out of her. I grabbed the condom wrapper, ripped it quickly and sheathed myself. I pulled her thigh up farther on my leg, positioned myself and glided into home… Shit... I mean
her
.

We both moaned at the invasion. I slowly moved in her wetness, getting the feel of her and fucking loving it.  She felt amazing. Her pussy gripped me tight as if she never wanted to let me go. Our eyes met again and again I saw too much intensity in them.  So fuck having morning breath; I kissed her. I had to do something before she would be able to see right through me, before she found out I was no good… if she didn’t know it already.

Our rhythm stayed smooth as I stroked her deep and slow and long.

“I can’t take it. Please…”

“Please what?” I asked her, keeping the torturous rhythm going.

“Please, baby, fuck me… Make me lose my mind.”

Well, hell what is a man supposed to say to that? I didn’t know what to say. So I didn’t say shit. Instead, I fucked her like she asked.

Sweat poured from both of our bodies, but I didn’t stop. I was starting to crave her sound, her scent, her voice, and her desires. I wanted to please her. I wanted to embed myself in her and to her.  I wanted to claim her and conquer her for myself. Damn it, this shit is fucked up… I don’t even know her name.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed.

I pushed her face back down in the bed, gripped her hips tight and brought this shit home.

The moment I exploded, she did too. We both collapsed on the bed. I pulled out of her, tossed the condom on the floor and fucking went to sleep.

A faint buzzing sound invaded my dreams. I suddenly realized it was probably my phone but for the first time in my life I didn’t want to move. This beautiful woman lying in my arms felt right to me. Me holding her felt right. She was soft and innocent, representing everything I am not.

My phone stopped and then started again.
Shit.

I turned my body to the side to gently slide her off of me, and then turned to reach for my pants. I grabbed the fucking thing, noticing it was 5 a.m., and answered it.

Sleepy and annoyed, I replied, “What?”

I heard a chuckle, and then my cousin say, “Some shit’s going down. I need you to come to the room.”

My interest peaked. “Yeah? See you in a minute,” was my reply, and then I ended the call.

When I turned over, her body was facing away from me.  I leaned into her and started kissing her shoulder lightly. She moaned her response and, damn, if my dick got hard again.

I didn’t have time to play with her body again, so I said to her, “I have to go, baby.”

She moaned her response again and turned to look at me.

The purity and innocence that graced her face that moment humbled me and made me feel guilty as hell. I had to take a deep breath in order to fill my lungs with air so I could talk. “Damn, baby, you are so beautiful,” I whispered to her and touched her lips with mine. She smiled shyly and looked away from me. “I had a great time with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, baby, really. Too bad this is the only night I get to play with this sexy ass body of yours.” She looked at me confused, so I added while circling her nipples, “It’s a shame really.  I would have loved to taste your pussy again. Maybe you could’ve sat on my face, since you like to squirm so much; give you some control over your own orgasm. And then feast on you all night long. Then fuck you until well after the sun goes down.” I moved my hand, nodded and rolled out of bed. “Yeah, that would’ve been some good shit don’t you think, baby?” Then I shrugged and put on my briefs and pants.

“Georgia,” she breathed

“What’s that, baby?” I put on my shirt and grabbed my t-shirt.

“Um… My name is Georgia.”

I grinned, “Of course it is.” I grabbed the condom I left on the floor and threw it in the wastebasket underneath the room desk across from me and grabbed my hat. Then I walked toward the door.

“Aren’t you going to tell me yours?”

I turned around to face her. “No. Rule number four, remember? We don’t know each other once I leave this room.” I put my hands up, “You’re rules, not mine.” Then I winked and left.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” I barked.

I was sitting on the couch in the suite with my cousin sitting in a chair across from me.  The fury I felt that moment was becoming completely overwhelming.  I wanted to punch someone or something, which I’m sure my cousin knew it and was sitting far away from me for that reason.  I’ve also noticed he apparently got rid of Thing 1, 2 and 3 so I wouldn’t use them to take my frustrations out on. I’ve been known to do that a time or two.

“Cuz, I know how you feel,” Angel said but I wasn’t hearing that shit.

“Fuck that, Angel. You don’t have a clue. You know I didn’t do shit.”

“I know you didn’t,” he countered

“So what are you telling me? Uncle Bruno thinks I fucked up?” I studied my cousin looking, for a hint of a lie, but he didn’t show anything but remorse.

“Come on, Drake. You know better than that.  Pops has the utmost confidence in you.  He trusts you to the fullest.”

I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees and looked at him. “Then tell me something that justifies me hiding out like a bitch.”

Angel, knowing my temper sighed. “Drake, this is by no means a bitch move.  You have the fucking Feds after you. This isn’t some small time shit.  They have you on a few counts of murder.”

I nodded. “Yeah, and you know for a fact they can’t have shit on me.” I leaned back in my chair. “There’s no way they could pin anything on me.”

Angel nodded. “I know, but the fact that they’re looking at you means they’re looking at the family, so we have to stay low.  You have to stay low.  At least until I can figure out what the fuck is going on.”

My head fell back and sighed. I knew he was making sense, but this was still fucked up. I knew the Feds had nothing. There was no way they could. I wasn’t trying to be cocky. It was just a fact.  I was that good. Alright, I’m cocky as shit, but hell the truth is the truth. I was not stupid though and cocky stupid motherfuckers are the ones that get pinched… I was a professional… I didn’t get pinched. I didn’t leave evidence, and I fucking didn’t get caught.

With my eyes closed, I said. “How long do I have to be here?”

“Two weeks at least-”

“Two weeks?! There is no fucking way I’m staying here that long!”

“You have to give me time to work, shit.” Angel looked at me, his own patience wearing thin.

I ran my hand over my head, leaned forward and looked down at my feet. “What the hell am I supposed to do for two fucking weeks?”

It was a rhetorical question, but my cousin didn’t know the meaning of the word. I heard him say, “Well, shit, if I have to tell you...”

I lifted my head and saw a smirk prominently displayed on his face.

“Fuck you!”

He laughed. “Seriously, Cuz, just lay low.  Don’t piss in someone else’s pot and the two weeks will go by before you know it.”

I grunted but didn’t reply.

Angel stood and walked to his bedroom.  He came back out with his suitcase in hand. “I think you should get another room in one of your aliases.”

I didn’t reply.

“Are you going to sulk for two weeks?”

I folded my arms thinking about it, but I knew I would lose my fucking mind if I did.

“The moment I find out what’s going on, I’ll call you.” He handed me a phone. “Use this burner phone to contact me. I got it before we left so it’s not linked to us at all.  If there’s anything you need, you know what to do, yeah?”

I nodded but didn’t reply.

“Drake,” I looked up at him.  He continued, “I’m going to find out what’s going on. You can count on that.”

I knew I could, and I told him so.

I stood, and we did the bro handshake. You know; half handshake half hug.

“Stay out of trouble,” he told me.

“Yeah, you do the same. I’m not going to be there to have your back, so you’re on your own.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I can take care of myself.”

“I know, but if it gets too hot, back off.  I’ll figure out another way to clear my name.  I’ve done it before.”

Angel is one of the few people that truly knew my secrets. There aren’t that many people I trust, but I know for a fact I can trust him.

“I know you have, but you don’t have to do that shit anymore. You know I’ve got your back.”

Angel left out of the room, and I waited about thirty minutes before I called the front desk and asked if they had any other rooms available. They told me they had one and gave me the rate.  It was highway fucking robbery, but I couldn’t complain, so I booked the room under one of the many identities I’ve created for myself. Then I showered and packed.

After I had breakfast, I moved to my room, unpacked and went to fucking sleep. I thought about going to Georgia’s room to see if she really meant what she said about us being strangers, but I didn’t. I may not be stupid cocky, but I’m fucking prideful. I’d be damned if she makes me feel like a fucking idiot for wanting to be with her. I couldn’t understand why I wanted to in the first place.... Yes, I do.  She was a fantastic woman.  I didn’t know shit about her, but I just had this feeling about her.  I knew she was a good person.  I knew last night was a bucket list kind of thing, and I was all too pleased to be that for her. The problem was I wanted more.

That night I went to bed determined to find a warm body to get into the next day. That night though, I went to sleep thinking about one of the best pussies I’ve been privileged to be inside of.