The Dirty Dozen: Alpha Edition

by Kay Maree

  We reluctantly break apart, my thumb traces the curve of her perfect bow-shaped lips, fascinated by how swollen and pouty they’ve become with just a few minutes of my undivided attention. “You’re hell on a man’s control, sweetheart.”

  “Maybe,” she giggles. “But I can’t help it. When you kiss me like that, my mind goes blank and I forget about everything but you.”

  My mouth traverses the distance from her mouth to her earlobe where I bite down softly and murmur, “Feel free to kiss me like that any time, baby. I’ll happily remind you of where you and who you’re with when you’re done.”

  Goosebumps rise up on the surface of her skin at the husky tone of my voice, making me proud as fuck that I can elicit such a response from her with just a few words. I love the way her body curls into mine, her hands digging into the flesh at my waist.

  “That would be greatly appreciated,” she whispers back before going onto say, “Now, as embarrassing as it is, are you going to let me try what I was talking about or should we just go to bed?”

  “How many times have I told you not to be embarrassed?” I ask fiercely, licking my way down her neck.

  Seraphina runs her fingers through my hair, scratching her nails across my scalp as my lips hit her clavicle. “I want to make you come. With my mouth, that is,” she utters on a moan, tightening her grip on my hair.

  My head snaps up, my body taking immediate interest at her request. Serious as shit, of all the things I thought my girl would ask me, that wasn’t even one of my top five guesses.

  “Jesus fuck,” I mutter on a hiss.

  “Um, forget I said anything. I mean, I know it’s a long way from what you were suggesting, but I just...Oh, God, I don’t know what I thought,” she mumbles quietly.

  “No,” I pretty much bark out. “Fuck, no. That wasn’t a bad fuck, baby,” I groan, my heart speeding up until I’m sure even the neighbors will hear the dull thud reverberate off the walls. “You don’t get it, sweetheart.” Shaking her head shyly, Seraphina peers up at me with tears shimmering in her beautiful brown eyes.

  I thumb her tears away, explaining as I go. “This is all new to you, and honest to God, baby, just the thought of having your hands or mouth on me has me about to come in my pants like a fucking teenager. Knowing that you haven’t take another man’s cock in your mouth, that I’ll be the first one to fuck you face and cum down your throat makes me want to force you to your knees right now. But I don’t want to scare you, sweetheart. I don’t want need to own you and make you mine in every way ruining what we’re building here.”

  “I don’t understand what you mean by, scare me?” She questions cautiously. “There is no doubt in my mind that you would never hurt me, Ryker. You would cut off your own arm before hurting me.”

  “You’re absolutely correct,” I agree, cupping her face tenderly in my palms. “I would never hurt you, baby, but you’ve gotta know by now that I’m not the gentlest of men. My desires lend themselves more toward the rougher side, so it’s taking everything I’ve got inside me to keep that in check. Add that to the fact I haven’t gotten a blow job for so long I can’t remember the last time a woman had her mouth on me, and you’ve got a man hanging on by a thread, sweetheart.”

  It’s plain to see that Seraphina doesn’t believe me. She rolls her eyes which only makes me want to bend her over the side of the bed and spank her beautiful ass for doubting me more than I wanted to before. And trust me when I say that was a lot, so you can only imagine how much that need is riding me now.

  Palming my cock, I give it a rough squeeze, willing myself to calm down. “I’ll always be honest with you, baby, so believe me when I say that I haven’t fucked anyone since a month before I ran into you at the grocery store. You consume me, Seraphina. You are literally all I see.”

  “Then let me take care of you the way you take care of me,” she all but pleads, walking the fingers of her right hand down my chest. “Every time we’ve been together it’s always been you looking after me, you making sure you make it good for me. It’s my turn to give back now.”

  As Seraphina’s hand dips into the waistband of my sweats, I still her progression by covering it with my own. “If you don’t like it, if want to stop for any reason just say the word, and we’ll stop.”

  “Sit on the edge of the bed please,” she requests sweetly.

  Following her command, I wait with bated breath as Seraphina takes her place, kneeling between my legs and nudging them apart. She tugs at the waistband of my sweats and I tilt my hips a little to allow her to slide them down so that she can remove them completely. It doesn’t come as much of a surprise to her that I’m going commando underneath, my cock was practically saluting her during her heartfelt speech after all.

  However, I barely have the chance to admire how sexy she is before Seraphina grips the base of my shaft in her hand and takes the head of my cock in her mouth. The tip of her wicked little tongue peeks out between her lips, teasing the slit which cause a drop of pre-cum to bead at the tip. She eagerly licks it off, moaning low in the back of her throat. Bobbing her head up and down, Seraphina tests how far she can take me before her gag reflex kicks in.

  “More suction on the head, baby,” I tell her gently, cupping her cheek in my hand. Doing as instructed, Seraphina tightens her lips around the head of my cock. The immense feeling pleasure that I get at the sensation of her teeth rasping over the sensitive flesh causes me to shudder. Sparks of awareness coupled with a jolt of exquisite pain rocket down my shaft, making my balls ache and draw up tight when Seraphina doubles down on her ministrations. I’m helpless to do anything but thrust deeper into her mouth. The sensations are too intense, too fucking good that I’m worried I won’t be able to stave off my orgasm much longer.

  “Baby,” I groan as she swallows the tip until it bumps against the back of her throat. “If you don’t want me to blow down your throat then you better get up here so I can cum all over your beautiful tits.”

  Seraphina whimpers around my cock, the vibrations traveling directly to my balls. “I want to taste you,” she whispers, lapping my cum that’s now leaking steadily from the head of my cock.

  Taking my shaft in hand, I give it a few rough jerks, squeezing hard so that my tip is completely covered in cum before guiding myself back into her waiting mouth. As I paint her lips with my jizz, I watch in awe and fascination as she greedily laps it up. But what was sexy as fuck before turns almost fucking pornographic when I see two of Seraphina’s fingers slip into her juicy cunt.

  “Hard and deep, Seraphina,” I demand. “You’re going to fuck yourself with your fingers while I thrust my cock down your throat.” Her body stiffens at the dominant edge to my voice, but she complies which makes me deliriously happy. My gaze zeros in on her clit protruding from its hood. “Open your legs wider. Spread your beautiful, ripe cunt open for me so I can see how wet sucking my dick makes you.”

  When I get my first look at her inner thighs, I see they aren’t just damp, they’re fucking saturated. And while I’d like nothing more than to lick her clean and savor every drop, I want to let this scenario play out even more. “Now, get those fingers you’ve got inside your pussy nice and wet for me so that I can suck them clean when you’re done swallowing my cum,” I order, continuing to roughly pump my shaft.

  Seconds pass before Seraphina’s digits emerge glistening with her cream. She offers them up to me as I ask which I don’t fail to reward as I suck them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. Seraphina tastes sweet, her cream thick with a hint of musk.

  Her sweetness explodes on my taste buds, making me wish I had gone down on her like I’d wanted to. “You’re fucking delicious, I can hardly wait to get between your legs and eat you up, but for now, I want you to open your mouth as wide as you can and relax your throat,” I instruct her, watching as her pupils dilate so much so the brown of her iris becomes almost non-existent. “I’m going to fuck your mouth and blow do
wn your throat, sweetheart. You’re going to swallow every drop for me like a good girl, and while I do, I‘m going to watch those pretty fingers fucking in and out of your tight, little cunt.”

  As the last word slips from my mouth, the first spurts of cum leave the head of my cock. In response, Seraphina increases the speed of her fingers which has her whimpering in pleasure. The wet suctioning sound of her hand furiously working herself to climax and the blissed out look on her face has me emptying my load down the back of her throat in an instant.

  Growling at her, I grate out, “Work your clit, baby. I want you cuming with me.” It only takes a few more precious seconds before Seraphina pushes herself over the edge. Her climax has her throat opening further, her chest heaving, and her thighs quivering as she rides out the orgasmic high.

  Gathering a few drops of cum off her chin with my forefinger, I swipe it across the head of my cock and feed it back into her mouth. With one hand still wrapped around my shaft, I squeeze the remnants of my orgasm out and look at her expectantly. Seraphina doesn’t disappoint, she eagerly laps them up too, sighing quietly as of her own climax begins to ebb, making my cock harden all over again.

  I spend the next hour or so bringing Seraphina to climax over and over again, first with my fingers then my mouth before finally slamming my cock inside her so hard it rattles my headboard. After our second round, my girl sucks me off again, but this time she lets me paint her tits and stomach with my cum before we both fall into a blissfully sated sleep.

  She doesn’t know it yet, but without words Seraphina has already answered my earlier question; my girl is all in. The fun part will be when she figures that out.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Breaking Down ~ I Prevail

  SERAPHINA

  “Put down the phone and step away from the bottle,” I instruct as I take in the mess that is my best friend. Tonight is one for the record books, that’s for sure. Not once in our years of friendship have I ever seen her this drunk or dejected. It’s sad really, or it would be if she weren’t in such fine form.

  When Amity called me earlier and told me to bring Stella as much booze as I could carry and to be at her place at seven, I thought we’d have a few drinks, laugh a little and maybe watch a movie. What I wasn’t expecting was to walk in on my already three sheets to the wind best friend, crying over her laptop as she stuffed her face with copious amounts of Hostess cakes.

  In between cake four and five, somewhere around the time Stella managed to wrestle the bottle of vodka out of her hands, Amity started talking and hasn’t stopped since. And truth be told, if I weren’t so worried about her skirting the line of alcohol poisoning, I’d probably have kicked her ass by now after what she confessed.

  “No,” Amity snaps. “This is my precious and you can’t have it.”

  Stella sighs heavily and reaches for the bottle Amity somehow managed to grab while we weren’t looking. “Please, Amity. If you give me the vodka, I’ll give you one of these delicious cupcakes I brought over.”

  Jesus! This is what we’re reduced to; negotiating with terrorists.

  “Not on your life, Nelly,” Amity growls. “This is the only thing I have left in my life that won’t judge me or leave me for someone better. My precious doesn’t care that I haven’t showered today or prefer yoga pants to jeans that I have to pour myself into. Precious doesn’t get mad at me for no reason and then glare at me and get all growly; she accepts me as I am and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

  “What the hell do we do?” Stella whispers quietly.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I reply as any good friend would in this situation. “Have her institutionalized and cross our fingers that the men in white coats can reinstate her sanity before it’s too late?”

  Stella scoffs but pauses to consider my suggestion before offering one of her own. “If I heard her correctly, this mess,” she says, gesturing to Amity’s living room, “has more to do with Kael than her losing her sanity. What did she mean when she said he hates her pretties? I know she views her work as art, but this sounds like more. It sounds like she has a real attachment to the work she’s been doing lately, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, that isn’t normal.”

  Well, at least, that’s one thing we agree on; none of this is normal in the slightest.

  On a good day, my drunk and belligerent best friend is a photographer. A great photographer at that. Amity started out by taking family portraits, photographing weddings, birthday and engagement parties, any paying gig she could get. It wasn’t what she wanted to be doing, not really, but she needed to grow her business and the capital the jobs brought in so she took what she could get. That all changed when Amity’s business took off and she had the experience she needed to make a real go of things. Instead of fighting with toddlers and dealing with bridezilla’s she was able to shift her focus onto what she really wanted to be doing; boudoir shoots. Or that’s what we all thought, until tonight that is.

  But apparently, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, the woman that told me the minute she lost her virginity and that I’ve spent more nights than I can count in the back of a police cruiser with has been hiding things from me. Why? I’ll never know. Amity could be a madame at a low-class brothel who strips for tips on the weekends and I would never judge her. In fact, I’d probably applaud her entrepreneurial skills before I’d dare to lecture her on her life choices. And since what she’s been up to is far less dramatic than all that, I’ve got to wonder why Amity hid this from us. From me of all people.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” The woman of the hours questions.

  “Like what?” I return sarcastically. “Like I’m seconds away from beating you with your precious or are you referring to the look of betrayal I’m cultivating at the fact you’ve been lying to me for months?”

  “Sera,” Stella cautions me, ever the diplomat.

  “Ah-ah, not this time Stella,” I say, taking the vacant seat directly across from Amity. Locking eyes with my best friend, I lay it all out there for her. “Since you broke up with Kael, I’ve had to sit back and watch as you changed from the beautiful, outspoken, trouble-making woman I know and love into this. And Amity, I don’t even know what this is,” I say with all the sincerity I can muster. “You don’t go out anymore. God, you rarely leave your apartment. You work, you barely sleep, you’ve lost weight, and if your dad hadn’t threatened to hog tie you and drag you there, you wouldn’t even show up for your family dinners anymore. Now, I find out you’ve been hiding something from me. Not a little something but a huge something. We tell each other everything, Am. Every-fucking-thing. We’ve never lied to each other before, so excuse the hell out of me when I say, this isn’t you. Or, at least, it wasn’t until recently. So you tell me, aside from ending things with Kael, what’s changed?”

  Shooting up from her seat, Amity yells, “Everything,” before she begins pacing. “Do you think I like this shit? Do you really think it was me who ended things with K? No, no it wasn’t,” she says, shaking her head ruefully. “You two, just like everyone else was quick to believe the crap you heard without once coming to me and asking to hear my side of the story. My dad, my brother, my freaking mom even took every word out of that lying jerk off’s mouth as gospel. It was soooo easy to buy into his bullshit, it sounded so goddamned believable that poor Kael got dumped by his crazy, loud mouthed, inappropriate girlfriend that no one bothered to question it. Well ladies, I hate to break it to you but that wasn’t how it went down.”

  “Oh, Amity,” Stella murmurs while I simply stare at my best friend in shock.

  She’s right you know? I didn’t ask, nor did Stella. We just assumed like all of the rest of the assholes out there, which in turn, makes us assholes too.

  With her hands planted firmly on her hips, Amity glances between us, her eyes narrowed into slits. “Don’t bother,” she stats firmly. “The time for feeling sorry for me is long gone just like Kael. But
for the record, he found out about my side project and lost his shit. As in, he went nuclear. He didn’t ask me about it. He saw the photos, shook his head and then packed his shit and left. For weeks, every time I saw him I tried to talk to him about it, but he didn’t want to hear it. And then because shit can always get worse, I find out that while I’m sitting here alone, heartbroken and trying to get my head around what to do to fix our shit he’s dating. Fucking dating.”

  “Am,” I try unsuccessfully to interject.

  “Nope, you wanted the whole truth so here it is. They were photos for fucks sake. Classy photos. Photos of a woman and her husband that had just returned from his tour of duty. There were shots of a shirtless guy an Indie author had asked me to use for a book cover she was paying me to create. Sure, they were risqué but they weren’t pornographic, and they certainly weren’t bad enough to end our relationship over.” Before I can point out that omission is technically still lying, Amity goes on to say, “And yes, I know it was wrong to keep what I was doing from him, but do you honestly think that warrants him walking out and refusing to speak to me since?”

  “No,” Stella is quick to say.

  Looking in her direction, I notice that Stella face is ghostly white and her hands are shaking at her sides. Her unusual reaction bothers me more than I care to admit, but for now I need to put one fire out at a time. Whatever is going on with her will have to wait until I give my bestie an apology that is long overdue.

  “I’m sorry,” I begin. “You have every right to be pissed at me and stay that way because I deserve your anger, but please believe me when I say that I never intended to make you feel that I was taking his side over yours.”

  “This has nothing to do with sides, Sera,” Amity sighs frustratedly. “I’m a grown ass woman, so I get it. His pride was hurt; he felt like if I could lie about that, what else was I keeping from him? The thing I don’t get is after he calmed down and had some space to think about it, why he didn’t come back?”