The Dirty Dozen: Alpha Edition

by Kay Maree

  She slipped her hand between the two of us and began to unbutton my jeans. It wasn’t long before I drew in a sharp breath as she gripped my throbbing cock. The contact, the feeling of her hands gripping me was glorious and I wasn’t sure I could last very long; I had been trying to keep everything intact for the last half hour in order to please her.

  I pushed her body into the fur on the floor below us, positioned myself.

  “Have you got protection?” she whispered.

  “Are you fucking kidding me,” I groaned. Why the fuck did I not think about this before I got to this position. Shit!!!

  She chuckled. “You can stop panicking, I’m on birth control.”

  Something about that chuckle made me want to throw her over my shoulder and spank her plump rump but I also wanted to mentally slap myself because I really should have been on top of something like this. It didn’t matter, I simply didn’t have time and I’d make her pay for making me panic but the punishment could wait because I couldn’t hold back the urge, I felt to drive my manhood home.

  “Please don’t keep me waiting all day.” She pouted.

  I wanted to hold out on her, but the truth was I simply didn’t have it in me to stop this. I wanted her, I had from the second I spilt that drink on her back at my parent’s engagement party. As I began to push inside her, I felt her grip me tightly. It was like she thought I was going to slip away.

  “Shit, I missed this,” I groaned as I sunk deeper and deeper. It was more a comment to myself, but she heard me and chuckled.

  “You’ve never had this,” she giggled.

  I knew I’d never had McKenzie, but I also hadn’t had sex in a good while and the feeling was glorious. She fitted me like a perfectly sized glove and the warmth of her womanhood was all I needed to tip me close to the edge. Her whole body tightened and gripped onto me like I was a life raft.

  “Please don’t stop,” she sighed as I pulled out and began to push back into her. I intended to savour this… well that was the intention when I first brought her home but as I said I couldn’t hold out… effectively she’d taken control of my body in a way I wasn’t expecting but I’d let it happen for now and go with the flow. I pumped my cock in and out of her several times as I felt the tell-tale signs of my own orgasm begin to expose itself and then without warning it exploded.

  ***

  “I've got wood baby!” I jokingly remarked.

  She giggled and squirmed beneath me. What the fuck was I thinking saying such a thing, it was the worst pick up line I’ve ever let slip through my lips. The only thing to redeem myself was to…. I leaned in and kissed her. I needed this kiss to be mind blowing to erase such dribble that slipped from my lips. Maybe I was still in some euphoric bliss from the fact that she’d just reciprocated and blew my mind and my cock. As I pulled away and drew in some much needed breath, I couldn’t help but wonder many things.

  “Where'd you learn to kiss like that?” she asked.

  “I'm not a monk McKenzie, I've had time to hone my skills,” I replied. “Besides, where’d you learn your services?” I added.

  “I’m not a monk Jasper, I’ve had time to improve my skills,” she mocked me with a smirk.

  “College, it’s not just a place for learning English and maths,” I laughed.

  “Say’s the old man lying on top of me,” she joked. The school like giggle that slipped from her lips was irresistible. She was a frisky woman and I liked that, while I was sure she’d have serious moments, I liked the little playful side that always wanted to come out and shine bright like a diamond.

  “How old do you think I am?” I inquired.

  I had no idea of her age well I knew she was younger just wasn’t sure how much younger. The problem was, I knew never to ask such a question of a woman, but I couldn’t help but be curious with the notion that I was seeing someone younger than myself. To me, age didn’t matter. I say that loosely as there is no way I’m robing the cradle with an underage woman but there was no way McKenzie was any younger than twenty-one or at least that’s what I was hoping.

  “You were older than me, that much I remember,” she said with a smile. “You have to be in your late twenties maybe early thirties,” she added.

  Bingo! I was thirty-two, older than her by at least a few years.

  “How old are you?” I inquired.

  “You’re correct, College isn’t just for learning maths or English. It’s certainly an eye opener and where I learned my skills,” she cooed.

  “You still haven’t answered the question, how old are you?”

  “Twenty-one,” she simply said. “I am currently studying creative writing, master’s in fine arts to be exact,” she announced.

  I was curious, writers mostly romance loved to keep audiences enchanted with some very creative ways of making characters seem sexy, smooth… handsome or brave and all that came with it. If McKenzie was into creative genres, I wondered if she was a descriptive or lewd as others.

  “You have my attention,” I smiled down at her.

  “What?” she shrieked.

  “Tell me something you’re writing; I’d love to know how you come up with things. It’s kinda fascinating,” I smiled.

  “Hmmm, where to start….” She trailed off. Thinking for a good few minutes before she began.

  “Alright, I’m going to set the scene. The characters in play are, Lexi, Mitch, Maddie and Travis. Currently Maddie is chatting with Travis about his weird relationship dynamic because he’s not only in a relationship with this Mitch guy but he’s in love with Lexi.” She drew in a deep breath and blew it back out again before continuing.

  “You think this Lexi girl is going to share you… if you do, you’re a fucking idiot because we all know Mitch isn’t going to allow you to marry or fuck this girl and then come back to fuck him also,” Maddie declared. She wouldn’t sugar coat this, she’d tell me exactly how it was going to be but at the end of the day I’d do what I’d want to do and Mitch or Maddie could say whatever the fuck they wanted but it wouldn’t change anything.

  “Mitch will just have to suck it up. He knows I love women just as much as I like him for that matter. This is my life… if I want her, I’ll have her and he can either fall in line or join in,” I said.

  “You would love that wouldn’t you? Both in your bed…” Maddie trailed off.

  It would be a pretty picture would it not. Mitch, I and Lexi….

  “You think about it, a woman lying on their back… naked fully on display. She’s into this… into the kinds of things you’re into… she is moaning, panting as she tweaks her own nipples bringing them to stiff peaks,” Maddie purred. “As she is busy working her breasts you’re undressing, admiring her body but you know what you really want is to drive your throbbing cock into her gloriously beautiful cunt. You hear a murmur, so you turn your head around and smile at Mitch who really isn’t interested in the woman tweaking her nipples on the bed. No, he is more infatuated with you. You exchange unspoken words… your eyes telling each other a story only the two of you will ever share. You’re excited about this because you know what’s about to happen and how fucking amazing it’s going to be,” Maddie continues her story growing wilder and wilder with her ideas… I know where it’s going to lead to and I can’t wait to hear her speak the words.

  “Mitch steps further into the room, slowly removing pieces of clothing as he goes. First his shirt revealing that gloriously tanned chest you know you love. Then the pants… he doesn’t need to undress anymore because… well Mitch loves to go commando. Finally, you’re all naked… your dream girl, your dream guy and yourself. She is still lying bare on the bed surrounded by the blankets, the pillows that adorn that extra-large Californian king, but you’re growing a little impatient you want to discover her; you want to let your fingers work the one spot you’re dying to discover. Her hands slip from her breasts to her clit and she rubs over the tender flesh crying out in pleasure. I’m not e
ven sure if she will last long but she is determined to enjoy this… to relish in the feeling of having you fuck her while Mitch in turn fucks you. So you begin to lower yourself, to give her the pressure of your rock hard, tattooed body pushing her in the mattress. It’s a fucking glorious feeling,” Maddie giggles.

  I shake my head… this girl is dirty and the reason she is getting such a kick out of this is because my rock-hard tattooed body is giving her the perfect amount of pressure as I push her into the mattress of my Californian king bed. I lick my lips and ushered her on. I wanted to know more about her fucked up dirty story, the story that might just set me over the edge with a little Maggie help.

  “You start to place tiny kisses from her neck to her ear occasionally nipping at the flesh of her lobes and making her arch off the bed to get some friction to help the burning, yearning sensation between her thighs. She is close to falling apart but still trying her best to hold out. Mitch however is so lovingly and patiently waiting behind you; he knows once you’ve driven your cock into this woman… that it’s his turn to do his job. He might not be attracted to women but the sight before him is very erotic… he loves this little business arrangement that’s happening but something inside him is still hesitant. However, it doesn’t stop him from gripping his cock and pumping it from root to tip repeatedly bring himself to the brink but never allowing himself to tip off the edge. Meanwhile you take hold of your own cock and position yourself. You rub the engorged head along her opening making her cry out in pleasure once again… those sweet tender cries make you want to just plunge hard, steady and true. Lucky for you she bites down on that plump bottom lip you dream about nipping… those lips that will later be sucking your cock dry but for now you’re invested in this. She moans again urging you on she is growing impatient. You nudge forward, the head slightly burrowing itself inside her. This is it; you grip her hips… pull her closer to the edge of the bed and in one quick thrust of your hips you’re home. You’re buried to the hilt, she cries out… from both pleasure and pain… it was forceful but she was no virgin and you well… you’re slightly bigger than the average fuck who’s been inside her before… her glorious pussy is hugging you like a glove.”

  “How the fuck, do you come up with this shit?” I ask interrupting her. Don’t get me wrong I was fucking loving the description, but at this rate I’d be fucking pushing McKenzie into soft sheets of the closest bed, the mattress would be rocking like a ship on the rough seas and her pussy would be hugging my cock like a tight fitting glove.

  “Shhh… let me finish,” she chastised.

  “Mitch is still pumping his cock, a small bead of pre-cum pools at the head. He steps up behind you as you pick up your pace… you’re really pounding her now. Mitch pushes on your back ever so lightly nudging you forward to a better position for him. Then so lovingly he pushes inside you and begins to move as he fucks you from behind… of course you all come undone one after the other… the girl screams out your name… you bite down on her nipple as you empty your seed inside her… Mitch thrusting until he spills every… last… drop of himself and then you all collapse onto the bed, a pile of hot sweaty limbs,” Maddie concludes with a smile on her lips, a slight evil like giggle. She fucking enjoyed this a little too much and that’s scary.

  “That was fucked up,” I respond shocked at this scene she’d just painted. My mind had officially been blown and this was well… nothing I’d every heard spoke in my life. I felt like I had just been given a play by play of this fictional character’s life.

  “You loved it,” she smirked gripping my fully erect cock through my boxer briefs. “If it was so fucked up… then why are you highly turned on?” she inquired. “It’s because you loved it… you want it… crave it,” she whispered her lips brushing over mine. “You… want… sex,” she drew out every word.

  Fuck… fuck… fuck! This was crazy but yes, I did want sex, what man didn’t want to fuck McKenzie?

  I guess if I was being truthful with myself, then I wanted the bliss she described but for now I’d take her, and fucking assassinate her sex life… McKenzie would be ruined for anyone else because that was the type of man, she made me.

  She smiled up at me like she knew what I was thinking, the clever bitch. I watched as her tongue crept out and licked my lips before her mouth came crashing into mine. She had me bewitched; I was captured.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Screening Calls

  I loved screening calls. Thank you, to the smartass shit who decided to invent the smart phone technology. I swear it must save so many people from having to deal with those they’d rather not. Like for instance… the amount of times I never answered called from my mother. Some might find it rude but while she meant well, I simply just didn’t have the mental strength to deal. It probably also helped with the fact that I worked in areas of little to no cell service so most of the time when I finally got my mother’s consistent calling, I did call her back.

  Of course, text messaging is a whole other ballpark. I liked that it was an extra type of security. The only trouble was, if you typed too quickly and sent off the messages before proof reading then you had the potential of looking like a fool. The other thing about texting was that you could easily pretend that you never saw the text or received said text. It was kinda genius when you thought about it.

  Is everything ok, you never showed up to watch the northern lights?

  Sorry who is this? I texted back.

  It’s Aurelia; Emmett gave me your number.

  FUCK! Umm…. Shit! I was gonna kill Emmett. When did I say I’d go and watch the stars with her? Last, I remember I was in a crowd of family and several of us all agreed to go and have a look at the northern lights I don’t specifically remember anyone suggesting a time but then again… the booze had probably kicked in.

  Sorry….

  I threw the phone on the bed and went in search of an ice-cold beer. I was going to kill my cousins for giving out my number. Alright so maybe I was going to kill him in general for the multitude of crap he had managed to toss in my lap since his arrival. I loved the guy but stuff me! He was a pain in my backside. I’d barley opened my beer and took a sip, when my cell began to ring. I casually walked back to see who was calling. The instant I saw the restricted number flash across the screen I don’t know what it was, but I felt deflated. Disappointed didn’t even begin to describe the mood I felt at the sight of no caller ID. Groaning I knew I had to answer it because most likely it was the owner of the logging company I worked for. I picked up my cell and accepted the call placing the phone to my ear.

  “Jasper speaking,” I said.

  “Hey trouble,” the voice spoke.

  “McKenzie,” I whispered. Her name rolling off my lips like a sonnet. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

  It had been a few days since I’d last saw her. We’d said it was a one-night stand and effectively it had been, but it didn’t mean we hadn’t been texting each other about certain things. Apparently, we had a connection and it was more than just sexual. I enjoyed her flirtatious texts and attempts to see if she could climb back into my bed.

  “You know why…” she said trailing off. It was the unspoken words that spoke volumes. I knew why she’d called, and I didn’t mind one iota, but I can’t say I was going to play her games especially when I knew she’d been out drinking with friends tonight.

  “You’re crazy, go to bed,” I jokingly ordered.

  “Don’t hang up,” she instructed.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because, I know you want me,” she simply replied as I heard a chuckle slip from her lips. She was probably standing there with her cell on loudspeaker as she spoke to me.

  “You’re so full of yourself! Go to bed McKenzie, get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said about to hang up but the tone she gave me when she said not to hang up once again made me pause for a second.

  I’d agreed to catch up with her for breakfast tom
orrow morning, but it was simply as friends.

  “McKenzie you’re drunk, and I am a gentleman. I’ll see for breakfast tomorrow and I’ll bring the hangover cure,” I joked as I hung up on her.

  Fucking hell! Why did I hang up? Why did I want the conversation to continue? That conversation was suggestive, but I liked suggestive… I could picture where it would’ve gone, and that picture was perfect! If I continued our conversation, then she was bound to persuade me into many things. I was already considering something my mother would totally frown upon, but I was a grown man not a teenage boy sneaking around sexting women. It wasn’t like I was sending dick picks to random strangers. The mere thought made my phone spring to life and I knew the instant I heard the message tone that it was her. I swiped the screen and began to read.

  Will you not allow yourself a little fun, a little break from your lumberjack lifestyle? She texted.

  I have fun far too often. I cheekily replied.

  But you won’t have fun with me.

  I shook my head. This was getting weird and while I loved the thought of text, I had far too much to say to type this shit and so I picked up the phone and dialled her cell.

  “Hey!” her voice was like liquid honey, soothing and sickly sweet but it was fucking delicious all the same. Why did I suggest this being a one-night stand when I knew I had every intention on breaking the mere thought? I’d climb back into bed with her in a heartbeat and that thought while rewarding kinds scared me, but I didn’t have time to be scared. She needed to know what I had to tell her.

  “Get me off loudspeaker and then walk ten paces from your friends. What I’m about to say is for your ears only,” I ordered.

  I heard an underlying groan, but I was hoping she’d obeyed my command. I couldn’t tell if she’d done it, but I was positive and maybe far too trusting and so I’d believe her.