The Care and Feeding of an Alpha Male

by Jessica Clare

  She said the word so quietly he almost missed it. “What?” He wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.

  Beth Ann smiled and leaned in to his ear, her tongue flicking against the shell of it. “Lube.”

  Well damn. He could think of a lot of uses for lube, but one immediately sprang to mind. Fuck all if he was going to suggest that to her, though. He wasn’t about to suggest something like that to the woman he cared for. “And what did you have in mind, darlin’?”

  Her blue eyes stared up at him, and he felt a tremor race through her body.

  “I’ve never tried anal,” she said breathlessly. “I wanted to try it with you.”

  Because she trusts you. Hot need flared through him. Need…and guilt. He took her hand, slipped it between their bodies and placed it on his already rigid cock. “I’m not a small man, Beth Ann. You sure this is something you want to do? It won’t bother me if you say no.”

  He knew his girth intimidated most women. They were fine with it in bed, but only a few kinky ones had ever wanted to even attempt anal with him. And he got that. But still, the thought of burying his cock deep in Beth Ann’s ass made him turn hard as a rock.

  She leaned in and nibbled at his lip, her hand flexing on his cock. “I’d like to try it. Will it hurt?”

  “Not if we go real slow,” he admitted. He’d go fucking glacially slow if that’s what it took to give her pleasure.

  She kissed him sweetly. “Slow and intense sounds good to me.”

  Good God, but she was an amazing woman. He felt an odd swell of emotion that he clamped down. No sense in gushing emotions like a fucking sissy just because a hot woman told him she wanted his dick in her ass.

  So he just said, “Slow and intense,” and kissed her. “But first we need to get you soft and ready, darlin’.”

  She gave a little shiver of delight and smiled at him. Her hand squeezed on his dick again. “Feels like one of us is already ready.”

  “I’m ready as soon as you walk into the room,” he whispered, and liked the blush that pinked her cheeks. His hand moved from his dick to her pussy and touched her. She gasped in response. Wet, but not as soaked as he wanted her to be. He needed her writhing in his lap before he’d attempt anything.

  He slid his fingers deep into her, felt her breath catch as he stroked deep into her core. She gasped and clenched her thighs around his hand, her hips rocking against his fingers. He loved the way she responded to his touch. Anything he wanted to do to her body, and she wanted it just as badly as him. He watched her eyes get sleepy with need, her eyes half closed with desire.

  She licked her lips, and he watched those little nipples tighten. And all the while, her gaze was on him, watching him, trusting him. Needing him.

  Colt leaned in and kissed her again, then murmured, “Feed one of those sweet little breasts to me.”

  A shiver rocked through her and her hand cupped one of her breasts. She lifted the small mound to his mouth even as he continued to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, finger fucking her.

  She whimpered softly, as if frustrated that she couldn’t raise her breast to his mouth. Beth Ann arched her body, pushing forward against him until he felt her nipple brush against his mouth. Her hips had arched up, so his hand followed her movements, continuing to thrust into her with his fingers even as he bit down on her nipple. She moaned his name, rocking down against him. His free hand cupped her bottom, and he ran his fingers along the seam of her ass, brushing against the tight opening there. Beth Ann inhaled sharply at the sensation, but then she rocked against him again.

  He licked her nipple and pressed his finger against the pucker of her ass. When his finger pushed a little deeper, her breath caught in her throat. He bit down on her nipple again, rolling it against his tongue, and she moaned, bucking her hips hard. He could feel her slick and wet under his fingers now, her hips working harder against him. He rubbed his finger inside her ass—she was tight, but she wasn’t pushing him away. That was good.

  Her hips pushing against his hands became more urgent, and he sucked at her nipple harder, as her moans became more frequent, his name a breathless pant on her lips. His cock was hard as a rock under her gyrating body. Her eyes had closed and she bit her lip, the pleasure intense on her face.

  He rolled her nipple against his tongue again, thrust even harder with his fingers. He could feel the quivers moving up her legs, a sign that she was close to the edge.

  Very carefully, he slid his fingers out of her lovely body. She gave a whimper of distress, rocking her hips even though there was nothing to buck them against now.

  She kissed him then, hard, desperate. He picked her up and took her to the bed across the room, laid her down.

  She leaned up and kissed him as he did. “It’s in my purse.”

  “I’ll get a condom, too.”

  She kissed him again. “I’m on the pill.”

  He stopped. Stared. “You sure?”

  “I’m sure.”

  He kissed her hard, unable to describe what he was feeling. That she trusted him so much. Wanted him so badly that she wanted him bare…it did strange things to his insides.

  He wasn’t going to think about that right now, though. He moved across the room to find her purse, stripping off his briefs. A moment later, he returned with the lube. She’d rolled onto her stomach already, anticipating his return. Her knees rested on the edge of the bed, slightly spread, her cheek pressed to the mattress. Her beautiful ass was up in the air, her pussy parted and spread wide. He watched her fingers twitch, as if she was dying to touch herself and wouldn’t until she had his permission.

  “This is beautiful,” he said, running a hand up her soft thigh. “Everything about you, so fucking gorgeous.”

  She gave a small sigh of pleasure, as if utterly content.

  He didn’t want her content. He wanted her wild with need. He flipped the cap off the lube with one hand, and slid his fingers back to her pussy again. He searched for her clit in the slick wetness, found it, and rubbed.

  Instantly, her body tightened and she moaned. Her hands fisted in the sheets. “Colt,” she whimpered. “Oh God. I need you. Need your cock deep inside me.”

  Nothing was hotter than his proper Beth Ann dirty talking back to him. He leaned over the cleft of her ass, and, still stroking her clit as she moaned, dribbled lube down the cleft. When he felt the tremor in her thighs again, he pulled his hand away, hearing her disappointed groan. He put a bit of lube on his hand, and stroked his cock. Fuck, he was hard. Hard and she was going to be incredibly tight. He had to go slow. Make it good for her.

  He pulled her hips back against him. The head of his cock, now slick with pre-cum and lube, brushed against her ass. He pushed the head there, getting her used to the feel of him there. When she bucked back against him with a moan, he pulled away and spread her ass cheeks. With a finger, he circled through the slick lube, rubbing against the small opening. She cried out his name again, and butted against his finger, as if trying to take him deep. He pushed it inside her, felt her sharp intake of breath. She stilled on the bed, and then rolled her hips under him again a moment later. “More.”

  That softly breathed word was all the encouragement he needed. He stroked his finger deep into her ass once, twice, flexing his fingers as he thrust. She shuddered with every stroke, her fingers flexing and clenching in the sheets. Then, slowly, he added a second lubed finger, and she whimpered, but began to flex her hips up to meet his strokes. He stretched his fingers wide, stretching her slowly. His cock was so hard with need he could feel the pre-cum beading on the head. Any moment now, he was going to throw her down on this bed, ram his cock deep inside her, and fuck her until he came. But he couldn’t do that. Had to make this good for her. Needed to.

  With a ragged breath, he added a third finger, and began to stroke deep inside her. She whimpered with every press, her eyes squeezed shut. But when he stopped, she moaned. “More. Please Colt. I need you.”

  “Y
ou ready, darlin’? It might feel a little intense at first. You tell me if you want to stop.”

  She nodded, bit her lip, and her hips flexed under him. He slid his fingers out of her ass, placed the head of his cock at that perfect, tight spot. He was so hard with need.

  And he pushed, just a little. Pushed a little more. His hands, slick with lube, pinned her hips in place. He butted his cock against her tight opening, and when she bucked back, he surged forward. Just a little, forcing his way into her tight channel.

  The moment he pushed the head of his cock into her ass, he heard her breath suck in sharply.

  He froze. Stroked a hand over her ass. Didn’t move an inch. “Beth Ann?”

  “Tight,” she whimpered. “Very tight.”

  And he’d only shoved the tip in. Need poured through him, and sweat beaded on his brow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He couldn’t move until she gave the okay.

  She flexed her hips a little. Gasped. “You’re so big.”

  “I know, darlin’,” he whispered. “You want me to stop?”

  “No,” she said, but her breath was ragged, her body tense.

  Goddamn it, he was getting all tense. Push deeper, or pull out? He had to make it good for her again. He pushed a little deeper, testing her.

  Another sharply inhaled breath, but no indications of pain. Good. He pushed in a little deeper, then a little more, his teeth gritted. God, she was tight as a fist, clenching around him. Her ass was gripping him like a vise, and it felt exquisite. But judging from her silence under him, it wasn’t feeling exquisite for her.

  He pushed in a little more—more than halfway now—and reached under her hips, searching for her clit. Found it, and rubbed gently.

  Her sucked in breath told him that she liked that. He rubbed a little more, patient, even though his cock was throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to sink deep and start fucking the hell out of her.

  But patiently, he rubbed. And felt the slightest little shift of her hips. Felt her inhale, heard her whimper.

  A good whimper.

  Still rubbing that little bud, he pushed in a bit more, and this time her strangled gasp made him stop. “Bad?”

  “Good,” she said tightly. “Really good.”

  He straightened, flexing his fingers on her ass. His dick was almost all the way inside her. “Then can you touch yourself, baby?”

  Her hand slid under her body, between her parted legs. A moan immediately rose from her throat.

  “That’s right,” he said softly, pumping just a little. “Touch that little clit of yours.”

  Her hand flexed, and her face contorted, her mouth stretching into a silent cry. He thrust deep at the sight of that, and was rewarded with her shocked gasp.

  “Tight,” she moaned. “Oh my God, so tight.”

  “Bad tight?” he asked, gritting his teeth. Fuck, if it was bad tight, he should pull out. But she was squeezing him so hard, her ass clenched around him like a glove. And without the condom on, he felt every little vibration of her body.

  “Good tight,” she said breathlessly, then shuddered. “Good tight.”

  “Good. I’m going to fuck you now, Beth Ann. And I’m going to go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  “Go, go,” she panted. “Please go.”

  He pushed. Just a small stroke, enough to feel every clench of her body travel through his cock. Just enough to be sure that he wouldn’t hurt her.

  “Go,” she moaned again. “Oh, go.”

  He thrust again, withdrawing partially, and stroking back in deep. The lube made her passage slick, but she was still tight around him. The feeling was intense, and when he pushed in deep a third time, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the pleasure.

  Under him, she moaned softly. Yes. That was good. He thrust again. Beth Ann moaned once more, and he watched her hand move in little circles against her clit.

  “You touching yourself, baby?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, and the sound was tense with desire. “Oh, Colt, you’re so full inside me.”

  “I know, baby,” he gritted. His hips jerked and he thrust deep, hard, unable to help himself. She whimpered, and he froze, but then he saw that hand working against her clit, felt her body flutter under him.

  She was going to come. Fuck yes. He thrust hard, slamming into her, and she cried out his name. Fucking slammed into her all over again, and again, and then she was screaming his name under him, and he felt her body jerk, felt it spasm underneath him. Knew she was coming. Over and over, he thrust into that tight, sweet ass. “Keep touching yourself, Beth Ann. Don’t stop.”

  “Go,” she sobbed. “Go.”

  He was going to go. He thrust and thrust, and then his balls tightened and he came deep inside her, all the breath escaping his body. He rocked into her, filling her with his cum, and she sobbed underneath him as he thrust slowly, one more time, and then pulled out.

  Breath was still shuddering through her. He rolled her over and touched her cheek. “Beth Ann?”

  She smiled at him, and slid her hand from her pussy—damn. She’d been touching herself the entire time she’d come, and the entire time he’d come. The responding smile she gave him was sleepy, boneless. “Good lord,” she said softly. “That was…intense.”

  He kissed her, because he wanted it to have pleased her, so much. “In a good way?”

  “Very, very good,” she said with a soft sigh.

  He grinned. Good. He got a towel, cleaned her, then himself, and pulled her close to him.

  Her breath was still shuddering through her. As he pulled her close into his arms, she cuddled up against him. “I love you, Colt.”

  And there came that sissy knot in his throat. He kissed her forehead and held her close.

  Beth Ann stayed with him all day Sunday. They ate so much cake they were both sick of it, made love all weekend, and when he slept, she lay with her arms wrapped around him, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, even in her dreams.

  Which made him feel even more guilty.

  He had to tell her about that stupid first weekend together. That he’d lied and deliberately detained her in the woods. But as she left his place to go in to work on Monday, he couldn’t tell her just yet. Her face was pale and strained, though she tried to smile. Monday was normally her day off, he knew, but she was going in to try and get a few walk-ins in the hopes of getting some extra money. Six days a week she was going to keep her salon open, and he knew if this didn’t work, she’d be open every day, determined to make it successful.

  “Is there anything I can do?” he asked as he kissed her on the doorstep. “You want me to drag all my clients for impromptu haircuts?”

  She smiled, though it was forced. “It’s all on me. I’ll succeed or fail on my own merit.”

  He knew that. And right now she was failing and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do, and that was going to drive him bug-fuck insane. So today, when she went off to work, he was going to go take care of something he could control.

  Colt gave her a hard, fierce kiss when she left, and waited in his cabin until he was sure she was down the highway heading back to Bluebonnet. Then he got in his Jeep and pulled onto the highway, but headed in the opposite direction of town.

  Allan Sunquist’s dealership was a good drive down the highway, and impossible to miss. Sunny Motors was halfway between Bluebonnet and the next biggest city. One of the largest dealerships in the area, and Allan ran the damn thing.

  He could have lived out there, Colt thought with irritation. Instead, he made the long drive back and forth between Bluebonnet and the dealership because he was the big man around town. In a bigger city, he’d just be nobody, and Allan Sunquist couldn’t stand to be a nobody.

  Colt pulled in next to a row of shiny trucks, all decked out and sparkling clean. His own Jeep was clean, but it was also older. He didn’t see the need for a big expensive vehicle. Most of his money went to savings anyhow. He wasn’t going to be like his father—living in a broken
-down trailer, selling scrap metal for money. He saved, and he invested in CDs. He had several he’d bought back when he was in the military that were about to mature and it’d be a nice chunk in his savings account. Beth Ann could use the money. He’d give it to her if she asked. He’d clean out the entire damn account to bring a smile to her face.

  But she wouldn’t ask. And that made him feel helpless.

  This, at least, he could do.

  He strolled into the enormous building. Glass double doors opened and slid back as he stepped inside, and Colt glanced around. There were several offices behind glass partitions, but he also knew Sunquist made a lot of money. He’d have an office somewhere.

  “Welcome to Sunny Motors. Can I help you?”

  Colt turned to see a man with a fake smile and too-perfect hair grinning at him. Salesmen. He hated ’em. Colt turned and looked around the showroom again. There was another BMW a bit like Allan’s, but not quite the same. “Looking for Sunquist.”

  “Do you have an appointment?” the man asked politely.

  Colt turned and gave him a scowl. “No. But I’m not leaving until I talk to him.”

  “Gotcha,” the man said with a too-friendly wink. “Follow me, friend. I’ll let you talk to his secretary.”

  So he was getting pawned off on someone else? That was just fine. Colt followed a few steps behind, and the man led him past the suite of glass offices to a back room. The room had a reception desk and boasted a fake plant in each corner. Award after award dotted the wall, along with pictures of salesmen. Allan’s image was in several of the photos—salesman of the month, salesman of the year. He certainly was good at selling people a story.

  “Can I help you?” the woman seated at the desk said sweetly. Her voice was young, and when he turned his gaze back to her, she smiled. She was pretty—thick, curly brown hair streaked with red highlights. She wore a little too much lipstick, and her blouse was low cut. He could practically see her damn navel when he stood over her.