DIRTY ALPHAS: The Alpha Bad Boy Collection

by Franca Storm

  Ripping her hands from my neck, I grab her hips, holding her still as I take in the delicious sight of her tits. Perky little things with perfect pink nipples already stiff from how damn turned on she is. I cup ‘em in my hands and she moans out, the sound sending a thrill through me. I was right. A perfect handful. So much better than those massive, hard, fake tits I’m used to with the club whores.

  I grab her ass and lift her up so her tits are aligned with my face. My mouth closes over her left nipple, sucking it hard ‘til I hear what I wanna hear—her crying out and begging me. I release it with a pop and give the other one the same treatment. I suck the warm mound into my mouth, savoring the taste of her. I shift between the two, sucking, licking a biting roughly, ‘til she’s squirming in my arms and panting like crazy.

  I put her down and rub my stiff cock along her slick pussy, driving her into the wall.

  As I take in all of her, that’s when I see it for the first time. A bitch of a scar on her right shoulder. Real brutal. So, I was right. She catches me looking and hides it with her hand.

  Hell no. Now ain’t the time. She ain’t backing out now. No way. This shit is on.

  I pull her back to me and grab her hands in one of my own, slamming ‘em into the wall above her head, remembering how much she got off on me holding her down last time.

  Sure enough, her eyes flash with excitement.

  I shove a finger inside her and she yelps in surprise.

  I add another and finger fuck her at a brutal pace, driving as deep as I can go.

  I look down at her and she’s biting her lip, holding back.

  “Scream for me,” I command.

  She shakes her head.

  I still my fingers and she cries out.

  “You’re gonna scream, Rox. I wanna hear you. You keep holding back and I’m gonna remove my damn fingers, push you to your knees and shove my cock down your throat ‘til you get me off. I’m gonna come all over those sweet tits of yours and that’ll be it. You won’t get my hands on your pussy. No tongue. Nothing. And I won’t let you get yourself off neither. You feel me?”

  I start to pull my fingers out real slow, torturing her.

  “No! Stop!” she begs.

  “Yeah? No more holding back?”

  She nods desperately.

  “Good girl.”

  But I pull out anyway.

  I grab my dick and thrust into her, driving balls deep. No gentle this time.

  She screams wildly and bucks against my grip trapping her hands.

  “Ah! Yes! Oh God!” she cries as I fuck her.

  “Yeah, babe. Fucking scream for me.”

  I pound into her hard, fucking her into the wall with every thrust.

  She’s louder than any woman I’ve ever been with, shrieking like crazy. She’s like a wild animal, every sound she makes shooting right to my dick.

  I release her hands to slide mine between us. I circle her clit.

  “Yes! Yes, Ax!” she screams.

  Shocking me then, she grabs my neck and pulls me to her, kissing me with a passion that takes me over in seconds. Fuck, I’m a goner.

  I pinch her clit and she rips her mouth from mine, throwing her head back and shrieking as her orgasm hits.

  Her pussy squeezes the life outta my dick and it’s too much. Too damn tight. I can’t hold it.

  I pull out quickly, cupping my dick in my hand and slamming my free one against the wall for support, cuz it’s so intense. I come into my hand with pulse after violent pulse. Holy fucking shit.

  Hands down. Best fuck of my life.

  I look at Rox and she’s slumped against the wall, her eyes fixed on mine as she stares at me speechless.

  ***

  “You’re one kinky bitch,” I tell Rox.

  She grunts something at me through the gag stuffed in her mouth—her panties—and shakes her head, giving me a death stare. I know it ain’t the kinky part, cuz that’s true. After we fucked downstairs, she took me up here to her bedroom and led me to a drawer in her dresser full of sex toys.

  And now she’s naked and spread-eagled on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound by cuffs, a butt plug up her ass and her mouth gagged. She wanted me to dominate her and that was right up my alley. No way I was gonna say no to that. She even begged me. Interesting that a woman so feisty with such a ball-busting attitude would be so damn submissive in bed. No complaints here.

  She’s mad at me calling her a bitch then. “Sorry, babe. It’s a reflex.”

  Her eyes widen.

  I lean over her and pull out the gag. “What?”

  “That’s twice you’ve apologized for something since I met you.”

  “And?”

  “I’ve never known bikers to be the apologizing types.”

  I shake my head. “You got a lot of stereotypes in your head ‘bout bikers, babe.”

  “They’re not stereotypes if they’re true, Ax.”

  I barely hear her now. I’m drawn in by her hypnotic eyes. The light’s catching ‘em and they’re sparkling up at me. Huge, deep and expressive. Fucking beautiful.

  “Neil,” I tell her.

  “What?”

  “Call me Neil.”

  She grins. “Okay.”

  I lean over her and grab an ice cube from the tray resting on her bedside table that we brought up from the kitchen.

  “Say it,” I command as I circle her hard, right nipple with it.

  She trembles and gasps out, “Neil.”

  “Good girl.”

  I press it to her nipple and she hisses. I lean down and flick it with my tongue.

  “Yes!” she cries.

  I tease the other one the same way, ‘til she’s panting and struggling to hold it together.

  And then I trail the ice cube between her tits, down her stomach, to her belly button. It melts against her hot naked body and trickles inside. I suck it out and hold it in my mouth, as I dip my head between her silky thighs.

  As soon as my mouth brushes her pussy, she shrieks as the cold ice shocks her. I suck her clit into my mouth hard, forcing it to meet the brutal cold temperature of the ice. She bucks against her restraints, screaming for me to stop. I don’t. I know she wants this. She woulda yelled out her safe word otherwise.

  I torture her, shifting between the ice and my hot tongue lapping at her pussy. With my free hand, I grab the end of the butt plug stuffed in her ass and pump it in and out of her. Her screams escalate, driving me outta my mind. Damn, she’s so hot. Don’t take her long to come apart. I lap up her sweet juices and then crawl up her body. The cube still in my mouth, I take her in a harsh kiss. She parts her lips and I push the ice cube into her mouth with my tongue.

  I pull back and position my cock in front of her face.

  “Suck me,” I command.

  She opens wide and I thrust my cock down her throat. Jesus Christ. She don’t even gag as the head hits the back of her throat. Her warm mouth with the ice is fucking sensational.

  “Fucking hell,” I choke out, slapping my hand to the wall to steady myself, as pleasure rips through me.

  I pick up my pace, thrusting hard and face-fucking her with no mercy. She takes it all. Ain’t never seen nothing like it.

  I pull out suddenly, not wanting to shoot my load down her throat. I want my cock buried deep in that sweet pussy of hers when I come. Nothing like that damn grip of hers.

  She licks her lips at me and grins.

  “No gag reflex, huh?”

  “Nope,” she says, proudly.

  “Amazing.”

  She winks. “I know.”

  I laugh and then look her over, taking in the sight of her tied to the bed, at my mercy. Nah, this ain’t working for me no more.

  I take off all her cuffs, slide the plug out and toss it away.

  She sits up, confused. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Why did you untie me?”

  I don’t answer. Cuz I can’t. Can’t tell her the reason. She’d ru
n a mile. I got issues even admitting it to myself.

  Instead, I snatch a condom off the bedside table, roll it on and sink my cock slowly into her wet heat. She cries out and wraps her legs ‘round my waist.

  I rest my elbows on either side of her face and stare down at her as I pump at a slow pace, wanting to enjoy the feel of her. So sweet. So fucking tight. Ain’t never felt nothing like this. Never.

  She tries to look away, not liking my eyes on her. But I hold her face in my hands. “Don’t.”

  “Ax, I—”

  “Neil,” I correct.

  “Neil, don’t do this.”

  “You want me to.”

  She shakes her head. Pain flashes on her face. The sparkle in her eyes fades.

  “I only fuck. I don’t do…this. I…thought you were the same. No emotions.”

  “I am.”

  “Then…why are you—?”

  “You’re different,” I snap.

  Before she can get another word in, my lips crash down on hers. When she kisses me back this time, it’s intense. I can feel it. I pull back, shocked, and she’s gazing up at me.

  Neither of us says nothing.

  I slide my hand between us, playing with her clit. Her eyes don’t leave mine, ‘til her orgasm hits.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as she clamps down ‘round me, taking me with her.

  I pull out and roll off her.

  I wrap my arm ‘round her and pull her into me.

  She don’t put up a fight this time. She just comes with me and lets me hold her to my chest.

  Holy shit. I just…made love to a woman. Made love? And I fucking initiated it too. Jesus Christ. What’s happening to me?

  Chapter 11

  ~Roxana~

  “Ralph!” I call out as I stomp through the hallway of his house towards the living room. “Show yourself, dick head!”

  “Kitchen, gorgeous!” he calls back.

  I make a left and push through the saloon doors. Yeah, saloon doors. He thinks he’s a frigging cowboy or something with those custom-made things. I spot him sitting up at the kitchen table devouring a slice of pizza right out of the half-empty box open in front of him.

  “Hey,” is his garbled greeting as he munches away.

  “It’s five in the morning and you’re eating that?”

  “Hey! I’ll eat what I want without complaints from you when you call me up at 4:30am saying we need to have an emergency meeting ASAP.”

  I blow out a breath. “Fine…sorry.”

  His right eyebrow arches in surprise. “Excuse me? Did you just apologize?”

  “Yeah, why?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.

  “Getting soft, are you?” he teases. “Or did the VP fuck your normal bite into submission?”

  “Fuck you.” Way too close to the truth for my liking. “What makes you think he and I fucked anyway?”

  He laughs and looks me up and down. “You’re not walking too good.”

  “I’m walking just fine.” Yeah, a straight up lie. I’m sore as hell after last night.

  “If you say so,” he answers, clearly just being kind, because he’s well and truly right about it and I know it’s obvious right now in my step.

  His expression shifts then, serious and all business. “So, what’s going on? What’s this emergency meeting about?”

  I tell him what happened yesterday with me and Neil getting shot at by Broker and his guys.

  He shoots out of his seat. “And you’re telling me now?”

  “It happened either way, Ralph.”

  “Too busy fucking Ax to pick up the damn phone and alert me, were you?”

  “Hey! If you must know, I needed….” Shit, I can’t believe I’m admitting this. “I needed to calm down.”

  “It shook you up,” he realizes.

  “A bunch of guys toting automatics. Yeah. But that stays between us, okay?”

  “Rox, no one expects you to be…a robot.”

  “Yes, they do! Of course they do and as far as the boys know, that’s the way I am, okay?”

  He holds up his hands. “All right. Fine.” He starts pacing and fiddling with his goatee, meaning he’s deep in thought. “Okay, we need damage control. And we need to go on the hunt for these guys.”

  “They were after Ax, not me.”

  “Great, a biker turf war right on our doorstep.”

  “It’s my turf, not theirs,” I growl, slamming my fist down on the kitchen counter.

  He stops in his tracks and turns to me. “No, Rox.”

  He knows me so well, that he realizes what I mean by that right off the bat. “Yes. It’s the only way, Ralph. Or they’re gonna run right over us. The Mavs and Black Thorns. The Mavs are coming. Now. They’re trying to push us out and force their own way in.” I draw in a deep breath, knowing the shit that will surely come at us with the decision I’m about to make. “This is war.”

  Ralph shakes his head. “Rox—”

  But I cut him off. “What choice is there, Ralph? These bikers are already running roughshod all over us, committing acts of terror on our territory, the places we’re supposed to protect. The motel was one of them. If we don’t retaliate here, we’ll lose everything. Our credibility. Everything we’ve worked so hard to build together in this city.”

  “We have enough money to leave this behind now, Rox. To make a better life somewhere else without all this bullshit. We can just go.”

  I round on him, furious at his idea of giving up. “Standing down?” I basically spit. “No way. I don’t back down. Ever.”

  “Rox,” he says, sadly, shaking his head.

  “What?” I snap.

  “You’re power mad.”

  “You’re calling me a megalomaniac?”

  He nods. “Too many years of this. It’s gone to your head. We don’t stand to lose much if we walk away from this, so your reason for going to war has nothing to do with that. This is about you being used to ruling these streets and now some assholes have come on in to challenge that, to take the power that you’re so addicted to now. That’s why you want war. You don’t wanna give up that power.”

  “What is this? You’re not on board here? We’ve been in this together since the beginning, Ralph. We built this together.”

  “And this is a step too far, Rox. The Mavs moving in. Black Thorns sending their VP down here. That VP almost getting taken out yesterday. You’re damn lucky you’re still alive. We’re in the middle of a biker turf war. We’re talking a bloodbath here. You know how those things go. I’d rather it wasn’t our blood caught up in all this. Leave them to it. Let’s walk.”

  “No!”

  “I’m not on board, Rox! That’s it! Simple as that!”

  His words hit me right in the gut, winding me painfully. The very idea of him not being here alongside me is incomprehensible. “You…you want out?” God, I can barely even say the words.

  “I’m tired, Rox. I want to settle down like normal people do, you know?”

  “Is this Michaela talking?” She’s been his girlfriend for a couple of years now and it’s clear to me that she has some sort of hold on him.

  “She and I both want this. We want a family, Rox. I can’t do that around all of this. It’s not safe.” He closes the distance between us and takes my hands in his and asks softly, “Don’t you want that too, gorgeous?”

  I jerk out of his grip. “No,” I say, scrunching up my face at the thought of it. “I don’t want some man tying me down and controlling me. I’ve always run free and I always will.”

  “Run free? Those are your dad’s words, Rox. And look what happened to him.”

  “Don’t you dare—”

  “I’m just saying, just trying to warn you and stop you from making the same mistakes he did. And your perception of settling down is skewed because you’ve never…”

  He trails off, thinking better of what he was about to say. But I want to hear it. I want to hear what he thinks he knows about me that I apparently don’t
know about myself. Why? Because there’s nothing.

  “Say it,” I press. “I’ve never what?”

  He pinches the bridge of his nose and says, sadly, “You’ve never been in love. You’ve never let anyone love you.”

  “That’s not true,” I bite back right away. “What about you and me?”

  “Different kind of love, Rox. I’m not talking about sibling love here. You know what I’m talking about. You get too close to some guy and you run. It’s been your MO since I’ve known you.”

  His words affect me more than I like in light of what happened with Neil last night. We…made love and I let my guard down. Argh! Before I know it, I’m slamming my fist into the fridge and thundering, “No one tames me! No one! Never! I will never stand for it!”

  As usual, Ralph isn’t the least bit affected by my outburst. He never has been. We’re too used to each other’s ups and downs to be surprised by anything from one another. He just looks at me and says calmly, “The right guy won’t try.”

  Shit, I can’t entertain that. I can’t…I can’t think about it.

  Shaking my head vehemently, I step back. He’s throwing me through too many loops here. Him breaking off our partnership after all these years. Talking about love and shit; the one thing I’ve always protected myself against. Talking about me having that. No. No way. I can’t even dignify that. Because, he doesn’t know. No matter what he says at the end of the day, it’s not the same for him. He’s a guy. For me, if I settle down, the unspoken expectation is there to be the good little woman playing house. No way. That’s not me. It’s what every guy I’ve ever met wants from a woman in the long term. But not me. I’ll never be someone’s submissive. Not in that way. Sex is a different story, of course.

  Sex? Argh! Neil! I made a mistake. I let him in. I just…it was just me getting caught up in the moment. That’s all. It didn’t mean anything. Yeah, no. It didn’t. Of course it didn’t. Stop. Don’t think about him.

  “I…I need to go,” I stumble, backing out of the kitchen hastily.

  “Rox, wait.”

  But I can’t.