Dominion (Alpha Domain #1)

by Arabella Abbing

  She squealed when her back was suddenly slammed against the shower wall, but it trailed off into a heady moan when she felt my cock grinding against her stomach.

  “You’re such a little cock-tease, aren’t you?”

  “Mm-hm,” she whimpered.

  “You going to show me how you sucked me in that dream?”

  She nodded rapidly, looking up at me with wide eyes as she begged, “Please. Let me suck your cock, Allen. I want to taste your cum.”

  My eyes rolled back and a groan came out before I could stop it. She used my momentary brain lapse to push me back far enough to kneel on the floor and take my cock in her tiny hand.

  “This is how I did it,” she said before her tongue swirled around the tip, then trailed all the way to the base.

  The unfortunate scene I witnessed at the club briefly flashed in my head, but I shoved it away. This was different. Amber wanted to be here. She wanted to suck me.

  I wasn’t Dante—I hadn’t forced this on her.

  The way she moaned when I braced one hand on the wall and wove the other into her hair reminded me of that fact. When she finally wrapped those gorgeous lips around the tip of my cock and looked up at me through her dark lashes, I groaned with pleasure and she slowly started sliding down.

  The way my girth stretched her lips was obscene and I imagined how it would look with blood red lipstick on those perfect, made-for-cock-sucking lips. I tightened my hold in her hair as she took half my length in her mouth and sucked hard, then pulled back before quickly rocking forward and retaking me in her mouth.

  God damn. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  The only thing I had ever felt that was comparable to her mouth was her tight pussy, but she said she wanted to taste my cum, so that’s exactly what I was going to give her.

  Once I came, I’d soap up her body and clean her. It was likely that doing so would get me hard again, then I’d take her against the shower wall and make her come all over my cock. Just the thought made me shiver.

  “Amber, fuck,” I gasped as she rolled my balls with her free hand. They drew closer to my body as she played with them, her other hand working the base of my cock in tandem with her lips.

  “Don’t stop,” I grunted as my hips started to move on their own accord, minutely pumping into her mouth. “I need to come. Make me come, baby.”

  She made a questioning noise around my cock and I pulled my hand out of her hair and wrapped it around the fingers she was using to jerk me off. I showed her how I liked it—tighter, faster, and with the occasional twist—and within moments, I could feel my orgasm drawing close to the tip of my cock.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck... Amber!” I shouted as I released in her mouth, my knees shaking from the sheer force of the climax.

  Her lips wrenched a tortured groan from my lips as she continued sucking and pumping her fist, drawing every last drop of juice from my cock and swallowing it. I leaned both hands against the shower wall to keep my balance as my hips stuttered forward, searching to go deeper as I continued to pulsate.

  Once I finally stopped coming and she was satisfied with her job, she slid her lips off my cock and smiled up at me. I was panting heavily as I watched her slowly lick her lips, the sight sending almost painful surges of arousal back to my dick.

  “Stand up.”

  I backed away from the wall and tried not to wobble on my feet, resting my hands on her shoulders as she stood. I kissed her deeply, ignoring the taste of my cum on her tongue. I broke away and smirked at her dazed look, then turned her around until her ass was snug against my still semi-hard cock.

  I grabbed a bottle of soap from the ledge and squirted a dollop onto my palm, immediately seeking out her navel and working up a lather before I allowed my hands to move north. She moaned as I ran the soap over her tits, her nipples hardening under my touch immediately.

  When she tossed her head back and arched her chest to my hands, I started hardening as well.

  I teased her for as long we could both stand it, gliding the soap all over her upper body and legs until the water started to lose some of its warmth.

  As I reached for the knob to turn off the water, she swatted my hand away and said, “You missed a spot.”

  I fought back the grin and asked, “Oh yeah? I thought I was pretty thorough. What’d I miss?”

  Her hand gripped mine and guided it between her legs, resting my palm over the lips of her sex. I hummed against her neck as I slid my middle finger around her folds, purposely pushing down on her clit.

  “My mistake. I did forget this part.”

  Amber didn’t respond with anything besides a breathy moan, the sound taking my cock the rest of the way to full hardness. I angled my hips to rest it between her cheeks and slightly pushed forward, thrusting my length up and down the slippery area.

  “I forget this, too,” I mumbled before pulling one of my soap covered hands back and gliding it all over her ass.

  When I parted her cheeks and ran my fingers up her crack, pausing over the puckered hole, her entire body shuddered and her hand came up to brace herself against the wall.

  It wasn’t my original intention, but I couldn’t fight the urge to see how far I could push her with this. I circled around the hole a few times before pressing the blunt pad of my finger right against the tight ring of muscle.

  “Do you like this?”

  “Allen, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Put it in me.”

  I could have taken that as an invitation to stick my dick into her tight little ass, but I had the feeling that it wouldn’t have gone over so well. I pressed my finger forward and used my other hand to keep toying with her clit, hoping the pleasure would help ease her discomfort.

  It seemed to work. After I pressed past the tense ring of muscles, I was expecting a wince of pain and having to wait as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Instead, she mewled and arched her back, pressing her ass harder against my finger and taking it down to the knuckle. I hissed when I felt the heat around my finger.

  “Damn, you’re so fucking tight here. Have you ever had anal?”

  “N-No.”

  Just the thought that I’d be the first one inside her ass made my head spin.

  “But you want to. You want to have my cock in here, don’t you?”

  I pressed down hard against her clit while pushing my finger as deep into her ass as it could go. I grunted when I felt her muscles clenching around me as she nodded in response to my question, making me feel drunk off the idea of having my cock inside her.

  “I can’t wait to take this perfect little ass of yours,” I murmured, delirious with want. “It’s gonna feel so good, baby. Having me stretching you wide open from behind while John fills up your tight pussy. Gonna make you come so hard on both of us.”

  Amber’s breathing started to quicken and I was struck with need to be inside her. I knew she wasn’t ready to take me in her ass—she’d need a lot of prep for that—but I could do something else.

  I pulled both hands away, ignoring her groan of protest as I adjusted her body by pulling her ass back until I could line myself up to take her from behind. She caught on quickly and reached forward to firmly brace herself against the wall again. I gripped her hips tightly, rocking my hips forward just enough for her to feel my cock gently brush against her folds. She moaned and writhed, desperate for more.

  “I want to fuck you,” I said plainly, watching as she nodded her head. “I want it just like this. Right now. Do you trust me?”

  It took a moment for the meaning of my words to work their way through her lust-clouded mind. She looked back at me then down, seeing just enough of my cock to realize that I wasn’t wearing a condom.

  I knew she was still on the pill. I saw the pack in her purse. I also knew she was clean from the regular medical reports that I paid to get.

  Creepy? Well, yeah. I could admit that. But for years, I considered it the only way I could find out if she was okay or
not.

  Now, I could just ask. Because she was here, bent over in my shower, ready to take my cock back into her body.

  If she tells me to get a condom—I might fucking snap.

  But she didn’t. Instead, she pressed back against me and said, “Fuck me. I want to feel it.”

  I could only hope that by it, she meant my cum shooting into her pussy. Because that’s exactly what I planned to do. It only took me a split second to align my cock with her opening and then a quick flex of my hips to push forward and bury myself to the hilt.

  “Ohhh, Allen.”

  Being in her again was heaven and being in her raw was like a punch to the gut. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me and her breathless call of my name just made the punch so much harder.

  Before I started moving, I stretched to the side to reach the knobs of the shower and turned the water off. I wanted to be able to clearly hear every moment of this.

  Like the slick sound of my cock gliding through her wetness when I pulled out then slammed back in, her arousal coating my entire length and her heat burning me alive. I shuddered a little before I began to thrust again, embarrassed by the fact that I could already feel the ache to come starting in my balls again.

  “You feel so good,” she moaned, her hands slipping against the wet wall. “Faster.”

  “Yes, baby. Anything,” I panted, increasing the speed of my hips until she was crying out in ecstasy and I could hear the wet slap of my balls against her ass.

  I kept my pace steady and focused only on the sounds of her rising pleasure, mentally reciting the lyrics of any song I could think of to hold myself off as long as I possibly could. I wanted this to last forever—but I settled for lasting long enough to make her scream in climax.

  I watched her fingers clawing at the wall as she tried to right herself. Every inch straighter she stood up made her clench tighter around me and I groaned at the sensation.

  “Allen. Allen, stop.”

  I responded to her words immediately, freezing inside her.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  She laughed—the sound light and breathless and enough to make my heart tighten. I wanted to hear that sound coming from her all the time.

  “No. I... I want to see you.”

  It took a mere second until I understood, reluctantly pulling out of her so I could spin her around to face me. Before she could open her mouth again, I crouched down and lifted her with ease, pressing her back hard against the shower wall while I gripped the soft flesh of her ass with my hands.

  My angle was damn near perfect and it only took two searching thrusts until I found her core and slid back inside. Her head fell back and hit the wall as she moaned and I just barely managed to resist the urge to bury my face against her neck and rut until I came.

  Instead, I started slowly rocking forward, re-building the orgasm that I knew she would’ve had soon if I had continued to fuck her from behind.

  The problem with this position was it made it harder for me to disconnect. The song lyrics started to fade away as I stared into her eyes, and all I could think about was blowing my load inside her perfect, willing body.

  I knew she would want more soon, so I beat her to the punch before she could open her mouth and beg, knowing her words would possibly push me over the edge. I tightened my hold on her body and drove her—quite literally—up the wall as I began to fuck her in earnest. I was rewarded with a stuttering cry of pleasure and another gush of wetness coating my cock.

  I clenched my jaw when I felt her walls starting to flutter. I closed my eyes to try to block out some of the intensity, but her fingers gently laid on my cheek like she was willing me to look at her.

  I was grateful that it was just me and her at this point, because the pitiful, helpless moan I let out was pretty fucking embarrassing.

  I covered the sound by clearing my throat and grounding out, “You like this?”

  “Oh my god yes!”

  “You like the way my cock feels in you raw?”

  She moaned and nodded, her legs wrapping tighter around my hips and her walls starting to clench down hard. She was close.

  Thank fuck.

  Talking dirty seemed to be driving her wild and it was helping me hold off, so I opened my mouth and let the words fall out on their own accord.

  “I like it, too. Never felt anything so fucking good,” I panted as I sped up, rocking into her harder and gritting my teeth together when I felt her nails digging into my back. “Never imagined you would take me inside you like this. Tell me you love it.”

  “God, I love it! Harder!” she screamed, the cry echoing in the bathroom and spurring me to move faster. To pound her—claim her.

  “You gonna come? Do it. Let me feel it. I want to feel you fucking gushing all over me before I fill up your tight little pussy with my cum.”

  Amber’s eyes slid closed and her breathing stuttered as her entire body seized up for a split second—then released all at once along with a loud scream.

  “ALLEN!”

  “Oh, fuck!” I shouted, pounding into her brutally hard when I felt the flood of heat and wetness envelope me.

  There was no more delaying the inevitable—I needed to come. Now.

  “So good, so good.... Oh god, Amber,” I panted, leaning forward to bury my face in her neck like I wanted to from the start. I never felt closer to anyone as I did right then and I couldn’t stop myself as the words continued to pour out. “I love you so fucking much. Always loved you. Mine, mine, mine.”

  Amber drew in a harsh breath as her body shivered in my arms and she turned her head to whisper directly into my ear.

  “Come inside me, Allen.”

  I did—with a strangled howl of release that echoed through the entire room and likely the rest of the house. My cock felt like it was going to explode as I pulsed deep in her body, unloading every drop of cum I had left as her walls continued to flex around me. It felt like I was never going to stop coming.

  But after a few moments, the pleasure faded and was replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion and the warm glow of satisfaction. I held her against the wall as I removed my softening cock and stared down at her sex to watch as my cum started to slowly leak out.

  The sight made me shudder and I lowered her to the ground, unable to hold her there any longer without risking us both toppling over.

  “More sleep now?” she asked with a yawn.

  “Sounds good,” I agreed, the nightmare that woke me already forgotten. “Let me just clean you up first.”

  I twisted the knob to restart the shower and gently washed her with my fingers, doing my best not to grin at the way she twisted and shuddered whenever I grazed against her swollen clitoris. Even though I was dead tired, the urge to crouch down and flick her clit with my tongue until she climaxed again was strong.

  But just as I was about to do so, she yawned again and I resigned myself to drying her off and carrying her back to bed.

  We curled up beside each other and I tried to stay awake longer than she did, but the exhaustion was too powerful to fight.

  The precise moment I drifted into sleep, I could’ve sworn I heard a whispered, “I love you, too.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  John

  I eyed Mason warily, just waiting for whatever bullshit he wanted to say. After the four of us discussed a bunch of possible scenarios for getting in and out of the area without drawing a ton of attention, we agreed to let Troy and Derek get a few hours of rest while we got the final remaining item we needed for our plan.

  The second Mason and I stepped out of the house, I could see the desire to say something written all over his face—something he knew was going to piss me off. Otherwise, he would’ve already said it.

  “What?”

  His eyes left the road to look at me, one brow raising. “Pardon?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Mason. Just spit out whatever you’re thinking so hard about.”

  He shrugged a little, but the
corners of his mouth curled up. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m thinking hard about it, but I was just wondering what’s going on with this little love triangle.”

  Goddamn it. Why did I even ask?

  “It’s really none of your business.”

  “True, but come on! You can’t blame me for being curious. I mean, I just found out that my two male bosses are fucking. That’s gossip worthy if you ask—”

  “Allen and I are not fucking,” I hissed, then backpedaled when I saw the triumphant look on his face. “Just shut the fuck up.”

  “Come on, John. I’ll be the one guarding her, I should at least know who I’m protecting her for. Is it you or Allen?”

  “Both,” I muttered, pissed that I was giving in to his questioning, but knowing it’d be easier to deal with in the long run. Also, I wanted to make it damn clear that Allen and I were in no way, shape, or form fucking each other. “We’re both with her.”

  “So how’s that work? Devil’s threesome?”

  “Pretty much. I love Allen like a brother, but I have no desire to touch his cock.”

  “You’re just okay with seeing your girl taking his cock.”

  I groaned and dug my fingers into my eyes, willing away the throbbing ache that was rapidly forming behind them.

  “There really isn’t any way you can justify this that doesn’t sound at least a little fucked up, by the way. But don’t take it personally. I’m not judging.”

  “No, you’re just having fun at my expense. Why don’t you say this shit to Allen next time?”

  Both of Mason’s eyebrows raised and he shook his head firmly. “I don’t fucking think so. He’d put a bullet in my head.”

  “And I won’t?”

  The smirk came back. “Nope. I like to think you have a better sense of humor than the boss man. Besides, you need me for this mission and you know it.”

  He wasn’t wrong. We were stretched thin enough as it was and we needed someone capable to guard Amber while the four of us went to the warehouse. Plus, the escape plan meant losing Derek’s assistance in the fight itself, so we were down to three bodies.