Alphas of Seduction

by Victoria Blue

  I cry out at his shockingly deep penetration and he groans behind me.

  He begins fucking me. He reaches around to pinch my nipple. And then fondle the curve of my breast. He snakes his free hand around my pelvis and rubs my clit, still fucking me deep and hard. Thrust after delicious thrust rams into me, filling me up, until, soon, I’m coming, yet again—this time so hard I feel like my eyes are physically rolling back into my head.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ben says when my walls begin constricting around him. He yanks himself out of me. “I don’t want to come yet. Fuck.”

  He flips me around and crawls on top of me, his eyes locked with mine, slides himself inside me again, and proceeds to fuck me at this new angle.

  “Kaylee,” Ben whispers, his voice strained. He raises my arms above my head on the mattress, clasps his fingers in mine, and gyrates on top of me in a way that sends rockets of pleasure shooting all the way into my toes and scalp. “Kaylee. Oh, God.”

  “Ben,” I reply, my tone pleading, my eyes locked with his. “You feel so good.”

  “I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he whispers. He lifts my thigh to his shoulder, manipulating my body into doing the splits for him, and then he fucks me with breathtaking gusto, his tip slamming into my farthest reaches. When Ben comes, he lets out a primal growl and snaps his hips forward—and then he collapses on top of me with a loud and sexy groan of relief that makes me smile.

  Ben stays inside me for a long moment, panting. And I lie under him, gasping for air and feeling like I’m flying. Finally, he rolls off me and heaves himself onto his back next to me.

  “I owe you the world’s most amazing blow job,” I deadpan.

  He chuckles and pulls off his condom. “You owe me nothing. That was bloody fucking amazing for me.” He turns his head and flashes me a heart-stopping smile. “Still a live wire, I see.”

  “And a badass bitch.”

  He grins. “I’m not even close to finished with you, by the way. I was just too turned on to hang on any longer this go-round. But I want to go all night.”

  “Please do. Fuck me as many times as humanly possible.”

  He shudders with an aftershock. “Fuckin’ oath.”

  I giggle. “Let’s shower and then hang out in my bed for a while. Watch Netflix or something while you recuperate.”

  “Ace.”

  And off we go.

  Twenty minutes later, our skin squeaky-clean from our sexy shower, we crawl into my bed naked. We pull up the Netflix menu on my computer . . . and then get distracted talking and never bother to actually start a show. We talk and talk. And laugh. We flirt. And that leads to making out. And making out leads to me taking his cock into my mouth and giving him the most outrageously enthusiastic blow job I can possibly muster. And then we lie in my bed and talk some more.

  “It feels the same as back then, doesn’t it?” Ben says. My cheek is on his chest. His hand is gently stroking my back. And strangely, despite the hour and the physical exertion, I don’t feel the least bit sleepy. He continues, “It feels like it’s been a lifetime since we were together, on the one hand, but also like a week.”

  I sigh happily. “Exactly.” And it’s the truth. This man next to me is an uncharted territory. A mysterious, sexy new mountain to climb. And yet he simultaneously feels so familiar. So right lying naked next to me. Like déjà vu.

  “So you really never deflowered anyone else?” he asks, continuing to stroke my back.

  “I never did,” I say. “Such a pity.”

  “A pity?”

  “Hell yeah. After you, I totally wanted to devirginize someone again. I couldn’t stop thinking about how exhilarating it was. How much fun we had. How perfect we were together. How enthusiastic you were. I wanted to relive that night again and again. But how? Post some kind of ‘virgin wanted’ ad? I wanted it to happen by chance again with someone I wanted to fuck, regardless. The great thing about you was that I’d been so damned attracted to you and then you happened to be a virgin. That was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, as it turned out. Never to be repeated, unfortunately. Plus, as a practical matter, when I turned twenty-one and started having sex with guys I met in bars, the chances of meeting a virgin in that crowd were as likely as getting struck by lightning.”

  “Good.”

  “Good what?”

  “Good you didn’t have that same experience with anyone else.” He pulls me to him and kisses me—and after a moment, his hard-on pokes me in the belly. I reach down and stroke him and he moans his appreciation in my mouth. He slides his fingers between my legs and massages my hard tip as he kisses me. And soon, I’m coming against his hand.

  The moment I emerge from my blissful haze, I push him onto the bed and take his hard cock into my mouth. He moans his appreciation and runs his hands through my hair as I devour him greedily.

  “Sit on my face,” he murmurs.

  I don’t hesitate. I rearrange myself until my pussy and ass are in his face, and then I lean over and suck him off as he devours me.

  When I come, it’s hard. So hard, liquid dribbles out of me into his waiting mouth.

  I grab a condom off the nightstand and roll it onto his erection and then I sink myself onto him and ride him until my walls constrict and shudder around him, coaxing him to an orgasm inside me.

  I’m spent. Utterly exhausted. And yet, euphoric. I crawl off him and flop onto the bed on my back and exhale loudly. “Holy shit, Ben. I’m not gonna be able to move tomorrow.”

  He doesn’t reply. He’s breathing hard. His entire body is covered in sweat.

  “You okay?” I finally say, turning to look at him.

  “You’re better than I fantasized you’d be.”

  “So are you.”

  He turns to look at me. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

  “Many times.”

  “Don’t just say that.”

  “I’m not. I’ve fantasized about you many, many times over the years.”

  His face lights up. Clearly, he likes that admission.

  “And you were right, by the way,” I say.

  “About what?”

  “Your skills are waaaayyy better than seven years ago.”

  He laughs. “Well, fuckin’ oath. I hope so.” He props himself up on his elbow and touches my face with his free hand. “Kaylee, I can’t believe I’m here with you. I’ve thought about being with you again so many times through the years. I’ve stalked Carter’s Instagram for photos of you. Literally dreamed of you. Wacked off thinking about you. I’m not trying to creep you out here, okay? But you’ve been my sexiest fantasy for a very long time.”

  I bite my lip but remain mute.

  Ben twists his mouth like he’s mulling something over. “Am I freaking you out?”

  “No.”

  “Can I be totally straight with you?”

  “Please.”

  “When I’ve been with other girls, I’ve always compared them to you. Every fucking time. And I always, always wish they could be more like you. Wished they had your confidence. Your take-no-prisoners attitude.” He grins. “Not to mention your unbelievable body.”

  I can’t help breaking into a wide smile. “Thank you.”

  He continues, “In the back of my mind, I thought my fixation on you had to be because you were my first and nobody could ever compare to that thrill. That makes sense, right? But now that I’m here with you and I’m feeling this . . . I dunno . . . this incredible spark . . . Honestly, you’re blowing my mind all over again, Kaylee. And now I know it has nothing to do with you being my first. It had more to do with you being you.”

  I put my hand on my heart. It’s racing. “Okay, yeah, you’re starting to freak me out just a little bit.”

  His features tighten.

  I put my hand on his muscled forearm. “Thank you for telling me all that. Don’t feel like you need to take it back. It’s amazing, Ben. Seriously, it is. But let’s just take this slow, okay? You’ve been fantasizing about me f
or a long time. I’ve turned into a fantasy girl without flaws. But I’m far from a perfect fantasy girl. I’m very real and flawed. There’s no way but down from here. I’m going to disappoint you.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “I will, Ben. What girl could live up to seven years of you thinking of one night? Let’s take it really slow and get to know each other. Let’s slowly let the fantasy give way to the less-than-perfect reality.”

  He shrugs. “I agree we need time to get to know each other. Of course. But in the meantime, I don’t see the harm in me laying my cards on the table. Why play games? I’m attracted to you in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else—and trust me, I’ve had my share of fun. Eventually, just being honest here, my intention is to date you and only you, whenever you’re ready to give it a whirl.”

  My lips part in surprise. “Well, that escalated fast.”

  “Are you currently dating someone else?”

  “No.”

  “You want to keep looking? Keep your options open in case someone better comes along?”

  I’m speechless. Honestly, I can’t fathom wanting anyone else for the foreseeable future, but agreeing to exclusivity after one amazing night would be unthinkable. Crazy. Pure insanity.

  “Well, let’s start with this simple question,” Ben says, filling the awkward silence. “Are you interested in seeing me again?”

  I scoff. “Of course.”

  “And if our second date goes as well as this one, would you be interested in seeing me again after that?”

  I can’t help smiling broadly. “Yes.”

  “Okay, then we don’t have to call it dating. We’ll just keep seeing each other until it’s not as great as this. One date at a time. Does that sound doable?”

  I bite my lower lip. “Yes.”

  He sighs with relief. “See? That wasn’t scary, now was it?”

  I shake my head.

  “Now, can I please ask you one simple favor?”

  I wait.

  “While we’re going out on dates—not dating, mind you, because we’re not going to call it that—but while we’re still going out on dates and fucking—if you happen to meet someone else you want to fuck more than me, and we haven’t had any kind of conversation where you’ve told me you never want to see me again, could you please hold off on fucking that guy unless you’ve first let me know you’re not into me anymore?”

  I blush and smirk. “Sure.”

  “Thank you. And I’ll do the same for you. But just to be clear: unless you come to me and say, ‘Hey, Ben, I’m gonna fuck someone else,’ then I’m gonna assume I’m the only man in your bed and in your life. I’m gonna count on that.”

  I nod. “Sounds fair.”

  “In other words, don’t tell me after the fact you’ve fucked someone else, okay? Tell me we’re done before you do it. Give me a chance to win you back.”

  “Ben, I understand. I get it. Fine.” I roll my eyes. “I think you think I’m a hell of a lot more promiscuous than I am. In point of fact, I haven’t had sex with anybody for two months. I’ve been going through a bit of a hermit phase since a bad breakup.”

  His face lights up. “It’s been a couple months for me, too.”

  “Seriously?”

  He shrugs. “I couldn’t be bothered. I saw a photo of a certain yoga instructor on the beach and I couldn’t get her out of my head.”

  I study his earnest face and suddenly have this distinct thought: this guy actually thinks he’s in love with me. Jesus Christ. It’s written all over his face. “Ben, listen,” I say. “Just don’t dream too big when it comes to me, okay? I’m not a girl who dreams of white picket fences and fairytales. My parents divorced when I was five. My dad took off and never came back. My MO has always been to stay for as long as the relationship is good and take off when things turn to shit. Life’s too short to do otherwise. So, please, let’s just take it day by day.”

  “Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. As long as I’m the only guy you’re taking it day by day with.”

  “Fine. Good.” I pat his hand. “Good talk.”

  “Come here.” He pulls me to him and I rest my cheek on his chest.

  “Damn, I’m suddenly wiped out,” I say, yawning.

  “Sleep,” he says softly.

  I feel his fingertips glide softly down my back and my eyelids turn heavy.

  “I’ve had a blast with you tonight, Kaylee,” he says, his chest rising and falling underneath my cheek.

  “Same here,” I say softly. They’re the last words I say before falling into blissful sleep in his arms.

  Chapter 5

  Three Months Later . . .

  I snuggle up to Ben’s naked body in my bed and read from the script page in my hand—the lines Ben’s been dutifully practicing for his big audition tomorrow. “These are evil men,” I say. “We can’t defeat them, just you and me, Trent. We’d need an army. Oh, God, I’m so scared, Trent.”

  “Don’t be scared, Lenora,” Ben coos, using his best American accent—which, I’ve got to admit, ain’t so great. “As long as we’re together,” he continues, his deep voice rumbling underneath my cheek, “we can conquer anything—even Gershwin and his goons.”

  “Goons,” I correct.

  “Goons. Goons?”

  “Goons.”

  “Goons?”

  “Better,” I lie.

  “Damn. That’s a tough one. Goons.”

  “You’ve got it,” I say, simply because I truly don’t think he’ll ever get it and I don’t want him to feel self-conscious about it during the audition. But, yeah, I’m totally lying. He didn’t get it. “That was almost perfect, babe. Just a little tweak with a vocal coach after you get the part and you’ll be golden.” He squeezes me. And I can tell by his body language, his mind is racing with anxiety about tomorrow. “Keep going,” I say softly. “Don’t worry about the accent. That’s icing. The cake is you. Your charisma. Your charm. That’s why they’ve given you three callbacks.”

  Ben clears his throat. “Let them send their tanks. Let them fire their bazookas.”

  “Fire their bazookas,” I say, correcting his accent again. “Fire.”

  “Fire their bazookas.”

  I giggle. I don’t mean to do it, but he’s so damned cute I can’t help myself.

  “Shit. I think Trent ate an Aussie for dinner last night,” he says. He groans and throws his head back against my pillow. “Fuck. I’m not gonna get it.”

  “You will. There’s no doubt in my mind.” I thread my fingers in his. “Don’t worry about the accent thing, babe. Just go in there and dazzle them and melt their panties. That’s the thing they care about, not how you say fire. If they want you badly enough, they’ll just rewrite Trent as Australian. Easy peasy.”

  “They can’t do that, babe. Fans of the books would riot if Trent Dowager talked like an Aussie.”

  “Well, I happen to think Aussies are sexy as fuck.” I throw the script onto my nightstand and then, in one fluid motion, straddle him.

  He shoots me a huge, sexy smile and immediately brings his large palms to my naked breasts. “Hello, gorgeous.”

  “Hello.”

  “What would I do without you?” he asks.

  “Lie around being very gorgeous but very sad.”

  “Fuckin’ oath, I would. I’d be bloody miserable.”

  I run my fingers over his chest . . . and lean down to kiss him . . . but suddenly, the look on his face makes me freeze before our lips connect. “What?”

  “You know what.”

  “No, Ben.”

  “Yes.”

  “No.”

  He laughs. “Yes.”

  “No.”

  “I have to say it, Kaylee. I can’t hold back anymore. Your six-month rule is stupid and I won’t obey it any longer. I refuse.”

  I sit up and cover my ears. “La la la no!”

  He sits up and grabs my wrists and pulls my hands off my ears. “I love you.”

  I sh
riek. “No! Too soon! Too soon!”

  He laughs. “I love you!”

  “No!”

  “I do! I love you with all my heart and soul!”

  I shriek again. “No! I’m melting! I’m melting!” But I must admit, my heart feels like it’s about to burst. My soul is flying around the room. I feel happier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I sigh and smile down at him and then say, simply, “I love you, too.” Oh, the smile on my beautiful Ben’s face! It’s slaying me. Giving me eternal life. With a huge smile, I add, “With all my heart and soul.”

  “Good. Glad it’s mutual.”

  “Oh, it’s very mutual.”

  Ben bites his lower lip. “Let’s move in together. Fuck it. We now officially love each other, right? We spend so much time together there’s no point in us having two places. And I, for one, am never gonna love someone else, ever, ever, ever—so let’s do this.”

  I twist my mouth but remain mute.

  He slides his palms on either side of my rib cage. “Kaylee, I love you. I want you. The minute you stop wanting me back, you’ll go. But until then, move in with me.”

  I can’t help smiling like a goof. “Okay.”

  His face lights up. “Seriously?”

  I nod. “Let’s do it. Whose place? Mine or yours?”

  He looks euphoric. “I tell you what. If I don’t get the part, then I’ll move in here. But if I do get the part, then I’ll rent us a house on the beach with my big, fat paycheck.”

  I bite my lower lip. “Sounds good.” I glance at the clock. “Shit. I’m gonna be late for my class if I don’t get going.”

  “Hang on a sec.”

  I stop and look at him. My heart is racing.

  “Say it one more time, just so I know it wasn’t a dream.”

  I smile shyly. “I love you.”

  He sighs dramatically. “Best three words in the English language.”

  Chapter 6

  I’m lying on my couch, freaking out. I check my phone again. Will it to ring. Check to see if Ben has texted me. Nothing. I look at the clock again. I’d have thought Ben’s big audition—his fourth callback—would be over by now. He promised to call the minute it was over to tell me how it went. Why hasn’t he called yet? There’s a noise at the door. I look up. Ben.