Dirty Hacker: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Alpha Men Book Book 2)

by Tia Lewis

  Preston held onto my head and met my mouth with a steady thrust. He looked into my eyes as he began to slide his cock into my mouth. He couldn’t catch his breath. I wanted to speak but my lips were glued to his cock as his shaft went in and out with loud slurps. He withdrew himself from my mouth entirely and helped me back up, facing the table again. By the time he reached for my ass, I pushed backward toward him, also wanting it exactly as he had positioned me.

  I loved his forcefulness as he pulled my panties down in one swift. I could feel his breath hit my inner thighs as he crouched down to get a good look at me, and I shivered as I considered what was about to happen.

  Then I moaned as soon as I felt his tongue plunge into my wet pussy, licking from my ass all the way to my clit in one long movement. He began to swirl his tongue in circular motions around my clit. I could feel myself getting wetter still against his touch. He spread my legs wider to get better access to me, then plunged a finger into me. A long groan bubbled out of me as I closed my eyes, sinking into pleasure while he worked his finger in and out of me as he continued to lick my clit. I couldn’t help but fall against the wooden table even more. I could feel my legs getting weak against the sensations flowing through my body.

  Suddenly, his mouth and finger were gone. I groaned softly in disappointment. He stood and picked my hips up so that I was forced to pull my legs together for balance. I felt his cock tap against my ass a few times before he slowly thrust into me. The second I felt his dick enter, I stiffened and gasped.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, all passion halted for the moment. I could tell he truly cared if I was enjoying myself.

  “It hurts. I’m still sore from yesterday,” I told him.

  “Okay, I’ll go really slow,” he said.

  He backed up and slipped his cock inside again, this time going even slower than last time. I tried to ease into the feeling, letting his shaft fill me up once again. I relaxed my muscles, embracing every inch I got.

  “Is that better? Does that feel good, baby?” he asked as he reached around and began to play with my clit.

  “Mmmm yes, that feels so good,” I told him. I could feel even more moisture building up, flowing out of me, even though I was still ridiculously tight. I could feel my pussy gripping on his hard cock.

  “Shit! You’re so tight,” he muttered before he slid his dick in more forcefully.

  I felt the back of his hand on my head as he pushed my head down against the table again. He held onto my breasts as he slowly picked up his speed, feeling my pussy beginning to adjust to his size. I wasn't sure whether it was the way he was fucking me or holding me with such passion that sent me to incredible erotic heights. I began to move my hips back to meet his. I arched my back so that he could fuck me even deeper. I reached back and spread my ass, holding onto my cheeks. He spanked me hard once before bending over to hold onto the edges of the table, pulling my body into his. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of his body on top of mine, penetrating me.

  “Yes! Oh, my God! Preston!” I yelled, gripping the edges of the table as he pounded into me. He placed his hands on top of mine, holding the edge of the table simultaneously.

  He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up against his powerful body. He held my breast with one hand and kept the other tight around my throat. I could feel his hot breath sighing in my ear. I moaned even louder, feeling myself approach climax, crying out for the release. I reached back and held onto the back of his neck for support as the hand on my breast slid down and began to massage my clit once again.

  My body gave in and erupted into an orgasm. My legs shook furiously as waves of ecstasy pulsed through my body. I moaned uncontrollably and dug my fingers into his skin. My nipples hardened beneath his touch. He began to fuck me even harder, causing me to yell louder.

  “Preston! Yes! Yes!” I yelled, begging for it.

  He put his foot up on the table and began to fuck me even deeper. I could tell he was losing control the way he thrust into me.

  “I’m about to come,” he told me, pushing me forward onto the table again. He gripped my ass tightly. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin. He spread my cheeks so that he could stroke into me even deeper.

  He thrust into me a few more times before I felt his come explode into me. He yelled loudly as he released himself. He slowly slid his cock out of me. I felt some fluid drip down my inner thigh, but I was too exhausted and sore to move. I didn’t want the moment to be over. I relaxed my tired body against the table, allowing fatigue to overtake every inch of me. The room, earlier filled with the groans of our sinful pleasure, suddenly went silent. I wondered what he was thinking and would have turned to see his face, but I couldn’t move a muscle. I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness.

  Without a word, he picked me up. I allowed him to carry me to the sofa, my eyes still closed, my body still in a haze of pleasure.

  I felt him fall onto the couch next to me and smiled. I wanted to stay right there with him forever. I felt his soft fingers brush my hair out of my face. He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

  “Still want ‘more?’” he grinned.

  “No,” I breathed and smiled back. “I think I’m okay for a while.”

  We cuddled and listened to each other breath.

  A few minutes later, Preston asked: “Will you be my girlfriend?”

  My eyes fluttered open to meet his.

  “What? Are you serious?” I asked him. I was confused.

  “Yes. I want you to know you are significant to me. There have been so many nights when I was working alone but wished I was with you. I can’t remember any other time in my life when I wanted to spend time with someone more than I wanted to work. You’ve made each day a little brighter. I would be happy every day knowing that I make each of your days a little brighter too,” he said before he kissed me.

  I did not know what to say. All of it felt like a dream. I always wanted to have someone in my life who cared about me the way he did. I had always hoped one day I would be in a relationship with someone—someone who completed me. Now that he was in front of me, I was hesitant to take him up on his offer. What was stopping me and was I afraid to get what I want? Was he the right one? Was it a bad idea for us to start a relationship before I left for college? What would a billionaire want with a girl like me? Even though I had already lost my virginity to him, I didn’t think he would want a serious relationship with someone so much younger than him.

  “I’m not sure, Preston. I guess I’m wondering what that will mean for us. I’m leaving for college soon. Don’t you want someone who’s a better fit for you? Maybe someone closer to your age or someone already as wealthy and successful as you?”

  He smiled softly, slowly. Maybe a little shyly, but I didn’t want to trick myself into thinking he felt more than he did.

  “I couldn’t think of a better fit for me. I know who I am. I know what I want, and that’s you. Meeting you online was fate, introducing myself in person was a choice, but falling for you is beyond my control. More than anything, I want you to be thinking of me the way I think about you.” He sighed, stroking my hair as he murmured. “I know about school. I’m not promising forever, but I want to be by your side as long as you allow it.” His hand moved from my hair to my arm. He picked up my hand and laced his fingers between each of mine.

  How could I explain how I felt? “There’s just something about you I’m scared to lose because I know I won’t be able to find it in anyone else. I’m afraid for us to actually be together. Not because we wouldn’t work out, but because everything I have ever wanted is right in front of me,” I whispered, feeling more vulnerable than ever before. I wasn’t afraid of being vulnerable in front of Preston. If anything, I wanted to be completely honest with him.

  “There’s a reason that people like you and I find each other. I don’t know why we were meant to end up together, but I know it’s not an accident that I’m here with you,” he whispered while stari
ng into my eyes.

  I leaned over and kissed him. “Then my answer is yes. I hope I can make you half as happy as you’ve already made me.”

  The second the words left my mouth, he grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. “You’ve already made me happier than anyone else ever has.”

  Chapter 17

  We stayed that way, resting on the couch, for about an hour. We talked about our dreams, what scared us, his rise to success, how we both liked to eat chocolate when we were sad. As we shared more details about our lives, we realized we had more in common than either of us ever expected.

  I wanted to be in that moment forever, with his arms around me, just the two of us. We might as well have been the only two people in the world just then. It was perfect.

  Then, I realized the sun’s position had changed quite a lot since I’d first arrived. “What time is it?” I asked, feeling like I was coming out of a trance.

  “Around five.”

  “Shit! I have to get back home! I’m grounded, remember?” I jumped up, racing to the kitchen to get my clothes on. As I was slipping my flip flops on, Preston handed me a folded piece of paper.

  “We have a meeting tomorrow. Your first Alliance meeting.”

  I gasped, unfolding the paper. There was an address written in blue ink.

  “Oh, my God! Are you serious? I finally get to meet everyone?”

  He smiled, nodding. “This is the real, legitimate reason I asked you over here. I wanted to be with you, of course, but I also wanted to tell you that I’ve been looking over your work with a careful eye. You’ve grown so much in just the last two months.”

  “Thank you,” I murmured, cheeks burning.

  “You’re ready to officially join The Alliance. You have what it takes.”

  “I don’t know what to say!” I jumped up and down, hugging him. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long!”

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” he smiled, kissing me lightly. “I’m so excited to be able to show you my world. It might not be exactly what you’ve pictured, but I think you’ll like it, anyway.”

  “What do you mean, not what I pictured?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see. Here. Take this.” He handed me a small, red package.

  “What’s this?” It was wrapped and just about fit in the palm of my hand.

  “You’ll need this for the meeting. Don’t open it until I tell you to. When you get back to your parents’, find a good hiding spot for it. It’s not dangerous,” he quickly added, “but it would be for the best if nobody knew you had it.”

  “Yes, sir,” I agreed. “Only…”

  “Only?”

  “I’m still grounded, remember?” I groaned, grimacing. “They’re going to be keeping a closer eye on me than ever.”

  “I forgot—I’m not the only person who gets to punish you,” he smiled. “But that won’t be a problem this time. Just follow my commands and everything will be all right. Your parents will never know, I promise. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, sir.” I meant it with all my heart. I trusted him more than anyone else I’d ever met. He wouldn’t put me in danger—if anything, he’d be the first person to protect me from harm. I placed the little package into my purse before kissing him goodbye.

  Preston’s driver took me home. If traffic held up, I would arrive just before six. I crossed my fingers, hoping I could head my parents off.

  I was in a relationship! I had a boyfriend! How many times had I told myself I would never know what romance felt like? All those times throughout high school, watching the jocks and the cheerleaders hold hands in the hallway, seeing them kissing at the water fountain. Telling myself that would never be me enough times to actually believe it. And it finally was! I didn’t have to be a loner. Being a loner was just a story I had told myself for so long. I didn’t have to paint that picture of myself anymore. I could be whoever I wanted to be.

  I could also tap into parts of myself I didn’t realize were there all along. Like my strength. I didn’t fall apart when my parents chastised and punished me. I didn’t fall apart when Preston first tried to reject me—instead, I’d found a way to keep his attention, even if it meant breaking the rules. No, the law. The thought still rankled a little, but it was all in good faith. It wasn’t like I had malicious intent.

  I was stronger than I ever thought. I was also sexy and more confident all the time.

  And I owed it all to Preston.

  When the driver opened the door for me, I got out of the car and looked up toward the house. My heart seized as terror swept through me. There was a light on inside. No! It couldn’t be! They never got home before six, and it was only a quarter to!

  I had no choice. As I walked up the steps, my feet slow and heavy, I felt like I was on my way to the gallows. I was about to disappoint my parents once again. What would the punishment be this time? What was worse than grounding? I had to get to the meeting the following night, no matter what. But how, if I were about to face an even stronger punishment?

  I took a deep breath as I opened the door. My father was in the living room, just off the entryway. Before him on the coffee table were my phone and computer.

  “Hey, Dad,” I said, trying to remain casual for as long as I could. “You’re home early.”

  “Yes. I am. And what did I find? My daughter, not in her bedroom. Where she’s supposed to be.” His eyebrows were knitted together as he frowned.

  “Please, Dad. I can explain.”

  But he held up one hand. “Sit down.”

  I sat in the armchair across from him, just as I had when I first got caught. “I know what you’re going to say,” I said, trying to get a word in edgewise before he started. “I know it was wrong of me to sneak out again. I don’t want to keep disappointing you and Mom, but I’m also an adult now. Eighteen. I realize this is your house, but I need to have a little autonomy. I have to make decisions and learn from my mistakes.” I tried to be as sincere as possible.

  He sighed. “You’re right.”

  “What?” I blinked, unable to believe it.

  “You need to learn from your mistakes. The problem is, sometimes the price we pay for our mistakes is far too high. As your father, it’s my job—my instinct—to protect you from the worst of it. I’m here to make your path as gentle as I can. No parent wants their child to pay the ultimate price—and you know what I mean. I pass through the ER from time to time, and I see kids your age. Car accidents, muggings, rapes, overdoses. I hate to be so harsh, but that’s the truth of life. And those kids were all making choices. Drinking and driving, taking risks, getting involved with the wrong people. Experimenting.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s all such a waste.”

  “I understand.”

  “So you understand why your mother and I are so worried about you. You’re exploring things you’ve never explored before, and we don’t know how to react.”

  “I know, Dad. This is all new to me, too.”

  He smiled gently. “It’s an exciting time, for sure. I remember when I first met your mother… well, that’s another story. See, here’s the thing.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He’d never been so frank with me before, and I drank in every word. “You’ve always been the sort of person who chases down what they want. I admire that. But you have a tendency to put on blinders, too. Like when you first got into computers. Nothing else existed. That level of intensity is good, but when it’s misdirected it can be dangerous. Even destructive.”

  I nodded slowly, understanding what he was getting at. A voice in the back of my head told me to listen, and closely.

  “When you first start dating and exploring that part of life, it’s easy to get mixed up in the raw emotions. You feel passion for the first time, but passion is deceptive. You’re not thinking clearly when you’re all wrapped up in another person and the way they make you feel. You’ve never been down this road before, so it’s even more intense for you. I just want you to be caref
ul.”

  “I know. I understand.”

  “So you’ll understand if I ask you for information on this guy you’re seeing.”

  My blood ran cold. I should’ve known. My father wanted the full rundown. What was I supposed to do? My head raced. Then, it hit me. I bit the side of my cheek to keep from smiling in triumph.

  “His name is Preston. Preston Phillips.”

  My father’s eyes widened in surprise when I was so forthcoming. And why shouldn’t I be? There was no information on Preston anywhere online—at least, not anywhere my father would think to look. I was perfectly safe.

  “Where did you meet him?”

  “Online.” I couldn’t lie again. I had to be truthful as much as I could.

  He maintained composure, which surprised me. I’d expected a lecture on the dangers of the internet. “And how long ago did you start talking?”

  “Back in May. Right after I graduated. We met on a tech blog and started messaging back and forth—he knows a lot about coding, so I wanted to learn from him. We became friends, and after several weeks of talking every day we decided to meet up in person. I know how risky that can be,” I said, scrambling to cut off my father’s objections before he could voice. “But I promise, he’s a really great guy. He’s never been anything but polite and respectful. I think you’d really like him.” Not like either of my parents would ever get the chance to meet him. I wasn’t crazy.

  “I’m sure he seems very nice and charming. Most people do when they’re putting their best foot forward and getting their way. Have you ever seen how he acts when he doesn’t get his way? Have you ever seen how he interacts with people when he thinks you’re not looking?”

  I had nothing to say. I looked down at the floor, then back up at my father.

  “Has he ever been arrested?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Does he have children?’

  “No. Well. I don’t think so?”

  “You don’t think so? You haven’t asked?”