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

by Tia Lewis

  I was extra careful to sneak out quietly, holding my breath until I was outside. Then, I jogged to the subway with an ever-present warmth between my legs from the constant state of arousal Preston had me in.

  It was going to be a night I wouldn’t forget.

  Chapter 19

  I checked the address once more, then looked up at the building only a block away. I had expected to arrive at a warehouse, or some other such dark, easy-to-miss building. That struck me as the sort of place Preston, and his group would meet. Somewhere far from prying eyes.

  Instead, I was looking at a building in an office park.

  I had to be wrong. I had messed up somehow. That was the only explanation. Preston would be so upset with me. I wasn’t ready to be part of The Alliance, after all.

  “You’re finally here.” I gasped, turning to find him right behind me. We both crouched behind a wall along the street, the brick wall blocking the building off from the rest of the world. It was maybe around six feet high.

  “What’s going on here?” I asked, noting Preston’s black clothing and hat. Just like mine.

  “The rest of the team is on the other side of the building, outside the wall,” he explained. His eyes gleamed in the darkness.

  “You haven’t explained what this is all about, Preston. I thought this was a meeting.”

  “It is. In a sense.” His eyes narrowed, then, his face going stony. “Are you questioning me?”

  “No, of course not. But I think I deserve to know why we’re here. I thought we were going to, I don’t know, sit around in a circle and talk about things.”

  “Sounds like an AA meeting,” he smirked. “No, that’s not what we’re here for. We’re here for something much more critical to the success of our mission.”

  My heart raced. Blood pumped through me, mixed with a healthy dose of adrenaline. “What?”

  He nodded toward the office building. “There are computers in there just ready and waiting for us to hack in.”

  I gulped. “We’re hacking that office?”

  “A few very special computers in particular, yes.” He grinned. “I thought I’d save that as a surprise for you.”

  I should have been appalled. Instead, I was flattered.

  “You think I’m up to the challenge?”

  “Absolutely. Do you?”

  “Yes!” No doubt. I was ready to prove myself.

  “Excellent. Oh, by the way.” He pulled a small device from his pocket, then pressed a button. I squirmed deliciously as the buzzing between my legs began. A small moan escaped my throat.

  “Mmm… I can’t wait to take it out of you and shove my cock into that tight pussy. You’ll be so ready.”

  I gulped, heat building. “Yes, sir.”

  He pressed the button again, ending the vibration. “But that’s a reward for a job well done, of course. This first. Then, I’ll have you to myself.”

  “Yes, sir.” My entire body was like a live wire, ready to snap. Everything seemed sharper, clearer, more focused. I was ready to really commit to The Alliance and to Preston.

  “Tuck your hair under your hat,” he reminded me. “One of the team members is out there with a laptop, and when they hack into the security system, they’ll send a text to the rest of the members and me. Understood?”

  “Got it.”

  “When I get that message, I’ll help you over the wall and follow right behind you. We’ll cross the parking lot, into the lobby and up to the tenth floor.”

  “Yes, sir.” I grinned.

  “I’ll direct you to the correct terminals. The other members will be on another floor, taking care of those terminals.” He handed me a pair of black leather gloves. “Always better to be careful.”

  “You think of everything,” I murmured as I slid them over my hands.

  “I have to. I need to take care of you.” He stroked my face, then pulled his own gloves on. His cell phone buzzed. “All clear. Let’s go.”

  I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but within the blink of an eye, Preston helped me up over the wall. I landed with a soft thud. He followed right behind me, looking in all directions.

  “Okay. There’s the door.” He pointed across the parking lot to the well-lit lobby.

  “Security guard?” I asked.

  “He’s on break. We already have eyes on the lobby feed.” We dashed across the empty lot. “We’re overriding the feed, too—anybody watching later will only see an empty lobby.”

  Their abilities awed me, and I’d been working with them for months. I wondered briefly just how wide-reaching their powers were. Preston looked around just once before opening the side door, pointing the way to the elevators. I saw a few black-clad figures running inside through a door at the other end of the floor, but they were too far away for me to make out their faces.

  “Here,” Preston motioned to the opening elevator doors, and we ran inside. Only when the doors closed could I breathe.

  He handed me a USB drive. “You’ll download the root directory files we need onto this stick. There’s a list of the file names in a folder already loaded here, and folders for each of the terminals you’ll work on. Each terminal has a number on it corresponding with the numbers of the empty folders. Understood?”

  “Yes.” I took the stick.

  “I’m going to stay by the elevator, monitoring the activity of the others via text.”

  I gulped as we reached the top floor.

  “So I’m working alone?”

  “It won’t take you long. I know how good you are. You wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t handle it.”

  “You’re right,” I nodded, squaring my shoulders. “I can do this.”

  The doors opened, and we stepped out. It was what I guessed a typical office floor looked like—a sea of cubicles. Only every third or fourth light in the ceiling was illuminated, casting the floor in shadows.

  “You’re up,” he murmured. “Start with Terminal Thirty-Eight. The rest of the numbers are on the stick.”

  “Got it,” I told myself not to panic as I jogged through the cubicles, looking for thirty-eight. When I found it, I sat at the desk and woke the machine up with a jiggle of the mouse. Once I plugged the stick in, some behind-the-scenes program opened the computer to my use. I didn’t need a code—it was sent directly from the USB drive. Convenient.

  “Wait. Bank of New York?” I looked around, wondering what we were doing there. A bank? I was sure we were in some sort of government building—not that it would have been much safer if we were, but it would have made more sense. Why a bank?

  I didn’t have time to figure it out since I had work to do. I started typing on the laptop, getting to the root directory with no trouble. Then, I opened the USB drive and found the names of the files I was to locate. I did just that, copying them to the folder marked “Thirty-Eight.”

  “How’s it going?” Preston asked, whispering from his position by the elevators.

  “Fine. What about the others of The Alliance?”

  “Hard at work,” he said. I put the computer to sleep, taking out the drive. There were four more terminals to hack into, and I went one by one. The only problem was the damned leather gloves—I couldn’t type for shit with them on. I kept making mistakes and having to backtrack. Finally, knowing Preston wasn’t looking, I took them off and simply made a point of carefully wiping down the keyboard and mouse when I finished.

  “Okay, they’re just about finished downstairs. Where are you?”

  “On the last one,” I whispered, typing frantically. Once I’d done the first two, it became easier to go through the process. All of the computers were hooked up to a main network, all configured the same way. It was just a matter of following certain steps and copying the right files over. When I finished, I wiped everything down and withdrew the drive from the port before pulling my gloves back on.

  “Done,” I said, feeling triumphant as I ran back to where Preston waited. A broad smile stretched from ear to ear on
his handsome face. He pulled me to him, taking my breath away with his suddenness, and planted a passionate kiss on my waiting lips.

  “You will be so well rewarded for this. Good girl.” He reached into his pocket and rewarded me then and there with a long vibration. The adrenaline flowing freely through my system mixed with the physical pleasure and nearly curled my toes. He smiled as he watched me react.

  “We should go,” he murmured. We turned to the elevator—to see the digital counter above the doors begin to climb.

  “Wait,” I whispered. “What’s happening?”

  “Shit!” Preston sent a frantic text, and one came back through seconds later. “It’s not the other group members. It must be the guard, making his rounds.”

  “What do we do?” The number kept climbing in time with the elevator car. Five… six…

  “Quick.” He took my hand, and we broke out into a sprint, heading for the stairwell. The door was on the other side of the floor, and just as we burst through and let it close ever so quietly, the elevator dinged.

  I leaned against the concrete wall, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to catch my breath. We were alone in the dimly lit stairwell, with the security guard just on the other side of the door. I could hear his footsteps. My eyes widened when I realized we’d chosen the wrong door—the only stairs led up, to the roof.

  We were trapped.

  Preston clearly understood our predicament. He held a finger to his lips, then pointed up. We’ll wait up there, he mouthed. I nodded and took the short flight of stairs to the roof. The door was silent enough, thank God. We tiptoed through it, letting it close gently behind us.

  “Oh, Jesus.” I bent at the waist, hands on my knees. “I thought we were goners for sure.”

  “I wouldn’t count our blessings yet,” he murmured. “We’re still trapped on the roof.” He turned to me, pulled me to a standing position with his hands on my biceps. “You were incredible in there.”

  “So were you.” I became aware of the continued vibration between my legs as the panic began to fade. I was so ready for him, and I could tell from the look in his eye that he knew it.

  “How will we pass the time?” he asked, a wicked gleam in his eye. The next thing I knew, my arms were around his neck and his tongue was deep in my mouth. My entire body was on fire from the excitement and danger and power and ever-growing arousal. And from the hard pressure against my hip, I could tell Preston felt the same way.

  I trembled in his arms, the continuous vibrations growing stronger and stronger thanks to Preston’s manipulation of the control. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and I whimpered helplessly as the torture went on and on.

  “Feel good, baby?” He chuckled as he drove me crazy. I closed my eyes, groaning as the tension got tighter… tighter… so close…

  And then it stopped.

  “No…” I moaned, resting my forehead against his shoulder.

  “That sounds like an objection. You’re not objecting to your training, are you?”

  “No, sir.”

  “You trust what I’m doing, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  His hands found my breasts, touching and tweaking them. “Wouldn’t you just love to come right now?”

  “Yes. I would,” I breathed.

  “When you do…” His hands slid down to my hips before one slipped between my legs. “It’s going to blow your mind.”

  I nodded, whimpering again as he pressed against my mound, pushing the dildo further into my dripping, pulsing pussy. He chuckled. “I love the way you beg even when you don’t say a word.” He pulled me in by the back of my neck, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I clung to him, utterly breathless, knees weak, unable to think about anything but the desperate, pulsing desire racing through me. It was all so exciting, knowing we could get caught at any minute, being out in the open. Preston didn’t even care. He was just that powerful and that sure of himself.

  He pulled my shirt up, exposing my bra, then yanked down the cups in a rough motion. My breasts were framed for him, cradled in the underwire like I was presenting them for his approval. And he approved. His tongue darted over my nipples, which were already almost painfully hard thanks to my arousal. My whimpers and moans grew louder as my frantic need for satisfaction built. I had never imagined pleasure could be too much to handle, but I was getting there.

  He bit down on one nipple, then the other. I gasped, breath hissing. “There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over me as I sighed before biting down again. I could see what he meant. Once the initial shock passed, a warm sort of hazy euphoria enveloped me. It only added to the high state of arousal I was already in.

  “Against the wall.” He pushed me into the wall beside the door we’d walked through, my back to him. He pressed my hands beneath him, leaning into me. I felt his hard cock pulsing against my back and shivered. “Don’t move until I tell you to,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over my ear. I shivered again but nodded to show I understood.

  His fingers worked at my jeans, yanking them down as roughly as he’d handled my bra. I gasped when he spanked one cheek, then the other, while the vibrator worked on me all the while. I felt the dildo shaking inside me, rotating, touching my G-spot and making me nearly insane with the need to come.

  When the pressure of his thumb on my anus became evident, I gasped.

  “A virgin back here, too, huh?” He laughed softly. I felt wetness back there—he must have spat on me, which felt strangely erotic—before he began massaging my tender opening.

  “Mmm… Preston…”

  “So tight back here,” he whispered. “Do you want me to take your ass?”

  “Oh, Preston… please…”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please, do what you want, as long as I get to come.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but it was what I felt. I was half-crazy by then, my entire body throbbing with desperate, frantic need.

  When the vibrator left my pussy, I let out a moan of regret that turned into a gasp when I felt the head of the dildo pressing against my ass. “Preston!” I gasped, suddenly unsure.

  “Relax,” he ordered. “Take a deep breath and trust me.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered, relaxing my muscles as he told me to. The pressure increased until I was biting my lip to keep from crying out. Then, all of a sudden, the head was through and what had started as borderline pain softened into something close to pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I whispered, sighing as the rubber cock slid into my ass. It felt so different and so good.

  “You like that?” he asked, working the toy in and out with one hand while he played with my clit with his other. I moaned, nodding, unable to think or speak clearly. I was so close it hurt.

  When his cock slammed into my waiting pussy, I cried out in surprise and deep pleasure. The feeling of so much fullness in both openings left me shaking, panting, crying out again and again as Preston took me.

  “Let me see you fuck yourself,” he whispered, taking one of my hands and placing it over the base of the dildo. I started working it in and out in time with his thrusts, moaning and nearly screaming from the sheer pleasure. I’d never felt anything so extreme. I thought my body would explode if I felt much better.

  “You wanna come?” he grunted, slamming into me so hard his balls slapped against my clit. My breasts bounced up and down as he fucked me mercilessly, and his hands closed over them. He squeezed them hard, pinching and twisting until I hissed through gritted teeth. And still, he fucked me, as I worked the dildo in and out of my ass. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Yes, please! Please, let me come!” I was near tears, my entire body screaming for relief.

  “Come for me,” he commanded, letting go of my breasts to slap my ass cheeks again and again as I nearly wept with relief.

  I let go of myself, letting my body take what it wanted. A second or two later, the shaking started. I felt
it overtaking me like a tsunami, enveloping me, nearly drowning me.

  “Oh, God!” I screamed, turning my face to my arm and biting down, desperate to stifle the screams I couldn’t contain. Preston was right—it was beyond anything I could’ve imagined. I was sure it would never stop, wave after wave of shuddering, shaking, trembling delight. My body seemed to clench tight, then release in pulses of bliss.

  “Yes, baby… yes… I’m gonna come.” He slammed home once more, and I felt him swelling and spasming inside me as he found his own release. I was sure I’d pass out, my head spinning. It took me a solid minute to stop shaking and catch my breath a little.

  “How was that, baby?” Preston murmured, stroking my tingling ass cheeks.

  “Different,” I breathed, savoring every moment.

  “Good. You can pull your pants up now, but leave the dildo in your ass. You can remove it when you get to your room.”

  “Yes, sir.” I bent at the waist, being as gentle as I could with my sore backside. The pain had lessened to a dull ache, a warm, pulsing sensation. I couldn’t believe how sexy it was—I’d never understood the appeal of being spanked. I knew it was a thing, even if I had never done it myself. The naughty feeling was beyond hot.

  I wanted to be able to bask in the afterglow, but it wasn’t possible. Preston went back into the stairwell to check whether we were in the clear. He came back up to the door and waved me inside.

  “He’s gone,” he murmured. “I would feel better if we took the stairs down. I want to be sure you’re safe.” So we left that stairwell and went through the one beside it, which led to the lobby. Moments later we were running through the parking lot again, with Preston helping me up over the wall as he had before.

  “Go home,” he advised. “I’ll be in contact as always.” He pulled me to him one more time for a long, passionate kiss. We were both flushed and breathless, a little giddy. “You were incredible.”

  Incredible. I smiled to myself the whole way home, the whole way up the stairs to my room and as I got into bed. I was incredible. He said so.