Her Alpha Male

by Lillith Payne

  “Please what?” he asked in a harsh tone while his fingers found her prominent nipples and tugged at them through the thin cloth. “What do you want, Angela? Tell me.”

  She wondered if he’d tried to call her bluff, so she’d back off. “I want to feel you inside me,” she managed to get out while refusing to open her eyes, afraid it would end the dream.

  He dropped his hand to her crotch, felt the heat pouring from her body, and he let his palm rest against her and slipped his fingers between her legs to stroke her through the damp material.

  Royce lifted her up into his arms, moved her back against the cold window, and pressed her against it while he sucked her nipples through the silk. She let out a gasp at the temperature difference intruding and forgot about it when he dropped in front of her. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a small bed of dark, moist curls. Royce alternated between smooth, soft strokes to circular motions and occasionally rose to play with her ring, prominent against the thin silk, while his fingers grazed against her. Angela didn’t know how long they stayed that way, only that her legs were refusing to hold her weight when his tongue finally touched her core, triggering a shocking wave of lust and need inside her. She groaned when Royce moved away, thankful to feel him pull her to his chest.

  “Angela, last warning,” he managed as he bit her earlobe.

  “No warnings, Royce. I want you, more anything I’ve ever wanted. I want to feel you inside me.”

  He groaned and slipped an arm under her legs and lifted her easily only to turn and drop her onto the sofa, following down over her, his lips to her mouth as his hands found her breasts.

  She wasn’t capable of coherent speech, only small groans and sighs to direct him. When his lips surrounded her engorged nipple, she felt a surge go through her body. Her fingers fought to pull the material aside, wanting nothing between them. He pulled away long enough to dispose of the slip and latched on her other side, his fingers pulling her other breast. Angela felt extremely satisfied in a different direction acknowledging she was open and bold enough to ask for what she needed.

  “Royce, please come inside me,” she managed, struggling to reach him. “Forget it, angel. Just relax. We’ll get there, eventually,” he told her. His laughter was different from any she’d heard. It held a hint of excitement she wasn’t familiar with. “I’m gonna love you, Angela, so you’ll never forget.”

  “Royce!” His name died on her lips as his mouth went back to her breast and his finger slipped inside her. She was beyond ready to take what he offered.

  She knew Royce had had his share of women in the past twenty years and wondered if she’d disappoint him. She released the thought and tried to live in the moment. She knew no shame about her actions, rather used his hands and lips to seek her fulfillment. Tightening around his fingers, she savored her release before he moved back up her body, teasing her lips with his until she opened and shared her essence. With his fingers still embedded deep within her pussy, Angela knew he felt her clutch around them a second time. She was breathless when he finally slipped from her body.

  “Don’t go,” she said quickly, her hands reaching.

  “Relax, angel. Catch your breath, I’m right here,” he promised, latching onto her nipple once again for reassurance.

  “I want to taste you, Royce,” she told him when her breathing settled.

  Her hands stroked his back and sides, her reach just short of getting a hold on him. He moved farther away and slipped down her body again. When she went slick a second time, he pulled away, reached to the table behind him, and fumbled for one of the packages. Angela took the package from him with steady hands and tore it open before reaching to his cock.

  Royce groaned and let her push him back onto the sofa, take control. She covered him with her mouth, let out a sigh when his erection surged

  between her lips. She brought him to the brink of losing control several times and instinctively backed off just before it was too late. When he was beyond what she thought him capable of, she quickly covered him with the condom before straddling him.

  Angela knew Royce was overly endowed from their previous meetings. She tried to push back the sudden panic that rose in her as she slowly lowered herself over him. For years, she’d thought only of having him stretch her like never before. Now that the moment was here, she refused to panic. She wanted this, and if he were willing, she’d take a whole lot more from him before he left.

  Royce slowed her descent, forced her to accustom herself to his intrusion. It was an agonizing time, both realizing and accepting their acts. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing. She could feel her body stretch around him to accommodate his erection. When she was only halfway over him, he left her own desire and pulled her breasts to his lips, his hands pushing them together so he could suckle both nipples at the same time.

  It pushed her over the imaginary edge, and letting her weight drop, she embedded him deep inside her. She came with a fierce shudder, his lips still attached to her breast. Angela dropped her arms around his shoulders and struggled for breath.

  “Still with me, Angela?” He teased her only to be reminded that she was as her inner muscles flexed against him. He swore in Italian and managed to lift her with him, turning her under him on the cushion. When he didn’t move over her she finally opened her eyes, watching him, not caring her hair was disheveled, her lips bruised, her body spread wide waiting to accept him any way he chose.

  “Royce?” He thrust inside her only a few times before gathering her against him a second time and pulling her down to the floor under him on a hard surface to absorb the thrust of each stroke.

  She opened, swallowing his length and groaned when he withdrew. Angela wrapped her legs around his waist and held him inside her, using her inner muscle tone to taunt him. He swore a second time and gave up the idea of a slow, mellow joining, and gave what his body demanded. He thrust with complete abandon and she met each penetration.

  His resolve snapped when she groaned, reached to tug on her own nipple, and offered it to his mouth. His lips attached to her breast and he pushed again, taking her over the cliff in a different way.

  Angela felt the difference in her climax from his tongue to his penis. Completely different, yet each amazing in its own right. She decided they needed to practice each position before she could decide which was better. And that didn’t include how he’d made her feel when he sucked her or when his fingers invaded her. He didn’t collapse on top of her; instead, he pulled from inside her and rolled onto his back, his body in a complete sweat.

  “Damn it, Angela, are you trying to kill me?”

  “Not after that performance. But I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath before I expect an encore.” She laughed as she rose and dropped a light kiss on his lips. “Something cold to drink?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer.

  Using the few moments alone to pull herself together, she forced back any long-term visions and reminded herself she’d have to let him go. She did, however, let herself remember the feeling of him pushing inside her, stretching her like never before. When she returned, he was still lying where she had left him. Angela drank from the glass of water before pressing it into this hand. When he did a half crunch to drink, she dropped beside him, tugged off the used protection, and covered him with her cold mouth. Royce reared, pushing his cock farther down her throat with the involuntary movement.

  She laughed despite her full mouth and continued to explore him. The water was long forgotten as she perfected her technique of loving him. With her hands and mouth, alternately, she manipulated him to a second climax, while understanding the short leash of control she was testing. He was amazing in his own right, his body firm and large, hard with want. Angela dropped over his body when he shuddered under her, the last of his release still on her lips.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, unsure if he could hear her.

  He laughed, and she reached for his flat nipple to pinch away his laughter. When she
touched his skin his cock jumped beside her face. She swallowed his semi hard cock, starting the process over again.

  Chapter Seven

  Royce wasn’t sure when they fell asleep, only that they were still stretched out on the floor beside her fireplace with a blanket draped over them. Angela was tight against his chest, her legs intertwined with his. He knew it was early morning, but the dull grey day made him snuggle closer to her. She snuggled closer to him when he moved and his hand came up to cover hers. “Go back to sleep. It’s raining,” he told her just before he dozed off.

  He awoke to a strange wetness against his face and, dragging Angela with him, immediately sat up. She was still half asleep and protesting at the intrusion when he realized the dog’s face was too close to his, was staring at him.

  “Go away, you stupid horse,” he said, trying to get the animal to move.

  Angela stirred beside him and stretched after pushing the hair from her face. “She wants to go out.”

  As soon as the words left her lips, the dog started to whine. Angela sat up and glanced around at the evidence of their loving all around them. She struggled to stand and searched for her robe before looking outside. That was when it struck her and she gasped aloud. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was just past seven in the morning but the outdoor wonderland garnered his attention. He remembered saying it was raining out but it didn’t register. Now he forced the sleep from his eyes and took in the icy world outside their door.

  Moving quietly to the side door, he watched Angela try to hold the dog back while she opened it. Prima had other ideas and hit the exterior platform full-out, her legs slipping on the icy wood. She managed to make it down the stairs, each of her paws slipping and thumping against the wood. Angela watched from the doorway and let out a breath when the dog made it safely to the bottom. She told him that she knew from experience, Prima didn’t like

  to get her feet wet, and the dog returned quickly and settled back in her spot before the door.

  “Good girl, Prima.” Angela gave the dog one of her beloved bones. “Take a nap,” she said with a pat to Prima’s head.

  Royce was staring out the window when she returned to the living room, naked and stretching wondering what her morning reactions would be. His arm dropped over her shoulder when she approached and he sighed.

  “Guess we’re snowed in. Now you’re stuck with me for another day.”

  “Well, I’ll just have to figure out how to abuse your body to keep you occupied.”

  It wasn’t the words she used so much as the way she said them that made him still. The smile that formed on her lips was inviting and intimidating at the same time.

  “Fine with me, only do I get to sleep for a while first?”

  “How about in a real bed this time?”

  “The woman knows the way to my heart.” She took his hand and led him toward the stairs. He pulled away to stir the embers and drop a few logs onto the fire before following her to the loft and getting his first look at bedroom.

  Intimidated didn’t begin to describe how Royce felt as he hit the top of the circular staircase. The walls and ceilings were a soft white. Centered on a large rear wall covered with padded suede was her king-size platform bed, several steps up from floor level and covered in brown silk only a few shades lighter the suede walls. There were five layers of pillows in various sizes. Angela was tossing some of them onto the floor in a corner while pulling back the comforter to reveal crisp tan sheets with a darker stripe pattern.

  Across the room was a small hallway and he assumed it led to her bathroom and closet. The other side of the room was anchored by a large soaking tub, built up with several steps of terra cotta tiles. He didn’t need to turn around. He pictured the view easily. On a clear night, one might imagine being outside. There were no bureaus or mirrors. Dark wood nightstands stood on either side of the bed, the only other furniture in the room was a chaise lounge tucked away in the corner. Deep-pile carpet covered the floor including the platform steps, until it met at the bath tub tile. He immediately saw no lights on the tables and looked up to see the

  several rows of recessed lights over the bed. He’d seen it in magazines but never in a home, let alone did not expect to find them in Angela’s bedroom. “Quite a space, Angela.”

  “Thanks. It’s comfortable without being frilly.”

  Suddenly, she seemed nervous. Royce moved toward her, and she backed up the three steps before slipping onto the side of the bed. As she did, her robe caught under her, which exposed her shoulder and neck.

  He didn’t stop his pursuit until his lips found bare skin and his fingers found her belly ring. Her breath faltered when the rhythmic pattern of his lips and fingers synchronized. Angela clung to his shoulders to hold herself up against his onslaught, wanting more. She writhed under him feeling him harden with her movement.

  “Royce—”

  He silenced her with his lips. When he pulled back he waited for her to focus on him. “Angel, where’s the protection?”

  How he remembered to ask was a miracle, but he still remembered this was Angela. She reached to the nightstand, and he slid over her and traced her arm. Pulling open the drawer, he caught a glimpse of something and froze over her.

  Angela pulled a condom out and dropped it on the tabletop, but he held her wrist when she went to push the drawer closed. With his hand clasped over hers, he put it back into the drawer a second time and closed their fingers over the clear plastic phallus.

  “Oh.”

  Royce wondered what she’d say and laughed when she didn’t defend the contents.

  “All right, so I have some…aids. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No problem, angel.” He smiled at his good fortune. “Let’s see what we have to work with.” He still had her pinned on the side of the bed with her robe half on and half off. He pulled out the clear dildo and took a second pink rubber vibrator that lay next to it. Taking his time to decide between the two small bottles of lubricant, he finally closed the drawer.

  That he knew her secrets was intimidating and empowering. The idea that she actually owned the items was stunning. He’d seen them before, had used them with women before but always when overseas. He had never imagined that Angela would have a sex aid in her bedroom, let alone two. The small bottles of lubricant were imported also, and he wondered where she was shopping to have access to this type of item. He remembered the pink lace under ware she’d worn years earlier and the silk slip she’d had on last night. Where didn’t matter, only that she’d found them.

  It answered another of his questions from last night. He knew he hadn’t broken a virginal barrier, but she’d said no other men. While her movements were tentative at first, she’d fallen into his rhythm easily. Now, he knew why. He was both proud and a bit speculative at the same time. Her book came to mind, and it all fell into place. Her voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

  “I have live flesh and blood, Royce. I don’t need rubber today.”

  “Oh, but, Angela, think of the possibilities.”

  She blushed at his reference and tried to move away. Royce kept her pinned where she was and liked when her eyes went wide with anticipation as he ran his hand along the clear dildo and her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips. “Royce?”

  “Angela? Want to stop?” His question dared her to say yes.

  “No, but I’d rather have you right now instead of those.”

  Royce dropped it. Who in his right mind would pass up that invitation? He pushed her back on the bed and slid over her, his knee pushing her legs apart. He reached down and teased her, felt her open while she stroked his length in unison.

  “Royce, come inside me.” She twisted under him and reached to fondle his hard cock.

  “Why?”

  She startled under him and gave him a look that asked if he was insane. He stared her down, and she let her lips curl into a smile. Her hands left his cock and stroked his sides and back, her short nails making cont
inuous patterns while her eyes never leaving his.

  When she spoke, her cheeks heated. “Why?” She mimicked him, her voice husky. “Because I want to feel you fill me, stretch me, make me accommodate your pulsing cock. Do you know I can feel you when you pulse, Royce, inside me, I can feel when you throb.”

  She continued the patterns her hands drew along his skin, and she continued to tell him all the things she’d wanted him to do. “I want you to fuck me until you explode inside me, and I want you to finish me off with your lips and tongue. I want your fingers inside me, slick from your come, mixing with mine. I want to taste you from your lips…” She’d sent him over the unseen boundary, and he almost forgot to protect her before plunging inside her.

  Their coupling was intense and hard, unforgiving and sumptuous. Angela gave herself, body and mind. Nothing he did or said made her retreat. She slipped a hand between their bodies and stroked their joining. Royce let out a low howl as he came, seeing only pinpoint lights flashing for several seconds on his closed eyelids. Angela stayed with him and stroked him until he calmed. Her cry was anguished when he pulled himself from her. She let out a disappointed groan until he pulled her to the edge of the bed, dropped down, and finished her with his hands and mouth.

  She lay exhausted under him, half off, half on the bed. It seemed to take all her strength to raise her hand to the back of his head and run it through short dark brown hair.

  “Damn, Angela,” Royce whispered into her belly as he took one last twist of her ring with his teeth before pulling her back up on the bed and dropping beside her.

  He knew he slept but didn’t know how long. If Prima hadn’t wanted food, he might still be. Angela tended to the dog after a quick shower and the coffee she made forced him to relent to his empty stomach. He’d jumped in her shower and headed downstairs. They’d managed to make toast and ate standing at the counter. With a light breakfast and an appeased dog, they decided it was too cold and icy to go outdoors and quickly headed back warm bed.