Boys: Alphas of 2017 - Vol 1

by Hazel Parker

  “Don’t tell me you’ve never done a body shot before?” he muttered, kissing around my belly button again and moving lower, making me gasp as he ventured down into the thin, downy curls that covered my pussy. “With a body like yours, that’s just a crime.”

  His words made me tingle all over. “Can girls do it to guys as well?” I asked.

  “Of course,” he grinned, standing and helping me up. Sitting himself down on the bar, he told me to lick his nipple, then lay back so I could pour salt on it. For a moment, I was mesmerized by his huge cock, standing straight up and proud as he lay back. I had to run my hand over it for a second, causing him to draw in a deep breath as it throbbed in response. He popped the lemon in his mouth as I poured the tequila onto his stomach, watching as it ran over the sides of him. I licked the salt from his chest and quickly chased the liquor across his firm, sculpted abs. My hands on his strong pecs, I kept licking and sucking on his rippling stomach muscles, loving how it felt, until I couldn’t resist any longer.

  Taking his cock in my hand again, I caressed his soft tip with my velvet tongue, making him shudder, then I took him into my hot mouth, making him moan aloud. I sucked him, relishing the feel of him on my tongue, stifling tiny giggles as he twitched in my mouth, and loving the faint, clean taste of him. I could finish him now, I found myself thinking He’s completely under my control. I could blow his mind, rock his world, drink him all down, and make him never, ever forget me. It was crazy, but the sense of power was really turning me on.

  “Sarah,” he groaned, pulling himself back and away from me. “I can’t take anymore. I have to fuck you, right now!”

  I wanted to tell him I didn’t care, but he was up and on me again before I could blink. He lifted me easily to the back of the bar, propping me on it as we sent bottles flying and crashing on the floor. Our lips locked together as I felt the tip of him pushing at my slick hole once more. With my butt on the bar, he was at the perfect height. Without another word, he lunged into me with force enough to make me cry out. He held me there, twitching and throbbing inside me as my soft walls enclosed him fully, quivering and delicately massaging his staff, sending small thrills of pleasure through us both.

  “You feel so good, baby,” he whispered. “I love fucking you.”

  “And I love when you fuck me,” I managed to breathe back. He smiled at me, then quickly pulled back and thrust himself deep inside me once more.

  “Oh!” I cried. “Oh my God! That’s so good!” I didn’t know where these words were coming from, but I couldn’t stop them as he began pounding into me, driving my tortured pussy crazy with lust. His hands were all over my tits, while I gripped his neck, his back, his ass. I could feel my orgasm rushing back toward me, speeding closer with every push. So close… so close… so close…

  He rammed himself into me again and again, I felt my senses explode as my whole body suddenly convulsed in ecstasy. I couldn’t move, except to dig my nails into his flesh. I couldn’t breathe, apart from when screaming out his name. And I couldn’t feel anything, save the eruptions of pleasure that grew even more intense with every urgent penetration. I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. Then, somewhere, deep, deep down, I felt Marcus tense, stop, grow even larger and harder within my tight sheath, then suddenly unload shot after shot of hot, thick come inside me, letting out a long, breathless groan as he did, before collapsing into my breasts.

  After a few moments of panting, we were laying down on the floor behind the bar. Marcus lay on his back while I scooched in beside him, tracing lazy shapes in the shining beads of sweat that gathered on his chest.

  “Well, I don’t believe no one heard that,” Marcus offered, at length.

  “Are you serious?” I sat up on my elbow. I felt like I should be mad, or embarrassed, or something. Only my nerves felt so alive, my skin sang softly, and my pussy throbbed soothingly, which made it hard to actually care.

  “Relax, beautiful,” he said quietly. “No one’s come to find us. I think we’re okay.”

  “What about the mess here? The broken glass…?”

  “I’ll clear it up after I’ve got you into bed.”

  “Oh no, really?” I protested. “I don’t think I could go again, not for a while.”

  Marcus chuckled, “I meant I would take you back in your room.”

  Chapter Nine

  After we struggled into whatever clothes we could find, Marcus walked me quietly back to my room. We kissed like teenagers as the elevator rode up to the fourth floor, before walking arm in arm down the corridor to my door.

  “You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful.” he whispered, kissing me gently again. I melted into him, trying to feel him against every part of my body. “I can’t believe tomorrow is your last night.”

  “I’d forgotten,” I moaned, keeping my head against his chest.

  “Let me see you again tomorrow night? For dinner?” he asked.

  “Okay,” I smiled. We kissed again, deeply and passionately enough to awaken that familiar feeling in my loins. I could feel him firming up again, too. Would it be so terrible if we just did it once more, fast and dirty, against my bedroom door? Surely Ruby wouldn’t mind? In fact, I had a feeling she’d be quite proud. A noise further down the corridor broke us apart. “Night,” I whispered, still leaning against his chest. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was again, as I ducked into my room.

  It was dark and Ruby was snoring softly once more. I crept into the bathroom, careful not to turn on the light until I’d shut the door and, moments later, crept out and slipped into my bed. Maybe it was all the unexpected exercise, maybe it was the full, satisfied numbness I felt, but I fell into a deep sleep within seconds.

  I awoke the next morning to find the room bathed in bright sunlight, and quite empty. Wondering where Ruby was, I threw on my robe and stepped out onto the balcony, into the warm morning air. The sun felt wonderful on my skin and the warm ocean breeze blew softly through my sleep-tousled hair. One more day, I thought. One more night here, that’s all. Part of me was excited, itching to get back home and see my children. However, I couldn’t come to terms with how I felt about leaving this island and never seeing Marcus again. I would miss him. I would miss his body, miss the way he made me feel desirable and miss the sex. But it was just sex. It was hard to feel nothing for him, but I had to admit there wasn’t much to our relationship beyond hanging out and bringing each other to orgasm.

  And, just as I would miss waking up to a view of the beach and the constant, soothing crashing of the ocean, I felt like he would be better as a beautiful memory than a permanent part of my life.

  A door opening behind me brought my attention back to the present. I turned to see all three girls coming into the room.

  “Hey, hey!” cried Daphne. “She’s awake.”

  I smiled at them as they joined me on the balcony and put down bags on the glass patio table.

  “We brought you some breakfast,” said Ruby with a smile. The three ladies sat down on the chairs that surrounded the small table. I joined them, suddenly wondering about something.

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s nearly twelve, darling,” announced May. “We thought you might nap the day away.”

  “Here,” offered Daphne, “We brought coffee and these Arepas. They’re like breakfast burritos. There is bacon and egg, plus ham and cheese.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Yeah, we decided to let you sleep,” said May, helping herself to one of the coffees, “While we went for a walk.”

  “Then we figured you might be hungry,” added Ruby. “I know I’d be wiped out and in need of some carbs if I’d enjoyed a night like that – ow!” She stared at May, rubbing her arm where her friend had smacked her. “Why does everyone keep whacking me?”

  “What is she talking about?” I asked, feeling a heat rise in my cheeks.

  “Put it this way,” Daphne said with a grin. “I’d never have suspected you’d be quite so… vocal.”
r />   “What are you saying? You heard me?”

  “Darling,” May put a hand on my knee, “I think the whole resort probably heard you.”

  I was so embarrassed. “Oh my God!”

  “Don’t worry about it, baby,” Ruby whispered. “No one could see you. We tried! Oh, and tell Marcus, congrats on the staying power.”

  “I can’t believe it,” I groaned. “I’m mortified. How can I show my face downstairs?”

  “Don’t worry,” Ruby consoled her. “All anyone heard was some shameless slut getting her brains banged out.”

  “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I couldn’t help smiling as my best friend teased me.

  “The point is, darling,” May calmly said, “No one has any idea whose voice they heard. Now eat up and get dressed, we’re going shopping.”

  “Yeah,” said Daphne. “You’re fine. As long as there aren’t any cameras…”

  I could do nothing but accept what had happened. It’s funny. I found myself thinking after a while. Five days ago, I’d have locked myself away forever if something like that had happened. Hell, with Josh I’d never have been screaming in pleasure in the first place, let alone with people to hear me. I guess I really am loosening up.

  My thoughts gave me some comfort and, when we were all ready and headed down to the lobby, I walked out among my friends with my head held high. Part of me was still petrified to speak, in case someone recognized my voice, and I still felt that everyone I locked eyes with; a guest, a cleaner, the girl at checkout, they all knew what I’d been doing last night and for exactly how long.

  Tall, dark, and handsome Nicholaas was waiting for us with the resort’s courtesy bus. He quickly ferried us to the authentic shopping quarter of Oranjestad and promised to be back in two hours. I doubted the ‘authentic’ claim of the place. The tall, ornate Dutch colonial buildings were painted in bright pastel blues, pinks and yellows that were typical of the island, but everything appeared a little too new and shiny. And I doubted that the locals really bought many of the Aruban trinkets and knick-knacks that seemed to be the main stock of almost all the shops.

  As we wandered around the town, we soon discovered it was all like this. Beautiful rows of brightly painted houses were everywhere, Caribbean bands and street performers were on every corner, with funky shops and coffee bars all around. Entertaining ourselves, we chatted with the shop keepers, tried on some of the baseball caps and sunhats they sold and danced along with the music on the streets. Time flew by as we laughed and teased one another. I bought some hand-carved and wonderfully painted wooden toys for the kids; Ruby found a quaint necklace and some earrings made from shells and feathers; May actually bought one of the big sun hats to add to her collection; while Daphne, of course, picked up a set of shot glasses.

  Before long, we were back on the bus and ready to return to relax by the pool one last time. As Ruby collected our key, she was given a message. She passed it over and I felt my heart beat a little faster. It had to be from Marcus and it said two words: Beach. Sundown.

  “So, no Marcus today?” asked Ruby as she and I lay side by side on our recliners. Daphne and May had gone to cool off in the shallow pool behind us.

  I kept my focus out toward the beach. Not because I was shy to talk about Marcus, but because Ruby’s leopard print bikini appeared to be her smallest yet. I had trouble keeping my gaze from wandering and didn’t need the visuals of her nearly naked breasts every time I closed my eyes.

  “Maybe later,” I told her, allowing a little smile to creep onto my lips. “He said something about taking me out to dinner.”

  “Taking you out? Like a real date?” Ruby teased. “That’s real love.”

  “Shut up!”

  “Can I tell you something babes? In all seriousness?” Ruby asked. I could feel her eyes on me, so I nodded. “I love the way you’ve been looking lately. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always gorgeous. It’s just… there’s something else. You look so refreshed and radiant, like you’re glowing. And you’re always smiling.”

  “Thanks, Rube,” I smiled. “I guess it’s the sun and the sea air.”

  “More like all the multiple orgasms, if you ask me.”

  “Well, I didn’t.”

  “But you know I’m right.”

  “Maybe.”

  With an hour to go before sunset, I excused myself and went back to my room to get ready. As he wanted to meet me on the beach, I opted for swimwear. I took a chance on my most revealing red bikini. It was nothing near as extreme as Ruby’s collection, but it pushed my boobs up for some great cleavage, rode very low on my hips, and was cut to show a lot more cheek than usual. I took the most care with my light makeup and getting my hair right. I was almost positive it would be ruined within minutes, but I wanted to look as beautiful as I could for him. I borrowed Ruby’s sheer wrap for warmth and headed downstairs.

  The note wasn’t cryptic, but it wasn’t exactly detailed either. It felt so like him to do something on the resort’s private beach, taking the chance that we just might get spotted. I returned to the pool area as the sun was getting very low in the sky. Daphne, May, and Ruby were sitting on those submerged stools by the wet bar. They smiled, waved, and blew kisses at me as I walked by. I beamed at them, then did a double take before I realized that Daphne’s bronzed Adonis had resurfaced and was now cozying up with her again.

  I stepped out onto the soft sand. It was dry and still warm from baking in the day’s heat. I spotted a silhouette near the waves and, by the broad shoulders and beautiful shape, it couldn’t be anyone but Marcus. As I neared him, he looked up from what he was doing to see me approach. He wore only his shorts and, with the sun turning pink behind him, I couldn’t decide which the most alluring sight was.

  “Wow,” Marcus smiled, “You look amazing.”

  I couldn’t help the smile that played about my lips at his words, or the tingle that ran down my skin to finish between my legs. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

  Marcus had spread out a blanket on the sand, held in place with a small but very sturdy looking wooden table. On the table was wine, three or four dishes of food and fruit, and some glasses. I sat, as Marcus bid me to, and watched the sun sink lower while he fiddled with something for a moment, a few feet from the blanket.

  “Sorry about that,” he smiled as he scrambled back to sit next to me. “You’ll thank me later.” He poured us some wine, leaning in to kiss me before he handed me the glass. Despite the setting sun, it was still so warm out on the beach and I was grateful of the chilled white wine.

  “This is beautiful, Marcus.” I said, clinking his glass. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

  “Well, I can’t take credit for the view,” he grinned, “But I wanted to make your last night memorable.”

  I curled up to him as we watched the amazing colors on the ocean, the sun diving down into it. “I don’t think I’m ever going to forget a single night I’ve spent here with you,” I said, turning to look at his stunning profile. I meant it too, it had been an unforgettable week.

  “I know I won’t,” he said, turning to me as well. We kissed, long and deep. It left me slightly breathless. “What am I going to do without you here?” Marcus asked as we looked back to the sunset.

  “I’m sure you’ll find some pretty young thing to replace me next week,” I answered. I didn’t say it meanly or jealously. It was just true.

  “Maybe,” I heard him smile as he spoke. “She’s going to have to be something very special to have any hope of filling your shoes.”

  “That’s sweet, I guess,” I chuckled.

  He’d brought a small selection of local finger foods, including balchi di pisca, bitterbal, cala, fresh mango and pineapple. We watched the sun disappear completely below the waves, feeding each other slowly with our hands. Soon, it was dark and I could no longer see the table. Marcus pulled a book of resort matches from his pocket and lit them all in order to ignite the two candles on the table.
They didn’t make a huge dent in the blackness.

  “That was a lot of matches for two candles,” I commented. “Weren’t you ever a boy scout?”

  He paused for a second, the book of matches burning bright in his hand, then tossed them idly away. I gasped but, when they hit the ground, a line of flames shot across the sand for a few feet, before it stopped and erupted into a comfortably sized bonfire. I looked back to his handsome face and could see him again, in the flame light. I called him a showoff and he leaned back in to kiss me.

  He gently opened my mouth this time and, as our tongues met, I felt my nerves come alive, my nipples harden, and my pussy grow wet. I didn’t stop him as he peeled off my wrap. He lightly traced his fingertips over my stomach and sides, making me gasp into his mouth. He deftly slid under my bikini top and lifted it over my breasts so he could softly caress the sensitive skin and brush his thumbs across my bullet-hard nipples, making me moan.

  I felt an intense heat of passion run straight to my head. I was almost giddy with the desire to have him inside me, to hold him and possess him, to bring him to his knees. Before I realized what I was doing, I was pressing my lips against him harder, with enough force to get him to back off. I pushed him until he was lying back on the blanket, this huge ex-marine suddenly prostrate before me, then wriggled out of my bikini top before discarding it. He chuckled softly as I began kissing my way down his chest. My pussy was almost dripping with need as I continued lower. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I ripped his shorts open, feeling his rock hard cock bounce up like an excited puppy, thumping into my naked breast.

  “Wow, what did I do to deserve this?” I could hear him smiling. I silenced him by grasping his long shaft, feeling it twitch in my hand. Even after my experiment the previous night, I was sure I never felt him quite this big or this hard.

  I stared up at him, looking into his eyes as I held him throbbing in my hand. I went lower, opening my mouth for him, and let out a moan as he easily slipped past my lips. My tongue slid over every ridge and vein of him, the feeling exciting me even further. I found that each stroke, each lick, and every suck produced a different reaction. I could make him groan, throb, twitch, or cry out at my will, and I liked it.