Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

  I grinned, glad to have him close to me.

  “No, not really,” I explained. “It’s all a jumble of memories. I must have been too young.”

  He murmured something under his breath and shook his head.

  “Does that make you sad?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I don’t feel anything about it, really.”

  I rinsed the next bowl and handed it directly to him.

  “It just is what it is. My parents have given me a nice home and a decent life. Sure, they are a little stricter than I could like, and sometimes their words sting, but they love me. They did their best to raise me.”

  Mason nodded as he dried the next bowl. We worked silently for a moment. I loved working with him; it came so easily. We finished up the dishes I brought down.

  “Grab your bowl, if you’re done,” I told him.

  Mason did as I suggested. He slurped down the rest of his soup as he walked back towards me, but he didn’t take the same spot at my side. Instead, he came up behind me and pressed his strong body into my back.

  His hands wrapped around my sides. The bowl slipped from his grip and into the soapy water.

  My breath caught. Mason pulled my hair to one shoulder and put his lips to my neck. His arms wound their way around my waist, and he held me.

  I leaned back against him and enjoyed his warmth.

  “Celeste,” he breathed into my hair. “What about a husband?”

  My whole body froze.

  Did he really just ask that?

  Goosebumps rose on my skin and I couldn’t breathe.

  “Will your parents let me marry you, since I am outside of your religion?”

  Tears sprang to my eyes. This had to be a dream.

  Did he really just bring up marriage?

  We just met. But I already knew what my answer would be if he asked formally. It was the strangest thing, but I felt drawn to him from the moment I saw him—in a way that I never had been drawn to anyone else.

  Not just because I was a virgin wanting experience and rarely had any opportunity to gain any. No—it was something fiercely primal.

  “Do you want that?” I stuttered. “Do you want to marry me?”

  Mason didn’t say the words, but he nodded with his head against mine.

  “I want you,” he whispered. “Forever.”

  My brain short circuited and panic set in. This was all happening so fast. I didn’t want to be naïve. It seemed too good to be true.

  I pulled out of his arms and backed up a bit, leaning into the counter.

  “I…” I started, but no other words would come out of my throat.

  Mason took in my panic and looked at me lovingly. His chocolate chip colored eyes were warm. A slight smile pulled his lips up.

  He reached forward, putting one hand on my shoulder and the other grasped my jaw.

  “Oh, Honey,” he said. “I’ve moved too fast. Let’s put that discussion on the shelf for now and we will talk about it again when you are ready. Okay, Baby?”

  I nodded.

  My face was warm, there were tears in my eyes, and my body was frozen in place. I couldn’t move or think. This was all so wonderful. It was overwhelming.

  “Don’t pull away from me, Celeste,” Mason begged. “I couldn’t stand that. I’m sorry I brought up something so serious so soon. Let’s just relax.”

  He dropped his hands from me and moved back to the sink. He washed his bowl and dried it quickly.

  I took the moment to get myself together and made sure I could breathe again. Suddenly, the distance between us was unbearable. I crossed the kitchen and threw my arms around his neck.

  Mason smiled down at me.

  Then he kissed me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Celeste

  I had kissed Mason maybe three times before and I loved every second of it, but now I was ready for more. My pussy ached from the encounter in the woods earlier in the evening and I was done with going slow.

  The time had come, and I was going to lose my virginity tonight. It was fitting, since it was almost Valentine’s Day. Some would even say it was romantic.

  My fingers wound into Mason’s brown waves and I pulled his mouth down closer to me. My tongue parted his lips and sought his, twisting and turning around it.

  I kissed him desperately. My desire took over, causing my lips to press into his, hard. I sucked his tongue, telling him—displaying to him—that I could do that to his dick, and I wanted to.

  I could feel the breath go out of his lungs for just a second as he adapted to my surprise attack. But Mason rebounded quickly. One strong hand grabbed my hair and twisted his fingers in it deeply. The other pressed into the small of my back; pushed me to his body, chest to chest, groin to groin.

  He guided me, as if we were dancing, and shoved me up against the kitchen counter. I was trapped between his large, muscular body and the cabinets behind me. But I didn’t mind. I loved the feeling and pulled him closer into my arms.

  My hands were everywhere at once. For a second, they were buried in this hair. Then they moved to his broad, strong shoulders and gripped them tightly. Finally, they flowed down his strong chest, over rounded, hard pecs, to the top of his stomach, where his abs rose up beneath my fingers.

  They felt as good as I had imagined they would. No, they felt even better. Mason was strong and powerful, and he wanted me. The very idea made my breath catch.

  Mason guided me back further. He grabbed my hips and raised me up until my butt slid onto the kitchen counter.

  My legs, free of my weight, wound around his waist, right at the edge of his pants, and pulled him closer, until our crotches met. Only pieces of fabric separated our sex. Suddenly, I wanted that fabric gone.

  I broke our urgent kissing and pulled the t-shirt he was wearing over his head. His skin beneath was a light shade of tan, which I expected, but the scars, I did not.

  His beautifully sculpted torso was crisscrossed with red angry tares. I touched one gently and looked up at his face.

  Mason smiled. His cheeks were pink, so he was slightly embarrassed. Taking the hand that was touching the damaged flesh, he brought it to his lips. He kissed and sucked each one of my fingers.

  “Life on the streets is hard, Celeste,” he told me, after a breath. “I hope you do not find me ugly.”

  I shook my head and put my hand back to his chest.

  “Oh no, I think you’re incredibly sexy.”

  My voice choked a little over the words.

  I had never said something so bold to a man before.

  “I like your body—scars and all.”

  His smile was wide and beautiful, and he ducked his head quickly to hide it from me. My words had made him feel good. I was pleased.

  “I like your body, too,” he told me, pulling the neck of my sweater to the side and kissing the bare skin of my shoulder. “I like it a little too much.”

  To emphasize his point, he pushed his crotch towards mine again. I shuttered at the feeling of it. His cock was hardening in his pants. It was raised up and fighting to be free of its confines.

  Mason kissed my neck and I leaned into him. His lips drew tingles to my skin. It was like a series of delightful shivers that shot all the way through my body and ended up warming my pussy.

  My panties were damp already. I needed him and soon, but I also needed to tell him how inexperienced I was.

  I pulled back a bit and looked at him in the face.

  “I need to tell you something, but I want to do something first.”

  His eyebrows went up in confusion and his mouth opened a little.

  I grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. Topless, with my breasts trapped in their bra, my ample cleavage was visible. Mason’s eyes drank in the sight. I felt him get even harder.

  Resolved that this was the best way to get what I wanted, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. It came free and my heavy breasts dropped. They shook and jiggled a bit. Mason wa
s panting with the sight. His hands inched towards my flesh.

  I took a breath and let him know my truth, “Mason, I’m a virgin.”

  My admission had the reaction I expected. He stopped in his tracks. His face was still sick with desire, but his mind held his hands back.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  His tone of voice sounded very confused. He frowned but his eyes were still glued to the sight of my breasts.

  “No, I want you to take me. Now,” I explained. “Please don’t deny me this. I am determined.”

  “If you are sure…”

  He leaned in and kissed me again.

  Mason’s whole body shook. Lust had him wound tighter than a spring. He didn’t say how honored he was for such a gift and I was fine with that. It was enough to know that he wanted me so bad. As badly as I wanted him.

  His bare hands slid around my breasts, warm and firm. His skin was rough from the way he lived, but I didn’t care. It made him seem even more manly.

  He squeezed and pulled. He brought them up to his mouth and kissed them both. Then his thumbs started to massage my nipples. They were hard and got harder under his touch.

  They were so sensitive that they almost burned. He licked one and the sensation of his wet tongue sent shivers throughout my core.

  I moaned and threw my head back.

  Mason gripped my breasts tighter and sucked a nipple into his mouth. It was a mix of wet and warm, like nothing I had felt before. It felt wonderful as the insides of his cheeks pulled and caressed my sensitive bud.

  It made me feel good all over. Like my nipples were directly connected to my pussy, which clenched and ached to be penetrated.

  I brought my hands down from his hair and pawed at my skirt. I needed it gone. My fingers working on feeling alone, I found the button and popped it. The zipper slid down under my hands, and I pushed at the waist.

  Mason never moved away from sucking my tits. I shimmied my hips and pushed the fabric to the floor. Just my white panties covered me now.

  Next, I unbuttoned his jeans. The zipper was harder to pull; they were tight with his cock trapped beneath the fabric. When I got it loose, the fabric of his boxers—and the bulge beneath—pressed into my hand.

  My breath caught. The dick hidden under that little layer of cotton was bigger than I was expecting. Tentatively, I reached out again and ran my hand along it. It was soft and rock hard at the same time, in a way I had never felt before.

  The length was longer than my stretched-out hand. Much longer.

  Mason took his hands from my breasts and pulled his jeans down fully. He leaned down to get the fabric off his feet and pulled his boxers down, too.

  He was nude when he stood up. It was before me. Ten full inches of cock, thicker than a jar of jam.

  Oh my God!

  How in the hell was that going to fit inside me?

  It scared me and thrilled me at the same time.

  My panties were wet, and my mouth watered.

  He watched my eyes take in the sight of him, and gently placed his hand on the monster in front of him. He stroked it a bit, pulling the skin back from the head, aiming it right at me.

  My hips bucked towards him in response. I eyed all of his body greedily. Part of me wanted to cross my legs and clamp them shut—but not all of me, only the part of me that had been raised and trained to be good. The lusty part of my brain pulled my legs wide.

  I pushed myself forward till my butt was at the very edge of the counter. My thumbs wove through the hem of my white panties. I pulled them down off my legs and threw them to the floor.

  Spread wide, I showed Mason all of me. I showed him that I was ready, and I was.

  He smiled and pumped his cock with his hand. He liked the sight of my pussy, I could tell. I kept my legs wide as he stepped between them. With one hand on his cock, he traced the other over one of my breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  “Just relax, Honey,” he told me. “This will hurt a bit but if you just keep calm, it was start to feel wonderful.”

  He brought his hand down, sliding from my breast to my thighs and then tracing a finger through my folds. He tested my wetness and slipped one finger inside my pussy. My virgin pussy twitched around him. The movement of his single finger was enough to make me moan. Having a man touch me gently was more than I had ever known.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Every part of you is perfect.”

  He slid his finger out of me, and I almost cried at the empty feeling it left behind. Bringing it to his lips, he licked it, tasting my juices.

  “Mmmhmm,” he moaned. “You’re sweet, too. If I wasn’t so ready to get my dick inside you, I would eat you right up.”

  My skin prickled with his words. I never had anyone eat my pussy, either. I wanted that too, but first I wanted cock.

  “Take me now,” I moaned, leaning back with my hands on the counter and thrusting my hips at him. “I need you.”

  Mason pushed his cock forward and guided it up and down along my slit. When it was covered in my juices, he put it right at my entrance and took a deep breath.

  “Celeste.”

  I looked up into his loving eyes.

  “I want you to tell me if I am going too fast. Promise me.”

  I nodded.

  The fat, rounded tip of his cock pushed into me. It spread my pussy walls apart and there was a slight sting as it ripped my hymen. But the sting was quickly replaced with waves of pleasure as Mason pushed in deeper.

  Inch after inch of his cock disappeared into me. I watched, hot with desire and fascination. My pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, a feeling that brought its own kind of pleasure. With Mason’s cock inside me, I felt full—full in an entirely new way.

  He stopped about halfway in and started to pull out. It was tantalizingly slow. My pussy walls and lower lips argued; they gripped at him and begged him to come back, but the friction of his movement was wonderful. Every nerve inside me hummed.

  He pushed in again, this time moving a bit deeper, and then pulled back out. My juices followed, lubing us both. We were wet, and warm, and joined together in the very best way possible.

  “I’m going in all the way this time,” he cautioned, and I nodded my approval. I was ready to feel his full length.

  He pushed in, deeper and deeper, sliding his thick cock into me until his balls hit up against my ass cheeks. I took him all, gripped him inside me.

  I felt the pressure of him stretching my walls and bumping against my cervix. I moved my hips just slightly, which caused his dick to shift from side to side.

  “Oh God,” he grunted. “You are so tight.”

  I leaned forward and put my arms around his shoulders, pulling his chest against mine.

  “I love the feel of you inside me,” I told him. “You’re so big.”

  Mason cupped his hands under my butt. He jiggled his hips and started to slide in and out of me faster. I held onto his shoulders, my whole body bumping with his.

  His cock pulled and pushed at my pussy walls, causing them to ache and tighten. My legs cramped around his waist, each muscle becoming tense with pleasure.

  He buried his face in my chest, licked and sucked at my breasts until he caught a nipple. The force and wetness of his mouth clamped on my nipple sent me over the edge.

  The tension in my body crested like a wave and then released with a cluster of tingles. My head swam, light-headed and dizzy. I came; my pussy clamping and pulsing around Mason’s long cock.

  “Oh God,” he grunted, as my slit milked him.

  His hips slammed into mine. I felt his cock swell, pushing my pussy walls further and then he came.

  Suddenly, my womb was warmer and wetter as his cock spurted his seed into me. He kept thrusting, pushing it deep inside me and came more. I could feel the blasts of his cock. I could feel the cum hit my walls and coat them. It was all wonderful.

  I grunted and panted, still bouncing on his straining cock.
Grabbing at his broad shoulders, I wouldn’t let him pull out. I pushed his hips against mine, keeping him buried within, keeping his cum inside me, and pushing myself to another orgasm.

  “Yes!” I squealed as I came again.

  Mason, dizzy with aftershocks, leaned forward on top of me. My back pushed into the counter and we stayed like that—in a jumbled mess of limbs and love. He stayed nestled inside me for as long as he could.

  When he finally stepped back and left me empty, I was sad. Part of me was satiated, but not all. I wanted to do it again.

  I had been wanting to lose my virginity for a long time. Sex was wonderful and I wasn’t done with it.

  Mason gave me a sleepy smile. He leaned against the island and rested. I hopped off the counter and caught myself when my legs were a bit like jelly. Once I was stable, I grabbed Mason’s big hand and pulled him towards the front of the store.

  “Let’s re-inflate that air mattress before you fall asleep,” I told him.

  He nodded.

  I pulled the tired boy along with me, but I had no intention of letting him sleep.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mason

  My arm was on the cold floor, but I couldn’t move it. Celeste’s head was pillowed on it. Her eyes were shut tightly, and I could hear her breath flowing gently in and out of her slightly parted mouth.

  She was angelic in her sleep. Her round face looked so peaceful and serene. Her soft eyelids moved a tad as she dreamt, and her lips puckered just a bit.

  She was too cute, and I couldn’t resist. Leaning forward, I pulled her to me and put my lips to hers. My kiss roused her, and she woke with a little twitch. The most beautiful eyes met mine and she gave me a sleepy smile.

  She pulled back and stretched her slender arms towards the ceiling.

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  I glanced at the clock on the wall.

  “Four-thirty.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned as she stretched further. “I need to get upstairs and take a shower.”

  Not ready to be free of her, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back down to the slowly deflating air mattress. She giggled a bit as her back hit the floor.