Two Can Play (Alphachat.com #2)

by Victoria Ashley

  The pressure of his body against mine is so perfectly placed. He lowers himself and unzips my shorts only to run his hands down my legs. “You know these have been driving me crazy since you stepped out of your car at the house. I imagined slipping my finger inside just like this.” He slides his fingers between my legs and slips under the material before slowly pushing one finger inside me.

  I grab his hair and thrust forward as he enters me, feeling him pull my juices to the surface with each move of that single finger.

  That fucking sexy tattooed finger.

  “If you’re sounding like this with my finger, why have you run from me so many times? My dick will feel so much better, I promise.”

  I already know how it feels and that’s exactly why I’ve been leaving. He doesn’t get to know what he does to me though, so I refuse to respond.

  He pulls his finger out, slips my shorts down and then in one swift move he stands with my ass in his hands and glides my back up the door. My legs are over his shoulders and his tongue is buried deep inside me. He steps away from the wall just a little and forces me to wrap myself around him even tighter.

  “Fuck.” It escapes me in a breathy moan, lingering longer than usual. I run my fingers through his thick hair and grip on tight, holding his face against me.

  He moves his head to the side and begins to kiss my inner thigh, lowering me slightly yet holding me in place so he can walk me over to my kitchen bar.

  He sets me down carefully before he lowers his head and licks me some more, working his tongue like fucking magic. His touch is so simple, yet exactly what I crave.

  “In your room?” He licks me even harder, sucking on my clit until I answer.

  “Anywhere is fine . . .” I’m not finished talking before he wraps my legs around his waist and starts walking us to my bed.

  He’s rough with his kisses and even bites me a few times once he lays me down. Each time he sends a pleasure through my body, I try to take it in and send myself to the edge.

  “Not this time. You have to wait on me this time. I know how you are with that running shit and it isn’t happening this time. I’m making sure of it.”

  I grip the blankets and watch him as he lowers his jeans and takes his dick in his hands. He strokes it a few times, before kicking his jeans aside and spreading my legs wide apart.

  Smiling up at him, I reach in the drawer of my nightstand and pull out a condom, keeping my eyes on him, standing there looking so damn sexy.

  He watches me with curious eyes as I rip the wrapper open and struggle to roll the condom on his dick. I don’t think I’ve ever struggled with this before.

  He laughs as the rubber practically strangles his dick. “It’s too small. I have to buy the big ones. Let me get mine.” I watch him reach for his jeans and roll one on like he’s done it a million times. I quickly shift my focus and try not to think about how many times he’s done this.

  He moves me up the bed and crawls in between my legs, his body pressing hard against me as he talks directly in my face. “I don’t give a shit if the entire world saw that we are fucking. You won’t have fuckers in your shop because I’ll personally make it my responsibility to handle security. You’ll have someone there at all times and I’ll even make sure it’s a mean fucker that won’t put up with a thing.” He’s so serious that I don’t dare argue with him about it. It makes me feel relieved to know that someone will be in there.

  I have to admit that I love it when he handles me rough. He does it with such ease that it turns me on to know how strong he is.

  Lifting a brow, he squeezes my hands above my head and slams into me, causing me to scream out from his intrusion. “Now, what were you saying about this being just any old dick?” He thrusts even harder and stops when he’s filled me completely. “I guess I need to remind you just what you’re referring to.” I accept his roughness again and it’s that quick that I’m ready to blow.

  “You’ll quit hiding from the fact that you love how I fuck you. Accept it, just like you accept my dick every time I pound this fucking hungry pussy of yours.”

  I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him still, while taking a few deep breaths. “Fuck, Blaze. Proving that your dick is big is the last thing you need to do.” I grab his hair and yank him down so that I can kiss him. “Getting me to come back for more . . . that’s what you need to work on.”

  I know my words are working him up and that’s exactly what I want to do. With Blaze, I like it rough. I want it to hurt so that I believe that it doesn’t mean anything more than what it is.

  Two people fucking out their frustrations and enjoying each other’s bodies.

  His mouth and hands are all over my body as he pulls me up to straddle him.

  He grinds his hips into me, touching every single spot that makes me go crazy. I can feel every single inch of him this way.

  “Is that right?” he questions next to my ear, before thrusting into me hard and then stopping again. “I’ll be sure to make you see the benefits of coming around me before I leave then.”

  With quickness, he flips my body around, remaining between my legs and again slamming into me.

  I’m left with the sight of his firm ass and thighs as he buries himself deep inside me and fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked.

  “Oh shit . . .” I dig my nails into his strong back and close my eyes, letting his pleasure course through my body.

  I meet his thrusts, just for him to pin me down again and bury his face into my neck, biting me.

  The mixture of his bite and the way that his dick moves inside me, has me coming undone and there’s nothing I can do about.

  “Oh shit . . .” I pant. “Blaze . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . fuck.”

  He continues to move inside my sensitive pussy, pushing me even further over the edge, until I’m coming undone from another orgasm, holding onto him for dear life.

  I’ve never come more than once within in a few minutes with anyone other than him, but the way he moves inside of me, rotating his hips, hits a spot each time that I can’t control. He seems to do this, every fucking time we have sex.

  He smiles against my lips and stills his hips, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath. “Think you can hold on enough for me to prove that point?” he asks with a cocky smirk.

  Turning red with embarrassment, I slap his chest. “Oh, I know I can.”

  He picks me up and grips my ass, holding me in the air as he pulls out and thrusts back into me over and over again.

  His eyes meet mine, so I hold his gaze for as long as I can, before I force myself to turn away the second my heart skips a beat.

  I don’t think I’ve ever really noticed how beautiful his eyes were until now.

  Dammit, Karma. What the fuck.

  Holding on tightly, I dig my nails into his back as he thrusts into me once more, pushing in as deep as he can. I have no choice but to still any movements as he releases his hot come into the condom, not bothering to pull out.

  “Holy fuck!” he growls out. “I’m telling you . . .” he smirks. “Your pussy was made just for me. Not for that asshole ex of yours. If he wants to argue, I’ll prove it to him.”

  “Is that right?” I bounce down on his dick, making him cuss and grip my hair. He’s so damn sure of himself. “Oh . . . a little sensitive?”

  “Karma . . .” he warns.

  Ignoring him, I wrap my arms around his neck and ride him as if my life depends on it.

  I ride him hard and fast, biting his bottom lip, until I feel his come filling the condom again.

  “Ready to accept that I’ve proven my point yet?” he pants as I slowly move on him. “Fuck! I love that you’re riding my dick like you can’t stay off of it.”

  I smile proudly. “Looks like you’re not the only one good at giving orgasms.”

  Before he gets too comfortable, I slide down his body and start reaching for his clothes. “Get dressed and help me with this damn chair.”

  Shit .
. . did he ever prove his point. Not that he needed to. I was already crazy about what he does to me.

  LUCA HAS BEEN WITH THE house for almost a week now and he’s pulling in more calls than some of the guys that have been here for months.

  It only took him a couple calls to get the hang of it, but he’s been blowing it up since then and loving it.

  Lynx thought it’d be a good idea to throw another mansion party and show Luca the crazy shit that goes down around here. He hasn’t had his proper welcoming yet.

  We’re just waiting on Luca to come up with a theme so we can get the invitations out.

  “Holy fuck,” Luca pops his head into my room, sounding out of breath. “This is insane. I get to invite any ten girls that I want this weekend?”

  I take a minute to finally look at Luca to see that he’s running around in a pair of briefs, still hard from his last show. “You haven’t worked that shit out yet, bro?” I laugh as he pushes down on his erection and walks farther into my room.

  “Only fucking five times so far today.” He holds up his right hand as if he has a cramp. “Shit. I’m not as good with my left. I’m gonna need more practice.”

  “I heard you already got asked to do a call with Rome. You comfortable jerking off next to another dude?”

  I look my twin over and can see where we’re different. I’ll jerk my shit anywhere in front of anyone. I’m not ashamed.

  He looks hesitant, but quickly covers it up with a smartass remark just like I would.

  “And show him up with my huge cock.” He walks over and grabs my favorite pair of jeans from the pile of clothes that I still haven’t put away yet. “Looks like we have the same taste in more than just women. I’ll be borrowing these.”

  “Yeah, but those jeans will be the only thing you’re borrowing, brother. So enjoy, fucker.” I stand up as he slips into my jeans. “They look good on us.”

  “I know, right? They really accentuate the important things in life. I think I’ll wear these for my last call tonight.”

  “Don’t jerk your dick in my jeans!” I yell after him as he takes off in my expensive ass jeans. The dick is lucky he’s my twin and that the jeans look good on him. Or else I’d take the fuckers back.

  When I get downstairs, Levi and Nash are both doing calls, but in separate rooms.

  Levi has one hand down the front of his low hanging jeans, talking dirty to one of his callers. He nods at me as I pass, then goes right back to taking demands from his caller.

  Nash tilts his hat at me from the kitchen, while holding his damn dick in the other as I pass by.

  The things these women request to see never seem to surprise me.

  I’ve been asked to do my show in the kitchen plenty of times because the women think having a man in the kitchen is extremely hot and a turn on.

  Some women just like the idea of the living room and other random places in the house, because it’s a public fucking show. Public sells.

  They like the idea that other Alphas are walking around the house possibly catching glimpses of their call. It’s a turn on to them.

  When I walk out back, Rome is sitting in front of his laptop looking stressed the fuck out.

  “What’s up, man? Everything good?”

  He looks up at me, while pulling his hair back and I can see just how tired he is. “I’m good. Just overbooked for the week and my dumbass had the bright idea of taking on more clients. I haven’t slept in over thirty hours and haven’t had pussy in over ten days.”

  “Let me know if you need any rescheduled and Rebel can take care of it. Don’t break your dick trying to take on every request.” I smile knowing he’s looking burnt out and needs a little encouragement. We’ve all been there. “You need that shit. You’re one of the top demands of the Alpha House right now. Don’t let me down, fucker.”

  He closes down his laptop. “Nah, I’m good. I have a few hours before my next call. I’m getting my dick some much needed action and then crashing the hell out while I can.”

  “Sounds like a good idea, man. Gotta break in some of those toys and shit.”

  I hear a car pull up and Rome moves quickly. “There’s my pussy call. Talk to you later, brother.” He moves in a hurry and I know not to hold him back.

  His urgency has me thinking of my own. A week is a long fucking time for me. I don’t have a call for another two hours so I decide to pay Karma a surprise visit.

  Charlie greets me when I get to the shop and then watches me with a humorous smile as I let myself into Karma’s room without asking.

  It takes a few seconds for Karma to realize that I’m here. She’s working a piece on some dude’s thigh.

  “Do I need to start locking my door?” she questions with a small smile that she’s trying to hide. “I don’t need any distractions right now, Blaze. I’m sorta busy as you can see. It’s called knocking. Do it next time.”

  I take a seat on a stool and flash her a sexy grin, knowing that it’ll soften her up a bit. “Hey, I can’t help it if my good looks are a distraction.” She looks up at me. “Don’t watch me. I’m just gonna sit back here and look good and try not to stroke my cock to watching you tattoo, looking sexy as fuck as you concentrate.”

  She growls and shakes her head. “Dammit, Blaze. Don’t fuck with me. This is a first timer. I need to make a good impression.”

  The client doesn’t even know I’m here because he’s rocking out with some headphones on, facing the other direction.

  “You’re sexy as hell with that tattoo gun in your hand. When are you going to tat me up, naked?”

  She clenches her jaw and pretends that my words aren’t affecting her, but I can tell by her breathing that I’m working her up.

  “We can see how good you can tattoo through an orgasm as my dick is buried in that sweet little pussy, filling you.”

  “Blaze!” She shoots me a hard look and then goes back to trying to concentrate on her tattoo, but she can’t seem to keep her eyes off of me. “One more word and I’ll tattoo your dick in your sleep.”

  “You’ll have a lot of canvas then.”

  “Don’t you have a call to take or something? I’m busy, Blaze.”

  I stand up and walk around, Karma’s eyes instantly zoning in on my obvious erection.

  “Not for a couple of hours.” I grab my dick and rub it through my jeans. “Need my help with anything? I’ll be glad to help.”

  “You just never stop, do you?” She laughs.

  “I can stop . . . if you want me to.”

  Her eyes look up to lock on mine, but she quickly looks back down.

  She doesn’t respond to that, so I sit back down and watch her in silence, until she’s done with her client.

  After she sends him off to find Charlie at the desk, she walks back into the room and shuts the door behind her.

  Before she can say anything, I grip her hips and back her up against the wall. “I want you to be my guest at the party this weekend.” I squeeze her hips and grin. “I can show you all of the rooms that we’re going to fuck in.”

  “I bet you’d love that.” Her hand slides down the front of my body, stopping on my dick. “Maybe I’m busy this weekend.”

  I look down at her hand and then back up at her with a cocky grin. “I could show you now. Keep testing me. I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry your ass out of here.”

  “Uhh . . . Karma.” Charlie opens the door and pokes her head in. “Your next client is here.”

  “Give me two minutes and then send them in.” She presses her hands against my chest and pushes me away. “I’m cleaning up now.”

  “Got it, boss.” Charlie winks at me and disappears. Even she can see how much Karma wants my dick right now.

  I watch Karma as she walks away and starts preparing for her next client. She wants to play it off as if she doesn’t want to come this weekend, but fuck that shit. Her games won’t work on me.

  “See you this weekend. I’ll send your official invitation toni
ght.”

  I open the door and she turns around to look at me. “And if I don’t accept?”

  “You will.” I wink and let myself out, leaving her worked up and most likely thinking about all the things I’ll do to her this weekend.

  After the way she grabbed my dick . . . I’ll be surprised if she can wait ’til this weekend.

  AFTER BLAZE LEFT, MY CONCENTRATION was shit. All I could think about was wanting to rip those jeans down his thighs and tattooing his beautiful body.

  The idea of tattooing, naked, has never sounded so damn appealing until I pictured doing it with him.

  He knew that stopping in here would get my mind on him and it worked. He got what he wanted, because I’m half tempted to show up at the house tonight and let him see what it feels like to be distracted from work.

  “You taking off early?” Charlie asks with a grin, while watching me clean up.

  “Why would I?”

  “Oh don’t play stupid. You’ve been talking about Blaze and his call that should be happening any minute, ever since he walked out that damn door.”

  “I have one more client tonight. I can’t just leave.” I point out the obvious and try to pretend I’m not thinking about him.

  “Actually, your last client just canceled. So . . . yeah you can. Go and show this Blaze guy that two can play. You’re done here. I can take care of the rest. There’s enough hot security outside to help me if I need it. I’m liking this new setup.” She grins.

  I have to turn away quickly because I can’t help but to smile when I think of the ways that I can torment him while he works. The thought has me feeling ecstatic as I finish cleaning up my work room and prepare for tomorrow.

  He’s so damn confident. I’ve never found that so attractive on a man before. Normally, I want to knock them down a level, but with him, he just knows how to get to me. He has the confidence, but I can feel that he’s so much more than all of that. His persistence is getting to me.