Bad Boy Alphas Collection

by Vienna Vixen

  He began to expertly tease my nub by moving backwards and forward, in and out, side to side until I was practically panting with desire. When I tried to shift to get more friction, he stopped. I whimpered in the back of my throat as my breathing came out in short hard gasps.

  “Say it,” he said, his voice deliciously low and inviting.

  “I don’t know how to say it,” I confessed as my hair fell forward to hide my face.

  “Yes, you do,” he encouraged. “You know what it’s going to take me for me to give you what you so desperately crave.”

  He placed both hands around my hips to keep them in place as he began to run his engorged member over my skin always stopping short of where I wanted him to be. I squirmed against his grip, but he was having none of it.

  “I want you,” I insisted. “You know that I do.”

  “How do you want me? Do you want it nice and slow, or as I predicted earlier rough and hard? Because I have a feeling you want my dick rammed so deep inside of you that you’ll be able to feel my balls pressed up against you.”

  I gulped. “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  I took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “You want me to what? I didn’t catch that.”

  I knew he was testing me, teasing me into admitting that he was right, but I didn’t care. At that moment, I just wanted him inside of me.

  “I want you to fuck me hard and fast then I want to ride that dick,” I said, clearly surprising myself with how bold and confident I sounded.

  He buried his fingers in my hair and gently yanked my hair back. “Yes, baby.”

  He slowly eased himself into me as my body twitched and expanded in order to fit him. I froze as I felt a slight twinge of pain, but I persevered through it until he was completely in.

  Derek held himself completely still with one hand on my back, and the other went back to playing with my breasts. He began to ease in and out of me slowly, warming me up, but when I started grinding my hips backwards, his long and smooth thrusts increased causing us both to grunt and moan at the contact.

  He felt amazing all the way up inside of me, and I clenched my legs around him as I tried to ride out the feeling. His hand stopped playing with my breast and reached down to vigorously rub my nub causing noises I’d never heard myself make escape my lips.

  My eyes squeezed shut as I focused on reaching the edge of that cliff before I tumbled off. My hand reached back and began to claw at his back while the sound of his ragged breathing filled my ears. It sounded like music to me, and I was delighted that he was just as affected as I was.

  I remained stubbornly close to the edge, but unable to go through despite my best protests, so Derek leaned in and began to nibble on my earlobe while his hand moved in time with his thrusts.

  “I know you’re so close, baby, I can feel it. Your wet pussy is just begging me for it, so I want you to cum, okay? I want you to let it go and cum all over me.”

  I let out a huge moan as Derek tightened his grip on my ass. “Cum for me.”

  My orgasm tore through me, exploding in a blinding white light that had my entire body spasming as a scream escaped my lips. I rode out my high as Derek let me finish going unusually quiet in the process.

  Once my body stopped shaking, I spun around and pressed my lips to his for a deep kiss taking advantage of the fact that he was distracted to run my fingers along his hard edge. He snarled into the kiss as we both sank to the floor, our hands exploring each other.

  I’d already had two orgasms, and I still couldn’t seem to get enough. The more I had, the more I wanted, and it had never been like that for me before. I had no idea if this was a normal occurrence for him, but I wasn’t about to ask.

  At first, our naked bodies were pressed against each other as the sweat glistened off of our backs, and we did nothing but kiss gently, our mouths taking the time to explore each other. His hands remained on the small of my back while mine were placed firmly on his shoulder.

  The sense of urgency that had overpowered us before was gone now, and in its stead was the desire to explore slowly, and sensually. He felt firm and hot beneath my fingertips. Actually, hot was an understatement. He was like a furnace.

  “You’re so hot,” I mumbled against the kiss.

  “Right back at you gorgeous,” he muttered.

  I chuckled. “I meant your body temperature.”

  “I didn’t,” he responded smoothly as his hands ran over my back, kneading and plying on the muscles, so that it felt like a massage. I purred as I moved myself closer to him, my body aching in all the right ways.

  “I’m going to give you a full body massage,” he said, quietly as he began to press light kisses all over my neck. “But not here because I plan on taking my sweet time with it.”

  “Something tells me you don’t like to rush things,” I sighed as he pressed on a particularly sore spot.

  “Not if it’s something I really want. I think the wait makes it that much better when I finally get it,” he revealed as his fingers pressed and massaged until the sore area cracked, and my body sagged against the sudden relief that coursed through me.

  “Better?” he questioned as he placed a kiss to the side of my head.

  “Much,” I agreed as I let my head fall into the crook of his neck.

  It was an intimate moment for a different reason. We weren’t going at it this time. We were just enjoying each other’s presence. I listened to the steady rise and fall of his chest as I suddenly became aware of the fact that he was still rock hard.

  I smiled against his neck as I parted my mouth and bit down gently while my fingers stroked him.

  “What are you doing?” His voice sounded unusually strained.

  “Pleasuring you,” I pointed out.

  A grunt escaped his lips as my lips trailed down and flicked over his tip causing it to quiver beneath my touch. He buried his hands in my hair as he massaged my scalp sending delightful shivers throughout my body.

  I took him all the way inside of me as I sucked and licked. He strained to stay in place as his hips bucked convulsively once or twice. My hands traveled to his back and rested on his ass tracing idle patterns there.

  Soon, he gave up all control, and he was pumping himself inside my mouth. I forced myself to open my mouth wider in order to take all of him when suddenly he took himself out and stared at me with blazing eyes.

  “I need to be inside of you,” he exclaimed. I nodded, wiped my hand across my mouth and lowered myself onto him, so that I was riding him cowgirl style.

  “How’s this?” I lowered my lashes as I gazed at him.

  “Fuck,” he cursed as I inched my hips up slowly then slammed down onto him. “Yes, just like that. You look amazing while you’re riding my cock like that. Keep riding it, baby.”

  “Like this?” I began to rotate my hips as his fingers dug into my back, and he began to thrust forward.

  “Yes,” he agreed, hoarsely. “Just like that.”

  “How does it feel?” I asked as I felt myself grow wetter and wetter by the minute.

  “It feels like I’m about to explode. The sight of you on top of me with your gorgeous tits jiggling like that is enough to drive me insane,” he expressed, his voice tainted with desire.

  I began to bounce up and down on him, gasping at how he felt every time he filled me up. His head fell forward, and he buried it in between my breasts. His tongue darted out to lick and suck causing me to throw my head backwards and brace my hands on either side of him.

  I began to pant heavily as I rode him closer and closer to the edge. He lifted himself up, so that he was hitting my sweet spot, and we began to meet each other thrust for thrust. I bit my lip to hold back the moan, but Derek tilted my head forward and planted his gaze firmly on me.

  “Don’t ever do that. Don’t muffle the sounds of your pleasure. I want to hear you scream. I want everybody to hear it and know you’re mine.”

  No sooner had the
words left his lips then I came undone convulsing violently as a load moan escaped my lips. He sealed his lips to mine as he gave one final long thrust before he went absolutely still.

  I collapsed against him as we both dragged our lips away for some much-needed air. We both breathed heavily as we continued to hold each other while we rode out our highs. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, so that my head was in the crook of his neck, and his head was buried in my hair.

  Chapter Five

  “Derek?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’m really enjoying this, and I don’t want to let go,” I admitted, suddenly very shy about what had transpired and unable to meet his gaze as I kept my eyes fastened on the floor.

  As if sensing my hesitance, Derek tilted my chin up and met my gaze squarely as he gave me a small smile. “Me too. You don’t have to be ashamed of what happened, Victoria, or be afraid of it.”

  “I’m not ashamed,” I argued, stubbornly.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Then why are you having a hard time looking at me right now?”

  I stared at him resolutely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Victoria.”

  “Okay, fine. It’s not shame per se—it’s more like embarrassed,” I admitted as I traced random patterns on his back.

  “Embarrassed because?” he prompted as he shifted us, so that I was sitting across his lap. He brushed my hair behind my ear, tossing it over my shoulder, so that he was able to look at my face better.

  “Because I’ve never done anything like that before,” I revealed. “Not just the rough and dirty part, but the fact that it was in my office too.”

  “The office part I can believe. It is where you work after all, and nobody wants to risk their livelihood for a fuck, but the first part, I find that hard to believe,” he said, skeptically.

  “You don’t believe me?” I asked, indignantly.

  “No, I never said that I don’t believe you,” he corrected. “I said I found the fact itself hard to believe not because you’re making it up, but because of what I see before me.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, perplexed as I titled my head and looked at him quizzically.

  “You are a gorgeous woman, Victoria, and you are obviously driven and very good at what you do. You’re brave, and you’ve got a good sense of humor. You’ve also got a good head on your shoulders in addition to being smart,” he pointed out, matter-of-factly.

  It was as if he was discussing the weather the way he rattled off characteristics he believed could be attributed to me.

  “You caught all of this after one night?”

  He gave me a small smile. “You’re not that hard to read, and as I mentioned I like reading people. I’m usually pretty spot on as well.”

  “Hmm, why is that?”

  “I used to work at a repair shop, and on the side, I’d do the odd job here and there. I have a license to fix stuff, so it was mostly construction work around the house, small jobs really, and the occasional plumbing.”

  “Do you have a plumber’s crack?” I teased.

  His chest rumbled with laughter. “I’m not sure, but I just might. God knows enough women have pretended to drop something just to have the chance to pinch my ass.”

  My mouth fell open in shock. “Just like that? That’s very brazen of them.”

  “Just like that. Now don’t get me wrong, I like a woman who can make the first move, but sometimes I just wanted to do my job,” he explained as he gave me a wolfish grin. “It became hard to do that when they weren’t taking the work seriously and would call me to fix shit that didn’t even need fixing.”

  “Oh, you poor thing,” I said, sarcastically. “Woman throwing themselves at your feet left and right. Oh, the horror. However did you handle it?”

  “It is my cross to bear,” he said as he nodded sagely. “Mostly I handled it by playing video games.”

  “What? I’m confused.”

  “Exactly.”

  “No, seriously. I’m confused.”

  He leaned over and tweaked my nose surprising both himself and me. He hastily pulled his finger back as he coughed to hide his discomfort.

  Derek Powell was a man of many qualities, but he was obviously not used to intimacy that wasn’t sexual in nature. Or maybe he just didn’t know how to handle it.

  Regardless of the reason, he was a natural, and it seemed like second nature to him. It made me wonder how it was possible to have two very different sides like that existing in the same body.

  “Well, in any case, I don’t do that work anymore, so it’s all a moot point anyways.” He brushed off the topic before I could ask any further questions, but I got the feeling there was more to it.

  Before I could stop myself, my fingers reached out and began to stroke his beard in fascination. “It’s really scruffy.”

  “I can see you’re really enjoying it.” His lips twitched in amusement.

  “Err, yes, I suppose I am,” I answered awkwardly as I moved my hand back and kept it on his shoulders.

  “You don’t have to stop, you know. It’s okay,” he said, softly. “In fact, I was quite enjoying that.”

  “Really? I didn’t know beards were a soft spot for men.”

  “I don’t think they are, but I quite enjoy it,” he admitted.

  “I can see that.”

  Static sounded over my phone, and I gave him a regretful look as Brandy’s voice came on announcing that it was almost time for my next patient.

  “I should get dressed,” I said, apologetically. “I need to get ready for my next patient.”

  “Alright, but nobody else gets to see you the way I did,” he said, jokingly.

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m not that kind of person, Derek. I know it seems hard to believe, but I’m really not. I have no idea what came over me.”

  “Maybe it should come over you again.” He pinned me with a heated look as I stood up, and he backed me against the wall as his fingers began to skillfully move over my skin.

  “Derek, I need to get ready.”

  “I can get you ready,” he said wickedly. “I don’t need a lot of time.”

  “Not like that, I have someone else coming in,” I protested as he began to kiss my neck, and my knees began to buckle.

  I shook my head furiously. “No, no. We can’t go down that road again, or else I won’t be able to get myself in the right headspace before I have to work again.”

  “That’s okay.” He breathed against my neck as his fingers grazed my legs before moving around to my ass. He squeezed it firmly as a low noise escaped the back of his throat.

  “You have such a firm ass,” he commented as he turned his head away to look at me. “And what a body. I could be all over you all the time if I were able.”

  “I don’t think either of us have the stamina for that,” I kidded as I tried to lighten the sexual tension in the air.

  “That’s why couples build stamina,” he pointed out. “I could teach you all about that.”

  He hoisted my legs up in one swift move, so that I was straddling him. “What do you say?”

  “I’d say that is an interesting proposition,” I offered.

  “Is that so?” He lowered his mouth to mine, and at first, I did my best to resist his kiss, a voice screaming in the back of my mind that I needed to get it together. I’d already indulged enough in this fantasy, and it was time to go back to the real world.

  However, I wasn’t able to stay stoic for long as he teased a reaction out of me until my lips parted with a sigh, and his tongue plunged in causing sparks of desire to shoot out across every nerve.

  It was getting increasingly harder to remember why I needed to push him away and stop before it got too far.

  When my phone crackled again, we both broke apart and shot it dirty looks. I placed my hand on his chest. “We need to stop. I mean, I don’t want to, but we have to.”

  He captured my hand with his and placed
a soft kiss on the inside of my hand. It was an oddly romantic gesture that I couldn’t seem to reconcile with his persona.

  Derek was a man of many mysteries, it would seem.

  “I know.” He released my hand and stepped back. I immediately missed his warmth, but I forced myself to go through the motions of getting dressed. He kissed my back and my shoulders a few times, and playfully unhooked my bra, but after I scolded him for the millionth time, he stopped.

  “Can I see you tonight?” he blurted out, suddenly.

  “What time?”

  “Does six sound okay?” he asked, hopefully.

  I nodded as I slipped my shirt on over my head and gathered my hair up into a messy bun. I looked around for my jeans and finally found them inside my office hanging over the chair. I yanked them down and blushed furiously as I pictured what my clients would think if they walked in and saw this.

  I frowned as I realized that I couldn’t find my lacy underwear. “Have you seen my—”

  The words died on my lips as I noticed him holding them up to his nose and sniffing them. He caught me looking, and he gave me a sexy grin as he inhaled.

  “Mmm, you smell amazing.”

  “Alright, give those back.” I held my hand open, expectantly, but he made no move to hand them over.

  “Why should I?”

  “Because I need them,” I insisted. “That part should be obvious.”

  “You don’t need them, you want them,” he said. “Besides, you can work without them.”

  “You can’t be serious.” My mouth fell open as he stuffed them into the pocket of his leather jacket. He shrugged it on and buttoned up his jeans. He was looking for his shirt, but I snatched it before he could get it back.

  One eyebrow climbed to his hairline. “Well, well, well. This little kitty’s got claws.”

  “You bet your ass I do. Now hand me back my panties.”

  “Or what?” he challenged.

  “Or you won’t get your shirt back,” I retorted as I grinned triumphantly.

  He seemed to consider my offer for a second before he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t think you’ve got the balls to go through with this.”