Obsession Too: Loving An Alpha Male

by S. K. Lessly

  A perceptive man, Shane undoubtedly knew I was close. He quickly wrapped an arm around my waist and tightened his hold, refusing to let up on me. He circled his tongue in time with the thrusts of my hips, around and around.

  “I want to taste you, baby. Give it to me, Let me taste it.”

  The sound of his gruff voice combined with how sexy he looked with his face buried in my pussy caused me to lose all control.

  “Mmmmm,” Shane moaned against me as one of the best climatic experiences I had ever felt in my life came over me. I screamed his name, pulled his hair, and lost all feeling in my legs.

  My fucking goodness!

  I think I blacked out. In fact, I knew I did because the next thing I felt was Shane wrapping me in his arms. I collapsed against him, panting hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my forehead on his chest. Oh God, that was amazing. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. And the fact that I was standing in his arms naked and panting blew my mind. The irony of it all was that no matter what happened from this point on, he and I would never be the same again. Our friendship had made a dramatic shift. That thought hit me kind of hard, and I shivered at the notion of losing him forever.

  Shane hugged me closer to him and kissed me on the top of my head. It was as if he realized the same thing and was assuring me that everything was going to be fine between us. Oh, how I hoped so. My head remained against his chest as I felt Shane bend slightly, hooking his hand underneath my knee. As he lifted me and walked toward my bed, he rested the leg that was once over his shoulder against his hip. It felt like I was floating in air as he carried me to the bed. I was on that erotic cloud and holding on for dear life. As he laid me down, I looked at him, my eyes hooded and searching his.

  I was silent as I watched him quietly move closer to me, eliminating the space between us. He stole my breath away again with a devastating kiss that caused my hips to circle in the air, desiring more of him. I started pulling at his shirt, unable to speak any words, but he knew what I wanted. His sexy ass naked now!

  I felt him smile against my lips, finding humor in my growing frustration as I tried to pull his shirt off while he kissed me. He finally took pity on me and pushed back and stood in front of me. He kept his burning eyes on me, caressing my body, and studying me again as if he was contemplating where he should attack next. When he licked his lips and gave me this sexy-ass grin, I figured he had already mapped out exactly what he was going to do to me.

  I squirmed underneath his gaze with anticipation from the look of promise he gave me as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a body that was carved to perfection. The ridges of his stomach caused my tongue to circle my lips. The muscles along his sides, chest, and oh, my goodness, his arms made my mouth water. He was big. As sexual hunger threatened to overwhelm me, I envisioned a scene from the movie, Thor, when the lead character, Chris Hemsworth, took his shirt off and gave my eyes a magnificent sight to behold. Yeah, it was like that. It was crazy because I had seen Shane before without a shirt, but in this moment, it was if I was seeing him for the very first time.

  My eyes naturally followed Shane’s hands as they moved to his belt buckle. I sat up on my forearms and watched him, salivating over what I was about to see. This was what I had been waiting for. It would either make the moment or break it.

  Buckle undone, he unzipped, but didn’t allow his pants to fall. He stopped all movement. What now? I frowned and quickly moved my eyes back to his now smirking face. Tease… I groaned and fell back against the bed, breath rushing through my nose and mouth as he laughed. Cruel bastard…

  “You think this is funny?” I asked, my eyes closing as I tried to regain some sense of control.

  “You’re like a kid on Christmas morning, ready to rip open the presents Santa’s brought you. Have you been waiting for this moment, baby?”

  I didn’t reply to his bait. But I did feel my body instantly go hot, not from lust, but embarrassment. Damn, did I look that needy? I sat up and saw he was down to his boxer briefs now and I tried not to look at his very impressive print. Oh, my goodness! I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes, trying my best to look unimpressed at that fact that his dick was making my mouth water and my lady parts cower.

  Again, oh, my goodness! I managed to salvage a little bit of dignity as I said, forcing myself to yawn, “Actually, I’m getting bored. So, can you please get…” The rest of my sentence fell away in a squeal as he gripped my ankles and yanked me down the bed to him.

  He dropped a strip of condoms next to us. Where the hell those had come from I wondered, before he fell on top of me. As he settled in place my laughter turned into a wide smile.

  The seriousness that arrested his face in that second caused my heart to melt. I had never imagined in all my years that I would be here living out this once in a lifetime chance to be with him. I didn’t know if this was a cruel joke God was playing on me by giving me a taste of something that I knew I couldn’t have forever. However, as I looked into Shane’s eyes while he warmed my face with his fingertips, I didn’t care if this would only be a solitary encounter. I would take full advantage of this opportunity and make sure he’d never forget this moment just as I wouldn’t.

  “You are so beautiful, Grace,” he complimented me in a voice and with eyes that made my stomach drop.

  I smiled shyly and I shook my head, trying not to let his words and this moment get to me. “Stop calling me that name,” I said softly.

  “Why? It’s beautiful and it’s your name. And right now, that’s who you are to me, Grace.”

  I started to reiterate how much I hated that name, but it was no use. Besides, at this moment he could call me whatever the hell he wanted.

  Shane continued his stripping-me-bare tactics while he just watched me; touching me in places that caused me to squirm, creating a longing for him to touch more of me. The space between us slowly disappeared as he brought his lips inches from mine. “Relax, baby and let me take care of you. I promise I’ll help you forget everything.”

  With that guarantee, he moved down to kiss my neck then down the middle of my chest to my breasts. I breathed out slowly as he finally took my taunt and very ready nipples into his mouth. Shane Cooper was everything I had ever dreamed he would be. He showed the skills of an expert the way he licked, sucked, squeezed, and bit my wanting nipples. All of it was better than the erotic dreams I’d had about him. My body writhed underneath him, impatiently waiting for him to stop teasing me. I needed him to take me.

  “I need to taste you again, baby,” he groaned seconds before he kissed his way down my stomach.

  I brought my hands to his hair and tightened my grip. “Stop teasing me then and do it,” I instructed, expressing my rising impatience.

  I felt him chuckle as he moved further down my body. His hands caressed my thighs as he moved. I sat up, resting on my forearms, and watched him kiss my belly button, down to my bikini line, and then lower to my thighs. He then met my eyes, gripped underneath my thighs, and pushed my legs back, bringing my knees to my shoulders. I was wide open, my soaked lips glistening with my need for him.

  He looked down at me, sucked his teeth and shook his head. “Damn, baby, you truly are a beautiful woman,” he said excitedly as if he were in awe at the sight lying before him.

  Shane leisurely licked his lips, looked up at me, and then back to my heated core. A gradual grin appeared on his face right before he buried his lips between my swollen slick mound.

  Ho-lee mother of… Oohhh!

  He was only between my thighs a few seconds before I abruptly came apart all over his face. That fucked with my head something awful, but I couldn’t dissect that now. Shane wasn’t letting up, and it seemed that my body was careening toward another powerful, body-screaming orgasm. I fell back onto my bed, closed my eyes, arched my back and gave him all of me. I didn’t mean to, but I did.

  “Oh, Shane…” I breathed out slowly, as if I were releasing every tension and burden inside me with o
ne long exhalation.

  His face stayed between my legs, lapping and drinking every bit of my honeysuckle goodness, not wasting a drop. God, I love him!

  Shane finally released the death grip he had on my clit and traveled back up my sweat-drenched body, unhurriedly kissing along the way. A shiver disabled me while he continued to rain feather-like touches over my overheated body.

  I circled my hips under him, unable to wait until he filled me, when I felt him stop moving. He shifted me to my side, and I opened my eyes, confused and saw a face, inundated with concern, watching me.

  My eyebrows creased, worried, “What’s wrong?” Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind…not after that tongue lashing.

  He looked up at me. “I didn’t see it before,” he said more so to himself than to me. “Maybe because I was distracted or your arm was in the way. But when you moved, I saw something dark on your skin.”

  I looked at him confused for a second, still trying to stop my head from spinning after the orgasm that had just consumed my body. “Huh?”

  Shane’s stare grew harder now, and my alarm bells started ringing in my ear.

  “He hurt you.”

  “Who?” I asked him, still trying to understand what was happening. I sat up slightly, moved my arm, and tried to look from him to the place on my body where he had touched lightly.

  I couldn’t see shit.

  Shane moved my body and studied my back. He touched me, I assumed where he saw the bruise. “You have a bruise. It’s only on your side, but it stretches from here.” He touched me at the middle of ribcage before traveling close to my hip and then around to a section on my back. “It stops here.”

  “That’s insane because I don’t feel anything. Is it bad?”

  Shane didn’t reply to my question. He resumed studying me, his hands beginning to caress my body very differently now. He was probing for any other bruises and other tender spots on my body.

  I placed my hands on his; a pair of eyes now filled with fury looked at me.

  “Shane, I’m fine. I’m not in any pain; not that kind of pain anyway. I don’t feel anything, but what your touches and kisses are doing to me. You’re torturing me, baby. I want to feel more of you please.” Through the pain and longing that I heard in my own voice, I hoped he could understand just how bad I wanted him.

  I sat up completely, laid my palm against his face, and pulled him to my lips. I kissed him, teasing his lips with my tongue and twirling it with his. I sucked his tongue until I felt him take over. He climbed on top of me, laid me down underneath him without ever breaking our connection.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripped his ass with one hand, and pulled his hair with the other one. “Fuck me, baby,” I whispered against his lips.

  I can’t explain why I suddenly transitioned into another language, but I told him that I wanted him to make me lose my mind in fluent Italian. I remembered one day seeing a huge smile spread across his face when he heard me speak Italian and I liked it. I had even made it a point to occasionally speak Italian or French around him just so I could see him react to me. But now, I wasn’t trying to bait him. Honestly, I wasn’t. I just wanted to take his mind off of my bruised side and back, so that he could refocus on pleasing me. Call me selfish, but damn, I really wanted more of him.

  Shane leaned into me and sweetly kissed my forehead. His lips floated to both of my eyelids before he lightly kissed the tip of my nose. I breathed him in slowly, thankful that he was back with me.

  He hovered over me, as he said to me, his voice low, “Con piacere, baby. Con piacere.”

  Whoa! The sound of Shane’s voice as he replied to me in Italian was a complete turn on. The look that arrested his face damn near had my heart in my throat. I watched this beautiful man, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. He sat back on his hunches and stood. He pulled his briefs down his taunt thighs, his dick springing from its prison, until they dropped to the floor. He reached for a condom that was next to me, lifted the wrapper to his mouth, opened it, and worked to sheath himself.

  I faltered in that moment, I’m not going to lie. I watched him stand before me, slowly stroking himself as he regarded me. He was packing some serious heat, and if he wanted to, I was sure he could break me in half. That caused me to question my existence. Would he break me in half? I was starting to feel a little nervous. That undeniable ache started in my special place, and he wasn’t even touching me yet.

  My entire body began to quiver, a steady unnatural beat started against my ribcage, and my mouth went dry as the Sahara Desert all from a simple glint in Shane’s eyes. I was in trouble. And if I were to be honest with myself, that fire in his eyes was far from a simple spark. It was a full-blown blaze filled with desire that seized his blue-green eyes. I could barely move as Shane crawled over my body, kissing parts of me as he hovered. I made the attempt to slide up the bed a little. I wasn’t running away, seriously. I was just trying to prepare myself for what was to come. I thought Shane would understand until he looked up at me.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Huh? I-I was um…” I stammered then I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. I can’t believe I just stammered!

  I heard Shane chuckle, which caused my eyes to cast on him.

  A sly grin spread across his face, “You said you wanted it, so don’t run now.”

  Arrogant bastard. I fixed my mouth to reply, however, I was robbed of all thoughts and words as I felt him pull me down the bed toward him by my waist. He pushed my legs open with his knees, settling between my thighs and eased himself slowly into my pulsating pussy. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my shocked lips. No one could prevent that sound coming from them, no matter how bad-ass a woman thought she was. Shane was… just damn…

  “Ohhh…” I breathed out trying to grab hold of something…anything that would relieve some of the extreme pressure from between my thighs. I had to take a few deep breaths as he inched deeper and deeper into me. I mean, no matter how much he took his time, I was so wet that my hungry-ass lips just sucked him further and further inside of me.

  I tightened my muscles around him, and he made the most amazing sound in response. Granted, he took his agonizing time filling me, but I saw something on his face. He was feeling exactly the same way I was: tortured.

  “Fuccckkk, Grace. This pussy feels so good. It’s so tight. Damn! So fucking good…,” he mumbled into my neck as he moved his hips, moaning and, falling deeper into me in more ways than he could have ever imagined.

  When he completely filled me, he rested on his forearms so his face could be close to mine. He began moving his hips expertly, pulling almost out of my wetness before plunging back into me with a vengeance. Both of my hands were in his hair, gripping his tresses, holding on as best as I could. Oh my, he felt so good…so damn good. And I told him so over and over and over again.

  Just then a thought came to mind, and I smiled to myself. I was having sex with Shane! No, I was having mind-blowing, body-numbing sex with Shane, the sex god.

  Holy shit, the way he was moving in time with me, the deep thrusts of his hips shocked the hell out of me. I really didn’t have any expectations. Okay, I was lying. I had prayed that he would be a good lay. In my dreams he was amazing. However, my dreams had yet again failed to measure up to the reality that was now blowing my mind.

  Shane kissed me deeply and fucked me thoroughly, penetrating places he wasn’t supposed to. I started to writhe under him, the crest of a monster orgasm had started to takeover my body. I clinched him tighter, scraping my nails over his back and scalp.

  “Oh God! Shane, I’m cumming. Baby I’m…” I breathed out as I arched my back and squeezed my pussy walls against his muscled steel.

  “Fuck, Grace! You’re going to kill me. Yes, baby, just like that. Cum all over this dick.”

  I sat up and awkwardly wrapped my sweaty arms around his neck, tightening my legs around him. “Oh please, Shane, cum with me. S
hane, cum.”

  Shane looped his arm under the crook of one of my knees then rested both of his hands against my headboard.

  “Cum for me, baby,” he demanded just as he began to pound into me.

  My eyes clenched tight, and I held him.

  “Shane!” I screamed just as I climaxed. I was drowning his dick. I could feel my satisfaction soaking the sheets. That’s just how wet he was making me.

  “Damn, that felt good,” he managed to breathe out. “Cum again, baby. I want you screaming my fucking name all night long,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “This is my pussy, Grace. Mine…”

  I nodded my head in agreement, but he was hitting a spot that hadn’t been stroked thoroughly in a long-ass time. I couldn’t say anything. And as I came again, I screamed his name and mumbled a bunch of unintelligible shit in Spanish like “ah papi, coger a esta coño como se le antoja”, which loosely transalates to “oh daddy, fuck this pussy like you crave it!”.

  I don’t know what’s happening.

  For some reason, the art of speaking or hell, even thinking in English had left my brain. I’d been diminished to a heap of bilingual mess. As I came down from my climatic high, I realized he hadn’t. He was still grinding into me, his dick sliding against my clit, making my body convulse. Bottom line, he was tearing this pussy up.

  “Oh no, baby.” he said to me, his wanton-filled eyes frozen on mine. “I’m not done with you yet. Not in the fucking least. Keep your eyes on me.”

  My eyes were wide as hell, and I didn’t move them away from his. I had no choice. If my sweet spot was going to survive Shane, I needed to do exactly what he wanted. But secretly in the deep recesses of my mind, I was jumping for joy, shaking my fist in the air in triumph finally.

  Shane turned me out that night. That was it. He fucked me so well and so thoroughly that I couldn’t utter a sound when he was finally done with me. I think I mumbled my gratitude in some language, collapsed on the bed, and passed the hell out.

  Did I say that I was in trouble?