Obsession Too: Loving An Alpha Male

by S. K. Lessly

  I held on for dear life, suspended, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my ass, his hips moving expertly like a conductor over a symphony and my cries were music coming from my instrument.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. Even though this wasn’t the first time for us it still blew my mind how his body had reacted as well as mine. It was crazy how we were in sync with each other, how we fit. I just didn’t imagine it would be this good. Did he? Shane’s growls intensified as if the sounds of our body’s colliding were driving him insane. With each deep thrust of his hips, my body lifted, forcing the breath from my lungs with each stroke.

  His commanding hips pounded into me quick and hard, my shoulder slamming into the door, my breasts bouncing up and down, still managing to stay inside my dress. I closed my eyes, called his name, or better yet I screamed his named actually. I then let go and relaxed against him and bit down on his shoulders as he worked my pussy, commanding her like it was his. Hell, he did say just that to me and he fucking meant it.

  My body was hurdling toward a penetrating orgasm fast. All kinds of sounds were erupting from my mouth. I couldn’t control my body at all. I mewed into his neck, feeling his dick glide along my G-spot over and over again.

  “Fuck, Shane oh myyyyyyy…”

  I exploded in orgasmic bliss, the nerve endings throughout my body erupting pure pleasure all through me. My nipples tingled, my eager pussy squeezed him so tight I felt another orgasm threatening to take me over.

  “Oh please, Shane I’m cumming again Shane I’m…”

  “Come on, baby! Give me my pussy, baby. Ti voglio scopare tutta la notte.”

  “Oh, God, yes! Baby please.”

  His pace picked up, his thrusts more erratic this time. I could feel him swelling within me.

  “I’m about to cum, Grace! Baby, I’m about to cum! I-I…”

  “Yes, Shane, yes! Pleeease…” I encouraged. I knew what he was trying to ask me. He wanted to know if it was okay for him to cum inside me.

  I gripped him tighter against me as my shoulder slammed harder and faster against the door, his hard powerful thrusts plunging in and out of my eager wet pussy. If anyone was up right now or walked past his door, they knew exactly what was going on behind this door.

  “Yes! Fuck, Shane, baby! Yessss!”

  I met his eyes and we held each other there until we both crashed into one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever felt. Seeing the sexy way he bit his bottom lip when he came, watching him fall apart, and hearing the sound of his growl as he called my name, was music to my soul. Damn, that was so beautiful to watch.

  Shane released the death grip he had on my ass and placed both of his hands against the door. I could feel his legs buckle slightly so I leaned back against the door, pulling him with me.

  “Damn!” He exhaled, his back slick and soaked. I lifted myself up slightly and he pulled out, a moan quietly slipping from both of us.

  Once I got to my feet, I ran my hands through his hair, along his back, rubbing him, feeling him. He had his eyes closed as he rested his forehead on my shoulder, but a moan softly fell along my neck as I touched him.

  I shuttered slightly, my body coming down from the high that was Shane Cooper.

  Shane finally lifted his head and met my eyes. He grinned and touched my lips with his fingertips. “I knew these were going to be deadly. Damn, baby.” He shook his head gripped me by my waist and lifted me up.

  I screeched and laughed. “Where are you taking me?”

  Shane walked into a large bedroom and dropped me on a king size bed.

  “I’m far from done with you. Now, get that fucking dress off before I rip it off.”

  The smile on my face dropped suddenly when I realized he was dead-ass serious. So, I did the logical thing. I turned my back to him, reached for the zipper at the back of the dress, and looked back at him.

  “Well, big boy, do your work.”

  And… well… God, he did just that. Hummm…

  Chapter Eighteen

  Shane

  Legs bent, feet on my mattress, I pushed my hips up into her sopping wet pussy, twisting to meet her hips with sharp thrusts and short strokes. My hands remained gripping any part of her damp supple body I could, her hips, her ass, as she moved on top of me. She started off crouched over me, her knees bent, her feet planted next to my hips. She was in complete control; her hands on my chest as she slid up and down on my shaft, twisting her hips, our bodies making beautiful sensual music as we moved in harmony. The rhythm she used to make love to me was giving me just enough to go out of my mind, but not enough to explode. She was teasing me.

  She knew it too. The smirk that was firmly planted on her face, the way she leaned close to my lips, but never touching or kissing me was wicked. That was then.

  Now, her hair was partly sticking to her face, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of my hips. Her hands were poised above my head, against the wall for leverage as she met my deep harsh strokes with her own.

  Damn this woman!

  We kept our eyes on each other, the look of passionate madness in both of our eyes. She was so beautiful with her lip trapped between her teeth and the look of pure erotic bliss all over her. I knew it was the same for me. She felt so good, so tight, and so fucking incredible. I danced my fingers up her back along her spine and into her hair, intertwining them through her locks. Using the grip I had on her strands, I brought her face closer to me and kissed her senseless, trying to stay in control. I was trying to let her get hers, but she was driving me in fucking sane.

  It was the tightness of her pussy and the way she clenched, hugged, and milked my dick. Damn!

  “Baby, fuck, you feel so damn good, unbelievable…” I confessed my lips inches from hers.

  She rested her forehead on mine and breathed out my name in a moan, which pushed me over the edge. That was all I needed. I hugged her body tight against me and took over. I pounded into her unrelenting, my hips pushing up from the bed faster and harder. I couldn’t help it. Her cries and pants were doing me in.

  It was all my fault really. I kept whispering shit in her ear that caused her to whimper in mine and cry out in unsullied passion and tell me exactly how good I felt in Italian. That, in turn caused me to pound into her with a hurried fury.

  She tightened, and I growled and came undone.

  We screamed our release, calling out each other’s names, holding onto each other desperately.

  Damn, this woman!

  The sounds of our hastened breaths replaced the sounds of our screams as we laid in the sweat of our love making. I held Misty in my arms, gliding my fingers along her back to her ass and back up again, trying to catch my breath. Her body shivered a few times, aftershocks of an orgasm that no doubt had paralyzed her entire body just as mine had done me.

  Misty remained in my arms, her face buried in my neck, which was fine with me. There was no way I was letting her go even if she’d asked me. I groaned my contentment, feeling her quick and labored pants along my neck, her hands in my damp hair. I closed my eyes and continued to hold her close.

  I couldn’t tell you what round we had just finished. It really depended on the measure of identifying what a round entailed. If rounds were measured on strictly orgasms, then, whew, we had gone about five or six rounds. If you’re meaning penetration, tongue, dick, or fingers then maybe three. Needless to say, we had been very busy from the moment we’d entered my apartment.

  I felt Misty moving on top of me, breaking our connection. I refused to open my eyes as I felt her sitting up, taking the warmth of her body with her when she moved. I could barely move to protest the loss. I felt Misty settle in my arms again. I smiled at her, I think, mumbled something, and then I drifted off to sleep.

  What finally got my body to move was the feeling of movement in my arms again. I opened my eyes and stared up at my ceiling for a brief moment. The scent of the woman lying on top of me hit me quick and I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed.
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  I leaned over to my right and laid Misty next to me. I stroked her face lightly, kissed her forehead and then covered her with the bed sheet. Smiling from that euphoric feeling running all through me, I slowly rose from the bed and stretched my tired aching body. While I tried to get my muscles to move, my body seemed to scream at me that I wasn’t as young as I used to be.

  I wasn’t that young man who could have sex every night, multiple times a night. On the flip side of that coin, I wasn’t old either. Still, tonight was a testament that I needed to start working out more frequently than I had been. I grinned at that notion and then padded to my bathroom.

  I relieved myself, washed my hands and face and then brushed my teeth. I didn’t get back in the bed with Misty afterwards. I walked out of the bedroom and into my kitchen to grab two bottles of water from my fridge. When I got back into the bedroom, I pulled out a pair of basketball shorts from my dresser drawer, put them on, and stepped out onto the patio off of my bedroom.

  I dropped my ass into one of my cushioned patio chairs, leaned back and stared out into the coming dawn. My mind quickly drifted to last night and I couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that erupted on my face.

  Questions about how Misty was coping with the shift in or relationship had plagued me the entire time I was in Russia. I was fine with what had happened between us, but I could tell she had some concerns since that night. This was a big deal to her. That was evident with the concerns she had brought up last night. There was some validity to what she’d said. She was hesitant on mixing sex with our friendship and I understood why she felt that way.

  It made perfect sense to me and I could’ve easily accepted it and moved on. As a matter of fact, I had done that very thing with other females I’d dated in the past. I had been propositioned with the idea of mixing sex with friendships and that was something that I didn’t do. Throughout the years, I realized one or two things would happen that wasn’t an ideal situation for me or the woman I was dating. Either the women would catch feelings and want more or they already had feelings for me and mixing sex would encourage those one-sided feelings to get stronger. Either one of those scenarios, I’m afraid, would end badly for them and me.

  Misty was right to be cautious with us for those same reasons. Here’s the thing about us: she and I were already past that point. She and I already had feelings for each other. There wasn’t a one-sided coin here and that fact made our situation different from others.

  How did I know she had feelings for me? Well, she thinks she’s clever, but she isn’t.

  After we crossed that proverbial line, I saw a glimpse of something in her eyes. Attraction was there, as it should be, but there was something else. I had dismissed it the first night only because that look never appeared again. Tonight, at the restaurant when she took my breath away, I saw something in her gray eyes, again. It wasn’t clear what it was, or maybe it was and my brain just didn’t want to believe it. Then clarity suddenly hit me like a freight train outside my apartment last night. When I asked her if she had feelings for me, the word ‘yes’ looked as if it was going to fall from her lips. It was definitely in her eyes and in her body language.

  I couldn’t believe it. She’d back pedaled and stuttered and stammered her way through our conversation, but the damage was already done. I saw it. No matter how she tried to cover it up or what fell from her lips, I saw the truth in her eyes.

  Being the person that I was, I should’ve confessed my feelings for her right then and there, thrown her over my shoulder, beaten on my chest and told her she was mine forever. Any other time I would’ve done just that, but this was Misty. The reason why I didn’t was because the moment when I asked her if she had feelings for me, she freaked the hell out. That was never a good sign. And even though I could have ignored that reaction, the truth in her eyes was mixed with a whole lot of fear and trepidation. That sealed it for me. She wasn’t ready.

  So this arrangement was what we had until I grew tired of it. And to be quite honest, I was already tired of it. My impatience becoming the focal point of my life, I shook my head as a thought suddenly popped into my head. Knowing this woman of mine, before this was all said and done, I’d probably have to just tell her how things would go between us and tie her to my bed until she conformed, which, I had no problem with doing. It was about sacrifices, right? I smiled to myself at the selflessness I was willing to endure for the sake of my woman.

  I faintly heard my name whispered through the screen door of my patio and I turned in that direction and looked into the darkness of my room. I zeroed in on her still form, waiting for her to move. When she didn’t, I closed my eyes and settled back in my chair. Not ten seconds later, I heard her say my name again, more prominent this time. I called out to her and waited for her to either come outside with me or go back to sleep. A few minutes passed before I heard the screen door slide open behind me. I looked up and found a pair of panicked gray eyes staring down at me. I tensed and sat up.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked her, my eyes darting quickly over her body before I looked behind her into my apartment. The bruise that stretched along her side had cleared up, but maybe our love making or my grip on her had aggravated it or something.

  Misty had her body covered with the sheet from the bed and I couldn’t tell if she was hurt or not.

  She remained quiet, but the look in her eyes didn’t diminish.

  “Baby,” I called out to her and started to stand when she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Misty wrapped her arms around me tight, covering us both with the sheet, and buried her face in my neck.

  Her bare breasts were smashed up against my chest, her heart beating two miles a second. I could feel the tortured rush of her breath hitting my neck and throat. A shiver attacked her body as if she were cold, but based on the look in her eyes, her body temperature had nothing to do with the violent movement. I hugged her tighter against me.

  “What’s wrong, Grace?” I tried again, dropping her real name in hopes to grab her attention.

  Misty lifted her head from my neck and met my concerned eyes. She trapped my face between her hands and kissed me.

  She deepened it quickly, her tongue searching mine, caressing me. I kissed her back, not sure what the hell was happening, but letting her take what she needed from me. When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine.

  “I’m sorry about that.” She finally breathed out.

  I shook my head. “Don’t be,” I replied in a rush. “You can kiss me like that any time you want.”

  She chuckled lightly, keeping her body close to mine.

  “Are you okay now?” I asked her.

  She nodded and separated her forehead from mine. She remained close to me, though, her hands caressing me as if she was still searching for comfort from me. “Yeah. I’m not sure what happened. I had this vivid nightmare and I don’t know. I just needed to be in your arms.”

  Wow…

  I had hoped in that moment the shadows of my patio hid my face from her, because if it didn’t she would have undoubtedly seen just how much her words affected me. I couldn’t play that off or hide my reaction from anyone right then.

  “Do you remember what the dream was about?” I had asked after a brief pause to get my shit together.

  Misty took a pause herself before she replied, “No, not really.”

  She was lying to me, of course. However, I didn’t push. I simply rubbed her back as she settled on my lap, pushing her forehead into my neck again. I felt her take a few deep breaths before she seemed to relax.

  “Tell me something about you.” she asked me after a beat.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What do you mean? What do you want to know that you don’t already?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re a closed book. You always talk about Josh and Malcolm, but you don’t share crazy stories about yourself. And your brothers don’t share crazy stories about you either.” She sat up and looked into my eyes
. The shyness and vulnerability prominent in her shadowed features.

  I touched the side of her face, pushing her hair behind her ear. My fingers gently traced her face, running lightly along her jaw line to her chin. They touched her lips before racing back into her hair. I pulled her to me and brushed my lips along hers.

  When I pulled back, I cupped her face in my hands and she smiled at me. Damn, it was crazy. I never expected to be here so soon, but the feelings that were surging through me right now were something that only happened in movies.

  “Quit stalling and spill the beans, Cooper,” she joked and laid her head on my shoulder.

  I grinned and conceded to my fate. “I’m not sure what you want me to tell you.”

  “Okay, I’ll help you. How old were you when you had sex for the first time?”

  My eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch and I leaned back so I could look at her. “Are we getting personal like that? You don’t want to know the first time I broke my arm or about the time I had to get stitches?”

  It was her turn to laugh. She looked up at me from where her head rested on my shoulder. “No, I know you probably got those injuries playing sports or something. I want to know the juicy stuff.”

  “Okay, but you do understand that you’re about to open up a can of worms? If I share, so will you. Are you ready for that?”

  Still smiling she nodded. “Yup, lay it on me.”

  “Really?” I asked.

  She almost looked confident…almost. “Okay, maybe not. The thing is, I want to know something about you, and because of that, I’m willing to reciprocate and share too.” Misty sat up. “Let’s play rapid fire questions.”

  I looked at her puzzled. “Rapid fire questions?”

  “Yes, we get to ask one question at a time and the other will respond with a quick answer. No drawn-out explanation of the answers or over complicated questions. Everything simple.”

  I hesitated a beat and took everything in before I asked, “What if more explanation is needed based on of the answer provided?”