Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male: BWWM Romance

by Lessly, S. K.

  “Mason, that’s nice of you but…”

  His eyes shot up at mine.

  “No buts, Maxine. Now, let me show you where the bedroom is, and you can get settled. Take a shower if you like. Whatever you need, okay?”

  He walked past me and went to the front door. I watched him check the door and set the alarm before he signaled me to follow him up the stairs to the second floor. Tiny and I teased him earlier about the elevator he had in this place. But I was a bit disappointed we didn’t take it up to the second level. It would have been cool.

  There wasn’t much to the second floor. He told me the door to the right was his. Then he walked past another seating area to another door. He opened the door and showed me the linen closet and the bathroom. He disappeared for a second and came back with a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in.

  “There are toothbrushes in the drawer in there, as well as soap and anything else that you may need. Feel free to help yourself. Please, let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be right down the hall.”

  He gave me a faint smile and left me. I showered and changed into only the t-shirt he gave me. I pulled out lotion from my purse and brushed my hair and teeth before I crawled into bed and began to cry. I felt crazy being here. We went from not being able to get enough of each other to hardly saying anything at all.

  I tossed and turned. Then finally I gave up at about 3 a.m. I went downstairs to grab some water and found myself staring out into the dark water, trying to figure out how I’m going to face him in the morning. I sniffed and wiped my eyes, trying to keep the lump in my throat from choking me to death.

  “You’ve definitely made a mess of this, Maxine.”

  “Can’t sleep?”

  I jumped at the sound of the deep voice coming from behind me. I looked over at him briefly and nodded. I turned back to face the window to hide my instant attraction to him. Holy hell, he looked mouthwatering good. He only wore pajama pants that hung low on his waist, revealing that infamous v-shaped muscle that leads to a place I want to follow so desperately with my tongue.

  I’ve seen what he looks like without a shirt. But tonight it makes him seem even more desirable. Or maybe it’s the hiatus I’ve been on that’s making him look deliciously good.

  “Hmmm.” I felt him walk up behind me, and I tensed. “How’s it looking out there?”

  “Still snowing,” I said softly, trying not to betray the emotions I’m feeling.

  Damn, he smells so good too. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, and I felt the goosebumps flood my body. It never fails. Every time he’s close to me or, hell, even in the same room with me, I feel like I can’t breathe. It’s like I needed him to touch me, or I would fall apart.

  I couldn’t take this anymore. It’s clear he doesn’t want me the way I want him. Maybe as the night went on, he came to his senses. I turned, and without making eye contact, walked away from him. But I didn’t get far. I felt his arm go around my waist, and he pulled me back in front of him. My back was against the window, and I kept my eyes on his perfect pectorals.

  “Maxine,” he said simply in a deep voice dripping with…Was it desire?

  I wouldn’t look at him. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I felt his hand travel up my arm, sending more chills through me. I shivered slightly as he continued his invasion up to my cheek. He ran his fingers along my jaw line to my chin, and he tilted my head to meet his eyes. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to look into his face. I didn’t want to see regret or pity. I didn’t want him to have me in his arms because he felt guilty.

  “No,” I said softly and tried to push away from him.

  “Look at me.”

  I shook my head.

  “Look at me, angel,” he said more firmly, but still in that deep penetrating voice that made me wet with need.

  I opened my eyes and looked into his. He lightly raked his thumb over my cheek.

  “I couldn’t sleep either,” he said softly. “You being this close to me and not being able to touch you is driving me crazy. The feeling of your lips was everything I imagined it would be and more. I want more of you, Maxine. I’m tired of being a gentleman around you, trying to ignore the burning desire to touch you…to kiss you…to fuck you senseless.”

  What? Is this really happening?

  He touched my lips lightly with his tongue, and I saw him lick his lips hungrily. ‘Holy fuck. I think I just came on myself.’

  He searched my eyes for confirmation. I knew I just couldn’t say anything. I was speechless.

  Me speechless.

  There was only one thing I could do. I grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt I had on and pulled it up and over my head. I saw his eyes grow large, and he drank my nakedness slowly, again licking those beautiful full lips of his. I feel like if he doesn’t touch me soon, I will explode. I reached up and fisted his hair to bring him close to me as I went on my tippy toes to meet his lips full on. As his hands finally touched my body, I moaned in his mouth.

  Our tongues expertly devoured each other with want and need we never realized we had for each other. He deepened his kiss and moaned when I pulled his hair tighter, trying to get closer to his body. Damn, I wanted him badly. I couldn’t contain myself.

  He reached down and grabbed both butt cheeks, and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. I felt his hardness close to my…Oh God!!! He moved down to my neck, kissing it and biting. I instinctively grinded against him and found myself pushed up against the cold glass behind me.

  “Fuck, baby. You feel so good. I bet you taste good too,” he said, while kissing my throat and traveling down my collarbone to my chest.

  At that moment, I felt a shift from my ass to my thighs. What was he doing? Oh my.

  I started climbing up the window as he took one of my breasts in his mouth and bit, sucked, and licked my nipple. He expertly lapped his tongue around and around, which drove me insane.

  I moaned softly and called his name, which seemed to make him attack me more. He switched from one nipple to the other, while driving me out of my mind.

  “I want to taste you, baby.”

  “Uh-huh,” was all I could get out.

  I was then hiked up more, and my legs were suddenly on his shoulders as he went right for the prize in between my legs.

  “Oh fuck, Mason,” I cried out, panting and trying to control myself.

  But I was losing miserably as his tongue licked my lips and around my clit. He moved my legs out wider, and he put his hands against the window so he could better get to me.

  “Shit, baby. You taste amazing. Sweet as candy.”

  Just hearing his voice was undoing me completely. I started to feel the buildup that ran from my toes up between my legs. I started to tense up, and he felt it.

  “That’s right baby, come for me. Let me taste you.”

  He started moving his tongue faster and faster. Then he sucked me, and I exploded…hard. I have never in my life come that hard. I couldn’t grab anything that would help me get through my climax, and that made another one come right after. I mean, he was eating the hell out of me, and I had no control.

  I screamed his name over and over again, as I came apart on his face. I was weakening, and he gently brought me back down and met my lips on the way. I tasted myself on his lips. ‘Oh, my God. This man is going to destroy me.’

  He kept my legs around his waist, and I felt him move up the stairs without removing his lips from mine. He finally laid me down in a very large king-size bed with posts on all four sides. He walked to his drawer, pulled out a box of condoms, and threw them on the bed next to me.

  “I can’t wait to feel you, baby.”

  He climbed on the bed, and I frowned.

  “Lose the pants, Mace,” I told him.

  He smiled at me.

  “Don’t worry, angel. I intend to.”

  He pulled down his pants and unleashed the biggest erection I have ever laid my somewhat-experienced eyes on. I bit my bottom lip as he climb
ed my body and rested his weight on me. I widened my legs to fit him in between me. I found his lips on me again. He did exactly what he said he would do and ran his lips and tongue all over my body. I was dying with want. I moaned in frustration, which only made him chuckle.

  “Damn it, Mason. If you don’t come up here and fuck me,”

  He smiled against my stomach and looked up at me.

  “You think you’re ready for me then?”

  “Fuck no. I don’t believe that thing will fit. But you’re driving me crazy.”

  He chuckled again, and I really thought I would kill him.

  “Am I teasing you, baby?”

  Hot damn, his voice is doing all kinds of things to me.

  “Yes,” I replied, trying not to sound whiny.

  Something then changed in his eyes. He climbed back up to me and reached for the condom box. He pulled out a condom and brought it to my lips. I bit down on the wrapper, so he could tear it open. He rolled the condom on and moved down in between my legs to where I felt the tip close to my slit. I reached down and grabbed his ass and pulled. He chuckled again against my neck.

  “So eager, angel.”

  He thrust in me slowly, and I inhaled deeply.

  “Holy shit,” I choked out as he pulled almost completely out and then slid back into me.

  “Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

  He pulled my legs around his waist and somehow moved deeper inside me. I felt my release building already. I think he felt me tighten around him as he started to move faster.

  “Yes, baby. Come on. Give it to me again.”

  Just his fucking voice undid me again, as my release overwhelmed me. His slow pace and deep penetration were driving me deeper and deeper into the bed. He was controlled and knew exactly how to make me feel good. He touched every part of me. Once he felt me coming over the edge again, he picked up his pace.

  “Oh my God, Mace,” I screamed out.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  He brought his forehead against mine and reached to entwine his fingers with mine as he moved his hips expertly. I came again, and he moved my legs to his shoulder for an even deeper feeling that made me move back from him. He gripped my hips.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I laughed nervously.

  “What are you doing to me?”

  He smiled at me.

  “Anything I want,” he then growled at me and started pounding into me.

  The speed in which he was going, and how deep he was, was fucking amazing. He found and hit my g-spot over and over again.

  “I’m going to ruin you so no one else will ever make you feel the way that I do. My dick is going to be all you think about. I’ll guarantee that.”

  He scared the hell out of me when he said that. My body already craves him, but I’m afraid he’s already ruined me. But I told myself that I will make sure this is a two-way street. I grabbed his face and looked him in the eyes.

  “I’ll guarantee to do the same to you.”

  He closed his eyes and shivered before opening them and saying quietly, “God, I hope so.”

  He started to move faster, and I kept my eyes on his as I felt my own release creeping up again.

  Oh shit! I started to smile.

  “Harder, baby… Yesss!… Please, Mason?…Oh!…Fuck!”

  I had the most intense climax I’ve had since the one I had downstairs. I was fucking seeing stars. He followed me shortly after, calling my name and placing his forehead against mine. We both were dripping with sweat, and I caressed his back as he sunk down on me. He shivered slightly, as I continued to rake my nails against his sculpted back and down to his tight ass and back up again.

  He pulled out and walked into his bathroom. While he was gone, I took this time to close my eyes and try to understand what just happened. I just had the best sex of my existence. A few minutes later, I felt the bed dip with his weight, as he lay next to me. I opened my eyes to see him watching me closely.

  “Are you admiring your work?” I teased.

  He laughed and began to caress my chest, moving down between my breasts. Then he caressed my stomach. His touch caused me to shiver with want. I looked in his eyes and saw the same fire I was feeling. He leaned down and kissed me.

  “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  He laughed and then deepened the kiss, making me lose my mind. And hell if we didn’t start all over again, with me taking over and getting on top. I grinded on his erection and made him groan as he moved underneath me in sync with me.

  “My turn, big boy.”

  I moved down and made myself familiar with the best-looking body I had seen, starting with his chest. I played with his nipples, as he grabbed my ass and squeezed.

  “You’re teasing me, huh?”

  “I’m only savoring your fantastic body, baby,” I told him and then smiled.

  He put his arms behind his head and smiled up at me.

  “Well, by all means, please carry on.” He grinned playfully.

  I continued my assault until I reached his abs. I dragged my tongue down the center of his stomach, and I felt his hand go into my hair. I traveled down to his dick and started to pay him back for the perfect way he pleasured me downstairs.

  “Shit, angel,” he whispered as I expertly licked the head of him.

  I ran my tongue up and down his shaft slowly. Then I buried him as far as his length allowed. I hummed as I took him deep and began to please him the best way I knew how. He started to fuck my mouth, and I pulled him out.

  I pressed my hands to his hips and said, “No, baby. Let me take care of you. You just lie back and enjoy.”

  He looked at me surprised but only nodded. He moved up on his elbows, so he could see me give him the best head of his life. And I’m sure you’re asking yourself how I know it was the best. Of course, he told me it was the best over and over again. But also it was the way he gripped my hair and how he was fighting to thrust in my mouth, because he was so turned on he couldn’t keep still.

  He was large and long, but I took as much as I could until he touched the back of my throat. I licked and sucked on the head, moved all over the shaft with my tongue. I sucked on him as if he was the best lollipop I had ever had in my life. Just hearing him moan with pleasure or tell me how much he’s going to make me pay for what I was doing to him made me do it more.

  “Shit, baby. I’m gonna come in that gifted mouth of yours,” he said tightly.

  I felt him trying to pull away, but I held him there. I stroked him as I sucked him off, and I felt then saw him come apart under me. It turned me on so much I almost came myself. I removed my mouth and licked my lips.

  “Damn, baby.”

  He sat up and pulled me close to him. I straddled him as he reached for another condom with one hand. With the other hand, he moved down between my legs and caressed me.

  “You ready for me, baby? Yeah, you are. Shit, you’re wet as fuck.”

  He put one finger in me, then two, and started to move in and out as he pulled me into a desperate kiss. I hugged him and moved against his fingers as he relentlessly finger fucked me.

  “Come for me, baby. Give me what you owe me.”

  I exploded in his hand, as he whispered more shit that, for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you. I just knew I liked it and felt my release coming again. I collapsed against him as I felt him working a condom on behind me. He then lifted me up, and I sank down on him slowly, just as I climaxed again.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  We moved slowly and in sync, as we kissed each other with the most passion I had ever felt for someone. We moved faster and faster, as I felt again my release coming. I swear I didn’t think he would last, but, damn, he did.

  He moved me into so many positions; I wasn’t sure if my body would keep up. He was relentless and unforgiving. He pounded into me over and over again, saying sweet dirty things to me. Telling me how good I felt, how he was going to ruin me, how he wanted t
his every hour of every fucking day. I didn’t know how that would be possible, but I knew he would try his best to make that happen.

  We fondled and fucked every inch of each other’s body until the sun rose in his room. And even after the light of the day filled the room, we kept going. I think he would have fucked me into the next morning if I didn’t finally collapse from exhaustion.

  I don’t know when I passed out, but he fucked me silent. I don’t remember anything after he finally found his like eighth release.

  I heard a buzzing sound, and I started to stir. I found myself lying in Mason’s arms, with my head resting in the crock of his neck. He caressed my arm that was stretched over his chest, groaned and blindly searched for the source of the buzzing.

  Finally, he found it, and I felt his chest rise as he mumbled, “What?!”

  I started to move away from him to give him space, but he tightened his grip on me. I mumbled in his neck that I had to use the restroom. He groaned again and reluctantly let me go.

  “I’m here. What time is it?” he growled in the phone.

  I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself. I looked totally and contently fucked. I then looked at the jetted bathtub through the mirror and suddenly felt the ache all through my body. I turned and stared at the bathtub, wondering if I even had the energy to get in that thing. I crossed my arms and heard the door open.

  Mason walked in and appraised me up and down before he smirked. I noticed he was wearing boxer briefs and realized I was still naked. I looked in his eyes and saw the heat radiating through them. I shook my head.

  “Fucking pervert.”

  He laughed.

  “No, I wasn’t laughing at you. Hold on a second,” he said into his phone.

  Then he reached over the side of the bathtub and turned the water on. He walked up close to me, and I stood up straight. He smiled at me and ran his hand up the side of my waist. He kissed me chastely on the lips.

  “There you go. Enjoy, baby. Then come downstairs. I’ll make you breakfast.”

  He kissed my cheek. Then he left me to what was—quite frankly—a great-looking bath.