Red Hot Alphas: 11 Novels of Sexy, Bad Boy, Alpha Males (Red Hot Boxed Sets Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  “Hey.” He reaches up and cups my chin. “I want you. I really do. But if you don't want me, I understand.” Oh no, he played the guilt card. I learned at a young age that this is what men typically do to get women in bed. It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes at him. He knows I want him. We've already established that at this point.

  I swat his hand away. “Don't say stupid shit like that. You know I want you too.” Every part of me screams that. My erect nipples. My moistening sex. The fact that I can't look at his dick without my mouth watering to taste it.

  “I get why you're reluctant. And I really don't want to drive you away. So how about this? If you don't want to have sex with me, you don't have to. I won't ever bring it up again.” He shakes his head. “Just know that once we walk out that door, that will be the end of it.”

  “Is that a promise?” I bite my bottom lip. He sounds so serious, and I know he means everything he just said. Once we leave this room, all of my worries about what could happen between us disappear. I'll never have the chance to have him again. Ever.

  His thumb lightly traces over my lips. “Don't do that. You know what it does to me.”

  My hand reaches up to rest on top of his, and despite my brain screaming at me to stop, my body reacts on its own. I part my lips and flick my tongue out at the pad of his thumb, my eyes growing hooded with desire as I draw it into my mouth and begin sucking. The oily taste of the massage cream dampens the experience for me, but I don't stop. I've made up my mind. Damn the consequences.

  He grips his cock with his free hand, stroking his swelling length as he watches my mouth. “I've wanted to fuck you ever since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I knew I couldn't let you walk out of my life forever.”

  I moan around his thumb before I let it fall from my lips. I pull my knees up to my chin and kick them over the side of the table. Then I swing around and brush his hand away from his cock so I can take control. I have to taste it. It's all I can think about.

  I drop to my knees in front of him and slide my tongue over the wide head of his dick. The muscles in his torso contract as he tosses his head back and groans in approval. My eyes land on his delicious-looking Adam's apple, and I suddenly wish there were two of me, one to suck his dick, the other to nibble on his throat. There aren't two of me though, and I've longed for his cock way more than any other part of him. I'm not going to abandon it now.

  “Fuck, Kira, it's so good.” He fists my hair, but doesn't force me down on him.

  I open my mouth as wide as I can in preparation to swallow him whole. His dick is so big I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to take it all. It feels like I almost have to unhinge my jaw as I slide down on him. He fills my mouth completely, and as predicted, I'm not able to make it all the way down his length without choking myself. It looks like my gag reflex is about to get a really good workout.

  He hisses in pleasure as I push him to the back of my throat before I begin bobbing. His cock is so good. I want to tell him that, but I can't break away. I need this every bit as much as he does.

  “I can't wait to be inside your body,” he tells me as he brushes a few loose strands of hair away from my face. Already, he's leaking inside my mouth, gifting me with his pre-seed. I lap it up and swirl my tongue around the tip as I withdraw, showing him his own arousal. “Fuck, you're so good at this.”

  Then his phone rings.

  The sound pollutes the air with the bitter reminder of what happened the first time we were supposed to fuck. Reflexively, I back up, knowing he'll go answer it. He steps away from me, his expression completely unapologetic. My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach as I realize the moment is ruined. It's over. He's going to get dressed and leave now, just like he did last time.

  I sit back on my heels as I watch him fumble through his blazer pocket. He pulls the phone out and looks at the caller ID, then he tosses it on the chair and extracts a foil packet from his pocket instead. A rush of relief hits me as he tears it open and slides the condom down his length, the phone already completely forgotten.

  “Lie down on the floor.” He turns and walks back over to me, and I quickly obey, getting comfortable on the carpet and bowing my legs, so he can see my full desire for him. “Jesus Christ, you're wet,” he growls as he kneels between my thighs. It's not a lie. I'm practically dripping, I'm so ready for him. No lube needed. “This is probably going to hurt.”

  He warned me about it last time, but nothing prepared me for the actual sensation. It takes everything in me not to buck my hips up into him as his thick head touches my channel. All I can think about is having him inside of me. No more teasing. If someone tried to come between us now, I think I might murder them. Every fiber of my being is focused on taking his cock into my wanton body. I've never needed a man inside of me more than I need him now.

  “You're so tight.” He pushes at my entryway.

  A sharp pain courses through me as he stretches his way inside. I find myself wincing and curling my fingers into the carpet to bear it. “You're just too big.” It's not a complaint, but it sure sounds like one.

  “I'm going to put it in now.” The look on his face is almost curious, like he's trying to figure out how to proceed.

  “Do it quickly.” I'd prefer my pain in one swift dose.

  His eyes lock onto mine as he bucks forward, filling me to the hilt with a single thrust. My breath hitches and my hips practically leap off the floor as I take him into me. The pain that rips through me is unlike anything I've felt since I was a virgin. My hands reach up to clutch onto his sides. I need to hold onto him to steady myself.

  “Are you all right?” he asks, his voice full of genuine concern.

  “Yeah. Just give me a minute,” I pant. The initial pain has already begun to dissipate. Now, my body is just getting used to him. I've never been this full of cock in all my life, and I absolutely love it. I'm already so on edge that I know as soon as he starts thrusting I'm going to fall over. It's the most amazing feeling ever.

  “I don't know how I didn't nut from that,” he confesses, and it only fills me with a sense of pride. The thought of making him come is extremely sexy.

  He allows me a few more seconds to adjust before he begins rocking his hips. The sensation of his massive dick sliding in and out of me pushes me to the limit. My body contracts around him wildly as my orgasm pulses through me.

  “Holy shit.” He puts a hand on either side of me, bracing himself as my climax milks him. “You're so fucking hot. I can't take this anymore. I've got to fuck you.”

  I thought we already were fucking. Boy, was I wrong. He grabs my legs and hooks them around his hips, then he drives into me. My body is completely wrecked as he shows me what true fucking is. The friction of his fast thrusting forces me right back up the hill of oblivion, and I'm awestruck as my body gives in to him a second time.

  “Oh God. So fucking good,” I whimper. No man has ever felt so good. No man has ever filled me so completely.

  “Fuck, Kira. I'm going to come.”

  My nails claw down his back as he bucks into me with staggering speed. I cry out loudly and pray to God everyone in the office is gone. If not, they're definitely going to hear us.

  I clamp my sex around him, clutching onto him as our bodies collide together to the point of pain. Seconds later, he stills against me, pressing so deep inside of me that it's almost uncomfortable. His breathing is ragged, and a low guttural groan escapes his throat. My entire body throbs from the intense pleasure coursing through both of us, and I know I'm probably going to be laid up tomorrow, just as he said I would be.

  ***

  “Where's the party going to be at?” It's the only thing I can think of to ask now that the sex is over. I don't want him to leave, and he's standing dangerously close to that suit and tie he always wears when he's not in this room with me.

  I'm still on the floor, sitting up against the wall, hugging my knees. There's an unmistakable soreness between my thighs that marks that he's b
een there. I don't want this evening to end. He's given me his vulnerability and now his body, and I'm feeling horribly confused and needy.

  “I hold it at the Marriott Rivercenter every year.” He ties up the condom and throws it in the garbage can before sliding down the wall next to me. I smile in contentment. He's not going to fuck and run. Not tonight at least. “Cuddle with me.” He slips his hand behind my neck, and I rest my head against his shoulder. He's so warm and comfortable. I could definitely get used to this.

  “You said it's not really an office party.”

  “It pretty much is, but I also invite a few personal friends of mine. Only corporate staff are invited, to keep it small.” He captures my hand in his and begins playing with my fingers.

  “I don't think I'm going to go.” I'm being honest. The thought of seeing him outside of work, even for a business party, is a bit daunting.

  “Why not?” He lazily quirks an eyebrow at me.

  “I'm too new. It would be too awkward.” I haven't made any friends yet, and I doubt I will by then. Christmas is just around the corner, so I know the party will have to be within the next week or two.

  “You can be my date. That will make it less awkward, won't it?” He splays my fingers with his before resting both of our hands on my knee.

  “Your date?” I sound a bit too giddy as I repeat the words. Is he serious? He wants to show me off. Does that mean he wants me to be his girlfriend?

  “Of course. I would not show up without the most beautiful girl in the city on my arm.” There's the arrogant tint that I'm so used to hearing in his voice. Usually, I would scowl at it, but knowing that he's talking about me makes it a bit more bearable.

  “I guess it's a date then.” I nuzzle back against him, happier than I've been in a long time.

  ***

  “Christ, Kira. No one has ever ridden my cock so good.” Parker's voice is tempered so that no one who is still working in the other offices around us can hear. Today he informed me that his accountant occupies the office to the right of the massage room, so we need to be quiet. It's hard to do that though when his giant cock is jammed up into me.

  I want to hear him moan. I like the way my name sounds on his lips when he's lost in pleasure. It's like a personal challenge to make him slip up. I bounce on his dick, ignoring the pain when he drills too deeply into me, ignoring the distinct slapping of our bodies that I'm sure that anyone on the other side of the door can hear.

  He reaches up and grabs both of my breasts. Perhaps their crude jiggling is more than he can handle. As he pinches my swollen nipples, I moan, biting my bottom lip to stifle the volume of it.

  “Fuck, I'm going to come. I can't handle it when you do that.” His hips press up into me, spurring me to pick up the pace. I love it when he comes. He looks so devastatingly attractive when he spills into me.

  I grind fiercely on him, feeling his cock thicken inside of me as it reaches its limits and his body explodes into orgasm. He latches onto my waist and forces me down on him to the point of pain. He's so deep inside, buried in my wetness. My clit throbs in approval before succumbing to the pleasure that's been building up inside of me as well. A gasp floats from my lips as I contract around him, our bodies reverberating into each other with unbridled desire.

  “Your body…” he breathes, though he's too exhausted to finish the sentence. I know what he means. I feel the same way about him.

  “Mm.” I smile as I collapse on top of him, using his broad chest as a pillow.

  “You came at the same time I did, didn't you?” He absentmindedly strokes my hair. His heart is hammering against my ear, only making me feel more satisfied that I was able to wear him out from on top.

  “Mm-hmm,” I purr, circling my fingertip around his nipple and marveling at the tiny blond hairs that cover his chest. From a distance, it looks like he shaves. That's not the case though. He's naturally smooth.

  “I enrolled you in massage classes today.” It seems like such a strange change of subject, but a welcome one. I had honestly wondered if he was being genuine when he offered to pay for my schooling, not that it matters now. It looks like we're going to be doing more fucking than massaging in this room.

  “Awesome. When do I start?” I don't really care anymore. I'm perfectly content with the way things are now. Besides, the thought of having to go to school on top of working a full-time job is exhausting, if not daunting. I'm hoping I can handle it.

  “You start next Monday. Classes are after work, and if you need to take any time off for tests or whatnot, just let me know. I'll email you all the details.” He bends to kiss me on top of the head. I love it that he doesn't seem to be in a rush. Then again, we still have about fifteen minutes left til the end of my shift.

  “Thank you… for everything.” I look up at him, using my hands as a cradle for my chin.

  “You're very welcome, beautiful one.” His expression is soft and kind. My heart swells with admiration for him. I just hope I'm not setting myself up to fall. He's everything I want and more. Smart, sweet, undeniably attractive, a great fuck. Fate was kind to throw us together in unlikely circumstances. Maybe we're really meant to be.

  “I'm happy.” It sounds stupid the second I say it, but it's true. Why I felt the need to share that with him, I'm not sure. My eyes lock onto his face to gauge his reaction.

  “And I'm addicted.”

  “Addicted?” I laugh. That was totally not the response I was expecting.

  “Addicted.” He nods.

  “What makes you say that?” I finally crawl off of him, allowing his flaccid cock to leave my body.

  He pulls himself into a sitting position and rests his back against the wall, staring into the distance as if he's choosing his words carefully. “I went out to a club this weekend.” It's a confession that strikes at my heart. I know why men like him go to clubs, and it's not just to drink with their buddies.

  “Oh.” I try not to seem too disappointed as I fidget with my fingers. In truth, I'm crushed. There's an immense jealousy coursing through me that I know shouldn't be there. Deep down, I always knew he was too good to be true. Why did I try to trick myself into thinking otherwise?

  “I picked up a girl,” he continues with short measured sentences. “I took her up to my room. I was going to fuck her.”

  Each word twists the knife deeper inside of me. I don't want to hear anymore, but I know I don't have any choice. What was supposed to be a sweet admission of his need for me is quickly turning dark. If he was truly addicted to me, he wouldn't be looking for sex in the first place.

  “I couldn't fuck her.” It's the expected response, but it doesn't dull the pain I'm feeling.

  “Why not?”

  “All I could think about was you. She wasn't as beautiful as you. Her face didn't look like yours. Her ass didn't have the same subtle curvature.” His finger lazily traces a path across my hip. “I didn't want her. I wanted you.”

  I bite my bottom lip, not having expected such an intimate explanation. My sex pulses with desire for him, and I'm embarrassed by my body's reaction. How is he so good with words? “So what happened?” I ask timidly.

  “I gave her money to get a cab and sent her on her way.” He shrugs lightly. “Then I came back up to my room and masturbated furiously to the thought of what we did in here on Friday night. It's all I've thought about when I pleasured myself. Now you've given me something else to fantasize about.” He turns to me and smiles before kissing the side of my head.

  “You're such a charmer.” I bump against him playfully.

  “It's not charm, Kira. It's the truth. I desire you more than I've ever desired a woman before. I think about this nonstop.” His hand slides over my thigh to get to the wetness between my legs. Reflexively, I splay myself out for him, giving him better access. When his index finger brushes over my clit, I moan softly. “I have to have this again. I need it. I need you.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  It's odd to think that our first dat
e is going to be at his Christmas party. Due to all the preparations that need to be made, we're not even arriving together. Parker has spent most of the day in the ballroom of the Marriott Rivercenter, and I'm just now getting to the room that he booked for us. I'm kind of glad he's not going to get to see me in my dress beforehand. I want it to be a surprise. I bought it specifically for this date. Specifically for him. He wanted me to be the most beautiful girl in the room, and I don't want to disappoint him.

  I wasn't exactly sure what to wear, so I decided to go extravagant, charging a gorgeous gold and black lace-up evening dress to my credit card along with a matching clutch and elegant black heels. It's more than I can afford, but I'll be getting paid in another week, so I'm not going to worry about it now.

  I'm honestly not sure what I'm more nervous about, being seen in public with him or spending our first night together alone. It's all I've dreamed about since he told me he wanted to share a room with me after the party. This is going to put our relationship on a whole new level.

  I wait until it's time for the party to start, then I leave the room to take the elevator downstairs. Parker said he'd meet me in the ballroom. It's kind of weird that he didn't offer to come up to the room and retrieve me beforehand, but I don't question it. He's probably busy greeting guests now.

  To my surprise, when I reach the open double doors that lead into the ballroom, it's already crowded inside. I'm relieved to see that I'm not overdressed. There are a lot of other women who are wearing gowns similar to mine, though not as pretty. As for the women themselves, a lot of them are gorgeous. Some of them I recognize from the office. Most of them I don't. He was right, it seems like the guest list is an equal mix of business associates and friends. At least, that's who I assume these other people are.

  I scan the crowd for Parker, making a detour at a table where champagne glasses have been lined up and filled for the guests. I've only been in the room for a few minutes, and my nerves are already shot. Where in the hell is he?