Hard At Work (A Dark Alpha Romance) (Nice and Dirty Series Book 3)

by Lola StVil

ARIA

  My heart pounds so hard it feels like it will break free from my chest. It’s finally happening. I’m finally in Colton’s arms, and he’s kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. My lips tingle where his touch. Where his hands sit on my back, pushed up beneath my sweater, my skin pulses. The feeling washes through me, and it makes my clit throb in a way that makes me want to grab Colton’s hand and press it against me.

  Colton’s tongue is in my mouth, exploring every inch of it, interlocking with my tongue. He kisses me like a man starved of oxygen who is finally able to breathe. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone. It’s like he’s awoken a primal need deep inside me, and I can feel nervous excitement swirling through my stomach at what’s to come.

  I wrap my arms around him, pulling him tighter against me. I can feel his hard cock pressed against me again, but to feel it there isn’t enough. I need to feel it inside me. I need to feel him filling me, taking my virginity and making me a woman.

  He steps back, and I feel empty, my mouth craving more. I don’t have to wait long. He pulls my sweater over my head, and our mouths find each other again as he throws it on the floor. As we kiss, I reach out, suddenly feeling shy. I begin to unbutton his shirt. I push the jacket and shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Electric sparks go through me as I run my hands over the muscles in his arms. I bring my hands back up, lightly running my fingertips over his skin. I move my hands down his chest, my palms flat.

  I feel a rush of wetness in my pussy as I feel his pecs and rock-hard abs. He unhooks my bra and wrenches it free from my arms. He moves his lips from mine, kissing down my neck, leaving a trail of warmth and tingling.

  He moves his head to the side and flicks his tongue over my nipple. I feel a delicious, almost painful sensation flood my stomach, and I feel my pussy clench in response to his warm tongue. As he works on my nipple, his hands move lower and he opens my pants and pushes them down. I step out of them and kick them away.

  He moves his head up from my nipple and looks at me with a look so dark and hot that I gasp in a breath as my pussy screams for him.

  “Are you ready?” he asks, his voice low, full of lust.

  I nod, suddenly not trusting myself to speak.

  “Good,” he says. “Because you’re mine now, Aria. You’re mine forever. I’ve claimed your mouth, your breasts. And now I’m going to claim that hot pussy of yours.”

  He reaches out and runs his finger over me through my panties as he says it. He moans low in his throat, and I know he can feel how wet I am. His fingers move over me again, and I swallow hard as I feel pulses of heat and electric currents swirling through my clit. He brings his hand up and pulls my panties roughly down. They drop to the ground.

  I feel a shiver go through me as I stand naked in front him. I feel suddenly self-conscious, but one look at Colton’s face as he drinks me in tells me I don’t need to be. He is looking at me almost in awe. He swallows hard and then pulls me into his arms again. He kisses me, a long, hungry kiss that sets my heart racing and makes me moan. I press my thighs together as my pussy aches for him, trying to quell the sensation that is overpowering everything. The need for him.

  I reach out and unbutton his pants. I push them down. I stroke his cock through his boxers, and he moans into my mouth as his tongue probes me. I push my hand inside his boxers and grip his shaft, moving my hand up and down. He’s so hard, and I know he wants me as badly as I want him.

  He backs me into the couch without breaking our kiss. My hand still moves on his cock. It’s huge, and for the first time, I feel a bundle of nerves tighten in my stomach at the thought of him penetrating me. I push the nerves aside, determined to enjoy this. I’ve waited so long for him that I want to enjoy every single second.

  I feel the couch on the back of my legs. Colton holds me, not letting me sit down on it. He pulls back from the kiss. He smiles at me, and I instantly relax. He puts his hand on my face and caresses my cheek.

  “Get ready to feel alive for the first time,” he whispers.

  He pushes his boxers down and kicks them and his pants away. His hard cock is finally free, pointing at me. I swallow hard again as I drink it in greedily. Colton sits down on the couch and pulls me into his lap, facing away from him. He pulls me against his chest. I can feel his cock poking into my butt cheek, his warm breath on my neck.

  He runs his fingers down my body, between my breasts and over my stomach. He stops when his fingers rest on the outside of my lips.

  “You are mine,” he says in a voice so full of lust that I feel myself getting wetter. “I’m going to claim your clit and make it fucking sing.”

  It turns me on so much to know that I can make him sound like that. Knowing how much he wants me only makes me want him more. I need him to touch me, to unleash me. I move my hand down to his and press against it, pressing it tighter to me.

  He leans forward and kisses my neck, and finally, he parts my lips and presses his fingers to my clit. A jolt of pleasure stabs me and ripples outward from his touch. My heart races as his fingers go to work. He rubs my clit, working it between his fingers. He sucks on my neck, sending goose bumps through me. He moves his mouth, his fingers still working on me.

  I turn my head and bring my arm up, wrapping it around his head, pushing his mouth to mine. Our lips meet as Colton presses harder on my clit. I start to turn, to lift my body toward him, but Colton holds me in place.

  His hand works my clit, harder, faster. His other hand moves back to my breast, and he rubs my nipple between his thumb and finger until it’s so hard I can feel it pulling my breast down.

  I break our kiss, gasping for air as sensations of heat course through my whole body. He squeezes my nipple hard enough to make me cry out, and at the same time, he presses down hard on my clit. There’s no slow buildup, no rising through waves of gentle pleasure. Instead, my first orgasm is torn from me in one expert motion. I feel my pussy clench, my back arch, my toes curl, my legs buckle. The electric pleasure bursts through my clit and up into my stomach, my breasts tingling, the skin there now so sensitive to the touch that the warmth from Colton’s hand resting there brings forth another delicious wave.

  I can hardly breathe as the sensation swirls through me, gripping me in its delicious fingers. Colton presses on my clit, and I cry out as a rush of warm wetness runs from my pussy, coating Colton’s thighs. I whisper his name as I am thrown through a whirling maelstrom of pulsing ecstasy that makes me feel more alive than I have ever felt before.

  My pussy clenches again and again, a strange but wonderful feeling. Colton moves his hand from my clit, putting it on my stomach and holding me while I come down from the orgasm on a sea of warm delight.

  When I trust myself to speak again, I shift slightly so I’m facing him.

  “Wow,” I say.

  He smiles at me, a look of amusement. “You like that?”

  I nod. “Oh my God, yes.”

  “That was just a warmup. Main event to follow. Just you fucking wait.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  COLTON

  I am doing everything I can to hold myself back as Aria sits on my lap, her head resting against my shoulder as she gets her breath back. I am coated in a sticky layer of her juices. I felt every wave as they coated me. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle; having her in my arms makes me want to slam her down and fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk for days. But I have to hold back. I warned her it wouldn’t be gentle, and it won’t be, but I know she won’t be able to take my full hunger right now. I have to start slow, break her in, claim her. And then I will let her unleash me. I will devour every inch of her, as I bring parts of her she didn’t know existed to life.

  I want so badly to claim her pussy with my cock, but first, I want to claim her with my tongue. I want to taste her juices, to drink her in. I want to show her just how good her pussy can make her feel.

  I stand up, easing her to her feet. She looks at me questioningly, and I sm
ile.

  “Do you trust me, Aria?”

  “Yes,” she says without a second’s hesitation.

  “Good. I’m going to send you over the edge. I need you to know I won’t hurt you, and if it gets too intense, I can bring you back.”

  I study her face, her eyes, as I say it. I don’t see even the tiniest flicker of doubt or fear. Instead, I see only lust. She’s eager for this, ready for it. My angel wants me to make her fly. I lead her to the end of the couch and turn her so she’s facing the couch, the arm pressed against her thighs.

  “Bend forward and spread your legs.”

  She does it without hesitation. I stand back, admiring her. Her ass is in the air, her pussy on show. I can see the moisture glistening on her pussy from the orgasm she just had. God, I have to taste her. I run my finger through her lips, feeling the wetness. She sucks in a breath.

  I fall to my knees and move closer to her. I can smell her scent, musky and fresh. I can almost taste her even before I start to lick. I push on the bottom of her legs, forcing them open further, making her stretch out her pussy. Her lips are red and swollen, covered in a layer of wetness. She is more than ready for me.

  I grab her hips and push my face into her slit. I taste her salty juices. I lap the juices from her, listening to her breathing quicken as my tongue moves through her lips and toward her clit. I find her clit, and she moans as I press my tongue on it, licking it roughly. She squirms against me, grinding herself harder against my tongue.

  Oh, she wants to play games. I can play games with the best of them.

  I pull back slightly, removing my tongue from her clit. I wait for a second and then dive back in, sucking her clit into my mouth and making her cry out. I release it and lick it again. I build up a rhythm, working her into a frenzy. She moans again.

  I move away from her clit, licking every inch of her lips, moving toward her pussy. I lick around the edge of it, teasing her. I stiffen my tongue and push it an inch inside her. She cries out as I move my tongue in and out of her. She starts to thrust her hips in time with my tongue, fucking my face. She squirts out another rush of hot juices, coating my lips and chin with her desire. It sends a shock wave through my cock, and for a moment I have to stop. I breathe heavily through my nostrils, fighting to stay in control of myself.

  Her seductive reactions to my tongue bring out the animal in me. I want to grab her hips and impale her, forcing her all the way onto my cock. I want to stretch her, hurt her, make her scream my name. I keep breathing until the sensation passes.

  I move back to Aria’s clit, blowing gently. I see the goose bumps rising on her thighs and her outer lips. I suck her clit into my mouth again, hard, and she makes a strangled, gasping sound. I suck hard and hold it, stretching it, claiming it as mine.

  I release it and lap it gently, building up my pace until she’s panting for breath and moaning my name.

  “Oh my God, please, make me … ah-a-ahh-again,” she says.

  I keep licking her until I know she’s right on the edge, and then I stop. I hear her frustrated intake of breath, her moan as she exhales. I don’t give her time to coast all the way back down. I get to my feet and run my fingers through her lips, pressing down on her clit.

  I want to claim her pussy with my cock, but first, I will claim her with my fingers. She needs stretching a little, priming to take my cock. I press on her clit again, and I’m rewarded with a whimper as her pussy clenches. I move my fingers back through her lips until I reach her opening.

  I don’t give her any warning. I push two fingers inside her. Her pussy is so tight that it makes my cock ache for her. She grips me like a vise as I force my fingers inside her. Her pussy tightens more, clenching around me, trying to stop me from entering her sacred passage.

  I touch her hip with my other hand, gently caressing her.

  “Relax, Aria,” I say.

  She loosens slightly, but she’s still so fucking tight. I move my fingers in deeper, pushing all the way in. I feel her breathe out, letting go. I move my fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, letting her get used to the sensation. I push my fingers open, stretching her. I add my thumb, rubbing fast and hard. She gasps as her pussy opens. I keep moving my fingers in and out of her, while massaging her clit with my thumb, and then I find her center and press down on it hard.

  She cries out. I keep the pressure on it, feeling her tightening again as her body adjusts to this new, alien sensation. I massage it and move my other hand around to the front of her body, pressing on her clit again. I work my hands in time with each other, pulling her through waves of pleasure.

  Her breath is coming in loud gasps that rack her body. She’s shaking, her legs turning to jelly as I relentlessly work her most sensitive, sweetest spots. She slips forward, her arms no longer able to take her weight. She lies over the arm of the couch, her chest pressed to it, her arms flopping at her sides.

  I pause for a second, and then I press hard simultaneously on her clit and her center. She sucks in a tortured breath and holds it, suspended in space and time as her orgasm blooms through her.

  Her back is rigid. I can see her vertebrae standing out against her sweat-soaked skin. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, forcing them to be still, pushing them ever tighter against her g-spot. It tightens further, and a stream of warm juice builds at her entrance, running down my wrist.

  I squeeze her clit between two fingers, and she lets out the breath she’s been holding in a shuddering sigh. She pulls in another tortured breath, and when I squeeze her clit again, she lets the breath out in a raw scream. The scream turns into my name partway through, and my cock pulses, responding to her call.

  She lets go, going over the edge and coming hard. Her pussy goes wild, clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing. Her clit throbs so hard that I can feel the vibrations of it through my fingers.

  With a final shudder, she flops, her knees buckling, and starts to sink to the ground. I catch her, holding her hips in place. I flip her over so she’s on her back and pull her into a sitting position on the couch’s arm. I step forward and wrap my arms around her, and she sags against my chest as she tries to get her breath back.

  I gently stroke her back. As her breathing returns to normal, I pull back from her slightly and look at her face. Her cheeks are pink from her orgasm; her eyes look heavy, full of lust. She smiles, her lips swollen.

  I kiss her forehead.

  “You,” I say.

  I kiss her nose.

  “Are.”

  I run my lips gently over hers, teasing her with my light touch.

  “Mine.”

  I lean in and kiss her hard on the mouth. I push my hands up her back and into her hair, pressing her face tighter against mine. She responds to my kiss, thrusting her eager tongue into my mouth. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me against her. My cock is pressed against the outside of her lips. I can feel the heat from her, the moisture. My cock is screaming at me. I need to be inside her.

  Her hands move up and down my back and sides, exploring my body, sending a series of shivers through me where she touches my skin. She moves her hands to my shoulders, running them down my arms.

  I pull my lips from hers and cup her face in my hands.

  “Are you ready to give yourself to me, Aria? All of you. Are you ready to be claimed as mine?”

  She nods.

  “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Take me, Colton. Make me yours,” she says.

  My cock twitches again, insistent now. I can’t fight this feeling much longer. Aria leans into me. She runs her tongue up my neck and over my earlobe.

  “Fuck me, Colton. Take what is yours.”

  That does it. My cock is in command now. I lift her from the arm of the couch and walk around to the front of it. I lay her on the couch and position myself between her legs. I push her thighs further apart, drinking in the sight of her. I run my finger from her opening to her clit. She gasps at my touch, her back momentari
ly arching.

  I grab the base of my cock and line it up with her opening. I need to be inside her, to have her pussy squeeze my cock, milking me. But first, I have to make sure she’s really ready for this. I have to give her a chance to change her mind, as hard as it will be if she says no.

  “Are you ready?” I ask.

  She nods. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

  Her face has changed slightly. She looks a little unsure of herself, no longer the confident vixen that reached out and jerked me off.

  “Are you nervous?” I ask.

  “A little,” she says. “Will it hurt?”

  I don’t want to lie to her. “Yeah, a little bit at first. But it’s not much, and it won’t hurt for long. Just relax and trust me.”

  She smiles at me and nods. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

  I thrust my hips, penetrating her, pushing my cock into her in one smooth stroke, taking what is mine, claiming her pussy. She sucks in a breath, her muscles tensing. I can feel her pussy tightening around my cock.

  I run my fingers lightly down her stomach as I pull partway out and then move back in again. She starts to relax a little, and by the third stroke, her muscles aren’t rigid anymore. I look her in the eye, and she nods at me.

  I pull almost to the edge of her and then ram into her, forcing her pussy open, stretching her, filling her, making her mine for life. Her head goes back, and she gasps again, but this gasp doesn’t sound pained. It is a gasp of pleasure.

  I lower my body over hers, supporting myself on my elbows. I kiss her as I thrust into her. She brings her legs up, wrapping them around me, pushing me further into her. She moves her hips, matching my thrusts with desperate ones of her own.

  She clings to me, her fingers digging into my back, sending pulses through my body. Her pussy is so fucking tight, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. My cock is going wild as I plunge in and out of her.

  I up my pace, fucking her with short, fast strokes that hit her g-spot. She gasps for breath, her eyes wild and rolling in their sockets. She sinks her nails into my back, breaking the skin. The stinging pain assaults me, spurring me on.