Until the Lightning Strikes: Happily Ever Alpha World

by Christensen, Elle

  She shook her head, clearly bewildered by my reaction. “I thought you wanted…no shoes, no underwear…” she trailed off.

  I threw the ragged pieces of Rachel’s dress to the ground and swiftly flipped her onto her stomach, removing the rest of the garment and unsnapping her bra. Holy fuck. Her ass was luscious, curved into a heart shape, and milky white. I groaned and ran my hands over the juicy globes. She moaned, and the sound fed my greedy need to own her. “You are more than welcome to go without panties at home. In fact, I highly encourage it.” I pinched one plump cheek to make sure she was listening.

  “Ok,” she muttered breathlessly.

  “But, if I catch you in a skirt or dress without panties outside our home, you will have a red ass for a week. Is that clear?” Rachel turned her head and peered at me with wide, uncertain eyes. I kept a firm expression on my face to hide my smile. She had no idea what to expect, but somehow, I knew what was going to happen next. I brought my hand down on one cheek in a sharp slap. Her jaw dropped, and she stared at me in shock. I kept our eyes locked as I gave the other side the same treatment. This time, her eyes slid closed as she moaned as her ass squirmed on the bed. I didn’t bother to hide my grin this time. Yeah, my girl defiantly had a naughty side cooped up in there. I’d begun to suspect it when I realized how fucking hot she got with dirty talk.

  “What’s the rule, baby?”

  Rachel dropped her head to the bed, breathing heavily. “Panties everywhere but at your house,” she mumbled. My eyes narrowed, but I decided now was not the time to get into where her home was.

  “What happens if you break the rule?” I asked smugly as I caressed the globes that now sported matching pink handprints. Fuck, that got me hot. My dick was leaking and making a mess of my slacks.

  “I get spanked?” she replied hesitantly.

  “Until your ass is cherry red,” I confirmed, making my point even stronger with another small slap to each butt cheek. I probably shouldn’t have done that because the next thing I knew, I was so consumed with need that I couldn’t get a grasp on myself and was instead running on pure animalistic instinct.

  I flipped Rachel over and tossed away her bra, then mumbled quietly to myself, “Burgundy and raspberry mixed together.”

  My eyes roved over her sexy body hungrily as I shed my clothes. Her blue pools grew bigger with every piece I removed until they locked on my large cock. “I don’t th-think—um—“ she stuttered nervously, her hands twisting in the blue comforter.

  “I know you’re small,” I crooned as I crawled onto the bed and covered her body with mine. “But it’ll fit, baby. I promise.” No longer able to wait, I sealed my mouth over hers and lowered myself down so we were skin to skin from chest to toes. “Oh, fuck yes,” I groaned against her lip. She was silky and smooth everywhere, and my cock fit snugly right between her thighs. I shifted, and when I slid easily against her, I could tell that she was drenched and ready for me. “Your pussy is already begging for my cock, baby.”

  Our kiss turned ravenous, and I couldn’t help rubbing against her, searching for relief but finding myself only growing more frantic as she whimpered and moaned into my mouth. I grabbed on to her hips (I fucking loved that I could do that) and then glided them up until I cupped her tits. They were spectacular, big and round, double Ds, if I’d had to guess. Shit. I needed to get ahold of myself before I came on top of her like a horny teenager. I’d never been a boob man but fuck, I knew these were going to become an obsession. I licked each of her nipples and whispered, “You are so fucking gorgeous.” My breath floated across the wet tips making her shiver. “I love how you respond to me. So sensitive.”

  I took turns sucking each bud into my mouth and leaving little love bites that were reddened from my whiskers. “Seeing my mark on you is driving me crazy,” I told her through clenched teeth. “I can’t last much longer. I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you so deep I’ll always be a part of you.”

  “Yes,” Rachel hissed as she writhed beneath me. The more I worked her body, the louder she grew, calling my name and bucking her hips. I lifted enough to look down and see my cock shiny and sticky with her juices. I slipped a hand between us and pressed down on her little bundle of nerves. “Holy shit!” she yelled, making me grin. I circled it twice, rubbed it a few times, then pinched hard at the same time I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and pressed her head into the mattress as she screamed my name over and over until the shudders started to subside.

  I didn’t wait long, wanting to use the after effects of her orgasm to ease my way in. I grabbed a condom from my nightstand, where I’d stashed them in the morning and sheathed myself. Then I moved my cock into position and braced myself on one arm so I could watch as I slowly sunk inside her. “Shit, shit, shit.” It was too good; she was so fucking tight, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to hold back. I worked myself in carefully, letting her stretch around my wide girth before feeding her another half an inch, then repeating the process. When I hit the thin barrier of her virginity, I twisted my body so I was covering her completely and kissed her with all the passion I felt as I drove in the rest of the way. She gasped, and her body went still. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered as I peppered her face with kisses. I was dying to move so I sent up a prayer of thanks when Rachel shifted a few seconds later and moaned.

  “Holy cow,” she breathed. “You feel amazing.”

  I dropped my head into the hollow of her neck and smiled at her wondrous tone. “It’s better than I could have ever imagined,” I groaned. I lifted my head to watch her face as I moved, retreating just an inch or two, then sliding back in. “You’re tight as fuck, baby.” My voice was gritty from the strain in my muscles as I tried to hold back. Her pussy was wrapped so tight around my dick that it was a fight to move. “Damn, I can barely get out. I’m almost afraid I’m going to break off inside you.” Rachel’s tits bounced when she chuckled, but it melted into a whimper when I managed to pull out a little more and thrust back in a little harder.

  “Tell me what you want, Rachel,” I purred. “I know how to make you feel good, but I want to hear it from you, to give you exactly what you need. I’ll always give you what you want.”

  “More,” she moaned.

  “More what, baby?”

  I stilled my movement, and she opened her eyes, staring up at me with a glazed expression. “Tell me, baby. Say the words.”

  She looked a little confused at first, and then she seemed to pick up on my demand. “Oh, um, what you were doing felt good.” I chuckled and shook my head. She pouted for a second then gulped in a breath of air and spoke fast. “Harder.”

  I pulled back and punched my hips, driving deep and groaning in sheer ecstasy. “Like that?” I asked.

  “Oh, hell yes.”

  “What else?” I grunted as I slowly dragged my cock out and thrust back in so hard the bed banged into the wall.

  Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist and she squeezed, knocking the wind out of me while her pussy strangled my cock. “Faster,” she moaned, undulating her hips, mimicking what she wanted from me.

  I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth as I pumped hard and fast a few times. “Liam! Yes! More,” she demanded. I sped up and pushed in with more force. “Let go,” Rachel panted.

  I pulled out and stopped, staring down at her. “What?”

  She grabbed me around the neck and yanked my face down close to hers. “I know you’re holding back. Let the fuck go.”

  I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked or turned on. “Baby, it’s your first time,” I tried to argue. “I don’t want to take you too hard, and if I let myself off the leash, I could hurt you.” Rachel let go of my neck with one hand and stunned the fuck out of me when she smacked me on the ass.

  “Whatever I want,” she reminded me.

  I was about to protest again when she reached between us and grasped my dick, as much as she could get her hand around; jacking it twice and rolling h
er thumb over the tip. “Oh fuck,” I grunted as I bucked into her hand. Then she lined it up with her pussy and used her legs as leverage to slam her hips up, taking me deep. “Fuck!” I roared.

  As fast as I could, I moved us so we were at the top of the bed, then I unhooked her legs and spread them wide, pushing them up to her chest and leaning my upper body on them to keep them in place. I spread my own legs and grabbed onto the headboard. Rachel lifted up as much as she could and traced my lips with her tongue. “Fuck me so hard I won’t be able to move tomorrow without knowing who owns this pussy.”

  Her filthy words were like tossing a match on a pile of tinder soaked in gasoline. I changed the angle of my thrusts to make sure I would hit just the right spot. My hands clenched so hard that my knuckles turned white and used the leverage to slam into Rachel as hard as I could. “Yes!” she shouted. I started up a punishing rhythm, giving myself over to the mating instinct and losing myself completely as I fucked her like an animal. The bed banged into the wall, and the mattress squeaked (quite a feat considering it was a five thousand dollar mattress) as I pounded Rachel into it.

  “Oh, fuck! Rachel! Fuck!” I bellowed when I felt the bite of Rachel’s nails as she dug her fingers into my ass, holding on for dear life. “Squeeze that pussy, baby,” I commanded harshly. “Take me deep, oh yeah. You want me to fuck you until you feel me for days?” I grunted. She cried out, and her walls clamped down on my cock. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t even fucking sit without feeling like my cock is still in you, owning you.” My balls started to draw up as the tingling the bottom of my spine intensified; I wasn’t going to last much longer. Dropping my head, I stared at Rachel’s beautiful face as she cried out my name, her head thrown back, eyes shut, thrusting her tits up like as offering. I took it.

  I sucked and bit, then licked to soothe the sting before doing it all over again. “These tits,” I growled. “They were made just for me. Like your tight little pussy.”

  “Liam! I’m going to, ohmigosh, I’m so close!”

  “Who owns this body? These big tits, that sexy pussy?”

  “You, Liam. Yes! Please don’t stop!”

  “Not a fucking chance in hell of that happening,” I snarled.

  “Give it to me!” she begged.

  “You want my cum, baby? It that what you’re asking for?”

  She nodded frantically. “Please, please, please.” Her pussy began to spasm, and she started screaming as I fucked her with everything I had. A few seconds later, my release thundered through me, rocking my world onto another axis and I knew I would never be the same. Rachel was now the sun that I revolved around.

  11

  Rachel

  “Rise and shine, sleepy head.”

  My lips tipped up in a smile at the sound of Liam’s voice. I opened my eyes to see him standing beside the bed holding a tray with eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, orange juice, and a daisy in a cute little vase. Then I got distracted by his muscular chest and the sexy v shown off by low hanging sleep pants. “Eyes up here, baby,” he scolded playfully. I giggled and shifted to sit up then flopped back down with a groan. Good grief. My body was one big ache, but, it came with a deliciously satisfied feeling.

  Liam set the tray on the nightstand and put one knee on the bed before bending over me and searching my face. “Are you okay?” He looked genuinely worried and little ashamed. “I shouldn’t have let you goad me into being so rough with you. Especially not for your first time.”

  Fighting not to wince, I forced myself to sit up and try to look as though I wasn’t sore. “Liam, I asked you to do those things to me, and it was amazing.” He didn’t look convinced. “You promised to always give me what I want,” I reminded him.

  His brow furrowed and he skewered me with a reproving frown. “I will give you anything unless I think it is dangerous or could hurt you.”

  “Can I help it if sex with you is dangerous?” I said, suppressing a laugh. “You’re wielding one heck of a weapon there, Mr. Bennet.” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and he cracked a smile. Standing back up, he sighed and grabbed the tray again.

  “Alright, baby. Eat your breakfast.” I grinned and carefully scooted back until I was sitting up against the headboard. He set the tray in my lap before settling in beside me and stealing a piece of bacon. When I looked over my breakfast, I noticed he’d also brought a couple of aspirin, and I sent him a silent thank you, not wanting to bring it up again.

  “Speaking of last night.” I’d just stuck a forkful of eggs into my mouth, so I just looked at him and waited. “Where did my little virgin learn to say all those dirty things?” He asked casually.

  I choked on my eggs and swallowed them too fast, causing me to start coughing uncontrollably. Liam patted my back until I was able to catch my breath and stop hacking up my lung. I could only imagine how red my face was, but I hoped he thought it was from choking and not embarrassment.

  When I glanced up, he was still looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. “What?” I said with a defensive sniff. “I read.”

  A grin slowly spread across Liam’s handsome face, and I fought the urge to hide under the covers. “I think I need to take a look at these books.”

  “Um, yeah. That is so never going to happen,” I stated emphatically with a shake of my head. He shrugged carelessly but didn’t lose the sly smile, and it made me suspicious. He changed the subject as I started to eat again and we chatted lightly until I was almost done. I was about to pick up my last piece of bacon when he snatched it off my plate and bit off half of the strip. I gasped and scowled at him. “A man could lose a hand for stealing bacon from a woman,” I grumbled. He smiled innocently and shoved the rest of it in his mouth, making me laugh.

  Liam planted a quick kiss on my lips before jumping out of bed and picking up the tray. “We’ve got class in a couple of hours, and I want to go over some TA stuff with you before, so get your pretty ass up and get ready,” he tossed over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

  I dragged myself out of bed and grabbed my bag from his truly spectacular closet, then went into the most amazing bathroom I’d ever seen. The shower had five freaking heads! Considering how sore I was, the hot spray on so much of my body felt amazing. Once I felt more relaxed and refreshed, I turned off the water and opened the glass door then jumped when I saw Liam casually leaning against the sink. His arms were folded over his chest, one ankle crossed over the other, and his brown eyes were practically devouring me. Goosebumps popped out all over my skin and my nipples puckered under his stare. I reach out to grab the towel I’d left hanging on the hook beside the door, but when I swiped at air, my eyes frantically darted around until I spied it resting on the counter near Liam’s hip. It’s proximity to his groin region drew my gaze, and I noticed the tent he was sporting in his sleep pants.

  I sighed and gave up feeling modest, deciding that screwing with him would be so much more fun. I cocked a hip out and planted a hand on it while running the other through my wet hair, effectively thrusting my chest forward. My inner she-devil grinned when I licked my lips, and his hands tightened where they were clutching his biceps while his pants grew even tighter. “If you wanted a closer look, you should have joined me,” I sassed.

  Liam pressed his lips together in a firm line as he stared at me with tumultuous eyes and I wondered if he was about to break. But then he stood to his full height and tossed the towel at me as he retreated farther away from my wet, naked body.

  Uh…what the French toast? I began to feel self-conscious again until Liam spoke, his voice sounding strained. “If I got in the shower with all that”—he gestured up and down my body—“not only would we never make it to the school on time, you’d run the risk of never walking again. Your body needs rest, baby. And, you are too fucking tempting.”

  Warmth seeped into every part of me, and I wanted to run over and throw my arms around him, but he gave me a warning look and pointed toward the bathroom door. I grinned before spinnin
g on my heel and wiggling my ass as I sauntered into the bedroom. The sound of his tortured groan had me burying my face in the warm, fluffy towel to muffle my giggles. When he popped his head out the door and glared at me, I doubled over with laughter. “You are so gonna get it later, baby,” he muttered as he disappeared once more. A delicious shiver skated over my skin. I couldn’t wait for later.

  * * *

  “Dr. Bennet? Is there anything else I can do for you?” Hillary asked as she hovered in the doorway to Liam’s office. I was at his desk helping to develop a new syllabus for one of his classes next semester, and the entrance was on my right. So I kept my eyes glued to the computer screen to avoid being seen making faces, such as the cringing I was currently doing. Her overly eager tone made me want to vomit. I was so glad today was her last day working with me. While she’d hadn’t been overtly rude to me, just cold and standoffish, I was tired of watching her try so hard to get Liam’s attention. It gave me no small amount of satisfaction that he barely even noticed her half of the time. To be fair though, she didn’t appear to be interested in him romantically. I sensed that it was more of a magnified hero-worship. She was always trying to earn his approval and persistently giving her opinion that he should have an apprentice. Of course, she graciously offered to be the first one. Gag.

  Since it was halfway through the semester, Liam had thought it might be helpful for me to have Hillary’s help as I transitioned into the position. It had been plain from the very beginning that she felt she was more suited to be his assistant, mainly because she was an “artist” and I was a scholar. At first, I spent a little time worrying that she was right, but when I mentioned it to Liam, he’d scoffed at the idea. After dinner that night, he’d sat me down, and we’d gone through the portfolios of some students he’d taught years ago. He asked me to assess their works and give him my honest opinion about their potential. Then, he showed me some of the current works for ones who had continued pursuing art. He asked me about the origins of their inspiration, their styles, who their target audiences were, and other questions that dug into the meaning of each piece.