The Dirty Dozen: Alpha Edition

by Kay Maree

  What the heck did I just do?!

  ****

  Last night was… interesting. I wasn't usually the type of girl to hook up with a guy the first night I meet them, but Shawn made me feel things my body hasn't felt in a long time. A very long time.

  I forgot to set my alarm last night, but lucky for me I have inconsiderate neighbors who like to cut their grass early in the mornings. I managed to make it on time and even had the chance to speak with my dad a bit this morning before the office started to get busy. Now I was in my office waiting for Stassi to get in, so I could hear about the rest of her evening.

  "'Morning, beautiful," Stassi sings as she enters our office 2 hours late.

  "Well, good morning to you too. I take it last night was even better?" I ask, spinning my chair in the direction of her desk. She doesn't answer, but the permanent smile plastered across her face tells me all I need to know.

  "Did the boss man come looking for me?"

  "Nope, you're in the clear."

  "Good, my dad said if Mr. Foster calls and complains about me one more time he's taking me out of the will."

  "Richard calls your dad when you're late? Is that some sort of small-town thing?" I laugh at the absurdity of the idea.

  "Yeah, something like that. The Fosters and The Moores go back a long way. All the way back to the origin of the town. That's why it's call Fostmore."

  "No way!"

  "Yes, way. So, the people here kind of look to us as sort of royals of the town." I try and hold in a chuckle as I imagine what that must have been like for a wild child like Stas. "My dad and Richard don't necessarily get along, but there is a mutual respect there. That's actually how I got my job here. When I dropped out of college and came home with no plan, my dad said I had to work somewhere, or he'd put me out. So, I chose here to spite him. It helps that Mr. Foster loves me."

  Just as she finishes, I hear a chime come from my computer.

  "Well, your highness some of us actually have work to get back to," I say sarcastically before returning my attention to my screen, barely catching her sticking her tongue out at me.

  I move my mouse to wake up my screen and nearly fall out of my chair when I see the sender of my most recent email. Shawn had somehow found out my work email, and now I was staring at a formal request for dinner tonight. I checked over my shoulder to make sure Stassi wasn't watching my monitor. She was grinning down at her phone screen and giggling to herself, so I quickly hit reply.

  I don't think that's a good idea. How did you get my email anyway?

  I hit send and chew on my nails as I wait for a response. Not even 5 minutes later my computer chimes with a new email alert.

  All government emails are first name.last name@agency.gov around here. It really wasn't that hard. And I won't be taking no for an answer. Especially after tasting you last night. My place or yours?

  My cheeks light up a shade of red I've never seen before, and my lady bits throb at the memory of what happened last night. I double-check that she isn't reading over my shoulder. Should I say yes? No! I can't. I can't allow myself to get distracted when I'm here to grow a relationship with my father. Dating would just be a distraction from that, and I just can't commit to someone in that way right now. I hit reply and will myself to be strong and firm in my reply.

  Officer Banks,

  While I am flattered by your request, I do not think it's a good idea that we continue to see one another going forward. I've been given the opportunity to build a new life for myself, and I cannot afford to be distracted by a relationship at the moment.

  P.S. you probably shouldn't send messages about how good I taste from your work email.

  Regards,

  Londyn

  Professional and precise. I lock my screen and grab my coffee cup to head to the break room for my mid-morning refill. Before I'm able to fully make it out of the door, I hear my computer chime again.

  "My gosh. Aren't you miss popular this morning,"

  "Uh yeah," I panic and stumble. "It's H.R. There's an issue with my entry paperwork."

  She seems to buy it, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. I sit my cup down on my desk and lean over the back of my chair to unlock my screen.

  Londyn

  Who said anything about a relationship? What's wrong with two consenting adults sharing a meal, you have to eat anyway.

  P.S. You're probably right, I shouldn't be emailing you about how bad I want to bury my face between your legs while you beg me for release. But there's one tiny problem. I don't have your phone number. I guess you should probably send that next.

  Shawn

  Ok, I wasn't expecting that. My body was on high alert now, and I had to force myself to stop squeezing my thighs together. He was right, I did have to eat, and I mean would it really be the end of the world if I had an orgasm or two after dinner? I chewed on my bottom lip as I contemplated my reply.

  Shawn

  555-555-3257. 7 o'clock tonight. My place don't be late.

  Londyn.

  I hit send before the blood can return from between my legs and back to my brain to stop me. I lock the screen again, grab the cup and my cell and head to the break room.

  There's a sign above the coffee machine that says if you take the last of the coffee, you need to make a new batch. Well, today is my second day, and twice now I've been greeted by an empty pot. I sit my things down and start making a fresh pot when I notice my cellphone screen light up. It's a new text from an unknown number, and electricity shoots through my body. How does he have this strong of an effect over me?

  I swipe in my passcode and save the number before reading the message.

  Officer Banks: I won't be late. Don't bother with clothes, they're coming off as soon as I get there.

  Londyn: What about dinner?

  Officer Banks: Make whatever you like, I'm feasting on you tonight.

  Londyn: How about steaks for dinner and me for dessert?

  Officer Banks: Londyn, I haven't been able to get the way you taste, and the sexy sounds you make when you come for me out of my mind since I left last night. There's no way I'm going to be able to sit through a meal without taking you on the fucking table.

  Londyn: Ok. See you tonight, Officer Banks.

  Officer Banks: See you tonight, beautiful.

  I pour myself a cup of coffee and head back to my desk. Tonight is going to be a really good night.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  I usually drive pretty carefully, maintaining the speed limits and coming to a full stop at stop signs, but tonight I was flying through the streets like a bat out of hell. 6 o'clock couldn't come soon enough, and I had made a quick pit stop by my house to take a quick shower. I thought about changing out of my uniform, but her insisting on calling me Officer Banks makes me think she'd prefer if I had it on. So instead, I change into a clean uniform before jetting back out of the door.

  I look over to where she was sitting just the night before at the two dozen roses I had my assistant pick up for me while she was out on her lunch break. She begged all day for me to tell her who they were really for after I told her they were for my mother. Something about how guys don't buy fuck me roses for their moms. I couldn't blame her though, people in small towns are outright nosy. They can't help it, it's in their DNA, and it had been a while since I had shown interest in a woman. Four years to be exact.

  I had all but sworn off women except for the rare hookup here or there, but there was something about Londyn Hollis that drove me absolutely insane in the best way. I couldn't tell if it was the way she smelled of fruit and vanilla, if it was that sexy, smart mouth of hers, or if it was that rack of hers that had been perfectly sculpted by God to fit into the palm of my hands. When I saw her again at the bar last night, I tried to fight the urge to go and speak to her, but when I saw her take those shots my need to protect her kicked in. She was there with Stassi Moore, a great girl but not really someone you can rely o
n when she's drunk. I was watching the way the men in the bar watched her, and it was making my blood boil. I knew she didn't belong to me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I wanted her to. I tried to fight it the whole car ride back, but what kind of man would I be to leave a lady begging for release without at least one orgasm.

  I thought I could please her and be on my way. Like I could just finger fuck her out of my system, but man was I wrong. Last night had only made my craving for her stronger. So intense that coming twice in the shower once I got home still wasn't enough to get her out of my system.

  Before I know it, I emerge from my thoughts, and I'm already parked outside her house. It's tiny but perfect for a single woman like herself. She had lucked out finding it as new properties are rarely on the market here. I step out of the car and reach across the seat to grab the flowers before shutting the door behind me. The walk up her short walkway feels like it lasts forever, as I listen to the sound of my heart pulsing through my ears. This must be how addicts feel right before a fix.

  I press the doorbell and stand back, listening for her steps. My cock jumps at the sound of heels clicking as she slowly approaches the other side of the door, and my mouth drops open at the sight of her when she answers. She's standing in the doorway in an apron with nothing but light pink lace bra and panties underneath.

  "Are those for me?" She gestures toward the flowers in my hand with an oversized spoon.

  I'm at a complete loss for words, as all of the blood in my body races toward my erection. She smiles at my lack of ability to form sentences and steps to the side to let me in.

  "Dinner is almost ready. I hope you like spaghetti, Officer Banks."

  I step inside and sit the flowers on the tiny table right beside the door before shutting the door and pinning her up against it.

  "I've waited all fucking day for this." My lips crash into hers as I drop my right hand between us moving the apron aside and making a b line for her warm, tight center. "Naughty girl, you're already so wet for me," I groan against her lips. She responds by dropping the spoon and spreading her legs a little wider for me.

  I rub small circles over her clit over her panties, and she moans and bucks against my fingers. I slide two fingers beneath the thin fabric and run them from front to back along the soaking wet slit of her pussy.

  "Look at me," I demand as I remove my fingers from between her legs and bring them up to my mouth. I want her to watch me taste her. Her eyes open as I fist a handful of her hair with my other hand tilting her head up to look at me. I put both fingers in my mouth, sucking off every drop of her sweet nectar, and she moans at the sight.

  "Turn around," I whisper.

  "What?"

  "Turn around and face the door." She does as she's told, and I growl when I see her tight, round ass swallowing the string of her thong.

  "Put your hands against the wall." If she wants an officer, that's exactly what I'll give her. I drop to my knees behind her sliding her panties down but not all the way off. "You have the right to remain silent, but I doubt you'll be able to," I say as I spread the cheeks of her ass and lick her tight, puckered little opening.

  "Shawn!" she exclaims at the sensation. She's probably never had a man lick her here, and I was glad to be her first.

  I grab her hips with both hands and pull her ass toward me, causing her to bend at the waist and giving me a better view of that pretty pink pussy of hers. I take it all in. She's spread out in front of me, her hands against the wall as her juices soak her center and thighs, waiting for me to lick her clean. And that's precisely what I intend to do.

  I lap at her clit with my tongue as I insert a finger back into her pussy, and her legs start to wobble. "Hold steady, beautiful," I whisper against her as I pump my finger in and out. I alternate between licking and sucking her swollen bud, speeding up when I feel her walls tightening around my finger. I could keep this up and have her coming for me in seconds, but I decide against it wanting to draw it out for as long as I can. My tongue and fingers swap rolls, and I slide my tongue in and out of her as I use my thumb to play with her clit.

  "I'm gonna come," she shouts between moans as I tongue fuck her pussy.

  "Not yet you aren't" I slide my tongue out and blow on her now drenched center sending shivers through her body. I tease her clit with just the tip of my tongue before sucking it my mouth. Her legs wobble again, and I know she can't take much more of me teasing her like this.

  "If you want to come, you're going to have to beg for it," I say between slow torturous licks. She doesn't respond, so I stop touching her.

  "Don't stop, Shawn." She's breathless, and I nearly cave, but I want to hear her beg me for release.

  "Beg for it. And that's Officer Banks to you."

  "Please, Officer Banks," she pushes back against me, and I slide a single finger inside her, but I hold it still. That was a nice start, but it was going to take more than that.

  "Please what?" I curl it up to rub at her g-spot with the pad of my finger, and she rocks back against me, forcing me deeper. I give her clit a single lick, and her legs shake again.

  "Please finger my pussy and make me come for you, Officer Banks. Please!" There's that filthy mouth of hers I love so much. Finally.

  I wrap one arm around her waist to help her keep her balance before sliding two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. I lick at her clit as she grinds back against my face. When I feel her walls starting to tighten around my fingers, I add a third and start sucking on her clit. Her legs nearly cave beneath her as she gives in to the orgasm she so desperately craves, coming so hard that her juices run down my hand and pour out into a small puddle on the floor beneath her.

  She collapses back into my arms on the floor, and I kiss the nape of her neck as she tries to catch her breath.

  "So, spaghetti?" I ask half-joking. I'm going to need some energy if I plan to keep making her come like that all night.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Last night was nothing short of incredible, and the only thing that could top it was getting to wake up in bed next to Londyn Hollis. Without opening my eyes, I reach out and pull her into me.

  "Good morning to you too, Officer Banks," she says, grinding her ass into my morning wood.

  "Good morning, beautiful," I push her hair from her neck and kiss a trail from her ear down to her shoulder. I can feel her skin break out into goosebumps at my touch.

  "It's about to get a whole lot better," before I could ask what she means she's already sliding down between my legs. I watch as she leaves a trail of kisses down my abdomen and my cock throbs in anticipation.

  She slides my boxer briefs down, and I immediately spring to attention. The cold morning air against my moist tip causes me to stiffen even more. When she finally reaches her destination, her eyes grow hungry at the sight of me hard and ready for her.

  Last night I had spent the whole evening focused on her and her needs, this was her first time even seeing my dick. The way she licks her lips tells me she must like what she sees.

  "You're so...big!"

  "I think you can handle it," I fist my cock, pumping it a few times causing precum to leak from its tip. She quickly licks it up, and I moan from the sensation.

  "You like that?" she asks before licking me again, but this time from the base to the tip.

  "I fucking love it!" I fist her hair in my hands to help guide her exactly how I want her. "You going to let me fuck your throat, beautiful?"

  She opens wide and takes the head, stopping to suck on it and show it some special attention. Watching her swallow my thick, hard cock is the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen, and I need more. I gently guide her head further down the shaft until I feel the tip hit the back of her tight, slick throat. I growl as she sucks her way back up to the tip before quickly taking in my entire length with one smooth drop. I can't help but wonder how she's so good at this, but promptly push thoughts of her with other guys out of my mind. Her tight
pussy was mine, and so are these perfect pouty lips of hers.

  She picks up speed, and I clench at the sheets as I try to hold back the load she's so close to sucking out of me.

  "Fuck, I'm gonna come." I let go of her hair, so she can lift her head, but she doesn't stop. I can't hold off for much longer.

  "I said I'm going to fucking come, Londyn," I growl. She looks up at me, and from here it looks like she’s smiling with my dick in my mouth. She takes a hand and gently starts to massage my balls, and I fly over the edge, bucking my hips up into her mouth as I release my hot load down the back of her throat. She doesn't take her mouth off of me until she's sucked out every drop and my body goes limp with satisfaction.

  Afterward, she doesn't say a word, she just slides down to the foot of bed and heads straight to the bathroom. I glance over at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside the bed, and it's already 6:30 am. My guess is that she's gone to start getting ready for work, and I better join her if I don't want to be late.

  I climb out of bed and make my way down the hall to the restroom. I stop at the door to take in the view of her fully naked and brushing her teeth. After a long moment, our eyes meet in the mirror, and she smiles that perfect fucking smile of hers before reaching in a drawer and pulling out a spare toothbrush. I join her in the bathroom and cup her ass with one hand as I kiss her on the cheek.