BLUE COLLAR ALPHAS

by Cole, Aria

  “I’m as pure as a snow-white fucking dove.” We stepped into her apartment, a perfect mirror of my own, and I set the stack of books on the table.

  “Somehow I don’t believe that white dove line, not even for a second.” She shook her head, pulling the top of her scrubs over her shoulders. My cock thickened against my zipper, hope growing before it was instantly dashed.

  Damn that tank top.

  She walked down the hallway, turning into her bedroom and leaving the door ajar.

  Christ, she left the fucking door ajar.

  That was an invitation to any man, especially knowing she was in there changing…

  I crossed the room, shoving a hand in the cushion of the couch and feeling around until my hands fell on the treasure I’d been searching for. Without thinking twice, I walked down the hall, hellbent on showing her exactly what she did to me, up close and in person. I walked through her bedroom door, catching her just as she was pulling a pair of faded jeans up her succulent, soft thighs.

  I caught a glimpse of lacy pink panties, and my cock throbbed in time with my raging heartbeat. I crossed the room, not giving her a chance to stop me. I pulled her into my arms, attaching my lips to hers in a kiss that told her exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it.

  Her. Rough. Now.

  Her hands shot into my hair, her soft whimpers and moans beginning almost instantly as I held her face in my palms and plunged my tongue past her lips. “You make me so fucking hard when you tease me.”

  I thrust my hips against her body, making sure she could feel the ridge of my steel-hard cock.

  “You drive me crazy,” she whispered, breathless against my lips.

  “Not as insane as you make me. I want to fuck you like an animal, that’s how mad you make me.” I grit, nipping at her lips, turning her head to the side and arching her elegant neck. My teeth ran up the curves, one hand descending the soft contours of her torso until I reached the waistband of her panties. “Ever been fucked hard, little bird? Ever been fucked until you’re so exhausted you’re not even sure if your legs will hold you?”

  I pushed the hand that held the sex toy down her panties, flipping on the little vibrating bastard and sinking it between her soaked lips. “You may have forgotten who claimed this pussy last night, but I’m going to remind you.”

  She clamped down on her bottom lip when I pressed the vibrating toy against her clit, sliding it back and forth with my palm while I pushed two fingers slow and steady into her cunt.

  “Who owns this?” I raked my teeth down the shell of her ear.

  Her hips bucked, fingers tightening on my shoulders as she breathed, “You.”

  “Say it again,” I murmured. “And this time say my name.”

  One thigh hitched across my hip, and on instinct I yanked her against me, both of her legs locking behind my ass as I slammed us against the flimsy wall. “Say it.”

  “You own my pussy. You own my pussy, Stone.”

  “That’s my little bird.” I sucked at the column of her neck, supporting both of us as my hand worked feverishly between her legs, fingers thrusting and swirling in and out of her tight entrance while my palm held the little vibrating monster against her clit.

  “Stone, Stone, oh my God…” she gushed, her thighs tensing and quaking as she came in a crash around my hand. The soft, pulsing waves of her cunt against my fingers had me gnashing my teeth and pressing my angry cock against the inside of her thigh.

  “I’m taking your pretty pussy tonight, little bird.” I set her on her feet, pushing the jeans down her thighs and discarding them on the floor next to us. Bent on one knee, I grasped at the fabric of her panties and pulled, enjoying the sound of the tearing lace against her creamy flesh.

  “These are mine.” I yanked, watching them tear off her body and making my cock leak.

  Her hands went to my shirt, pulling up the cotton until it was off my shoulders. Before she could do anything else, I knelt and spread her thighs, nestling my face into the heaven-scented core of her.

  “Fuck, baby, been dreaming about tasting you.” I slipped my tongue between her sweet lips, lapping at her entrance and devouring the sweet little nub of her clit. “And you're even more delicious than you smelled.”

  Her thighs loosened, and just before she could fall I caught her with my biceps, pinning her body against the wall and angling her cunt up to my greedy mouth. “You haven’t had anywhere near enough orgasms yet.”

  Her fingers slipped into my hair, her moans growing louder, more ragged with every pass of my tongue. I could eat her for the rest of my days and be the happiest fucker on the planet.

  “Let me taste that cum. I want the scent of your cunt all over me so every man knows what’s mine.”

  Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling painfully. I swiped the bullet in one hand and snuck the little buzzing wonder between her thighs. She squealed when I pressed it at her tight back entrance. Her groans sped up, the palm of one hand kneading at the flesh of one of her gorgeous tits, the other pulling on the threads of my hair as that little rocket from heaven hummed and buzzed at her ass.

  “Cum, gorgeous.” I sucked her clit into my mouth and applied a little more pressure at her ass. Her thighs tightened around my head and she came in a violent rush all over my mouth. I licked and sucked at the sweet nectar I’d created, soothing her with soft words as her breathing slowly returned to normal. I flipped the vibrator off and tossed it on the floor, standing and curling her into my arms to carry her to the bed.

  “Watching you cum just became my new favorite hobby.” I unzipped my jeans, pushing them down my thighs and revealing my rock-hard cock. I fisted it in my hands, easing some of the pressure as I leaned over her on the bed.

  “Commando?” She teased, the word strung out and breathless.

  I caged her in my arms and crushed my fingers into her hair. My cock nudged between her damp lips, my own breathing dialing up to ten thousand when our bodies connected for the first time. “Sounds like you’ve been spending time thinking about my cock, little bird.”

  Her searing hot pussy nestled against my dick and all I could think about was pushing home.

  I gritted my teeth, trying to control myself. “Are you on birth control?”

  She shook her head, eyes riveted between our bodies, at the spot where cock and cunt met. It was erotic as fuck, hovering right there, close but yet not close enough, so much so I felt like I was losing my mind. “I’m not on anything, but I’m clean. I’m tested regularly, and I haven’t been with anyone–”

  “Jesus, don’t tell me any more.” I dragged a thumb down the line of her throat before pressing a kiss to her perfectly formed lips. “I won’t be able to stand it knowing someone else’s hands have been on you.”

  She shook her head fiercely, hands gripping either side of my head. “I want you, only you. Only you make me feel this way, Stone.”

  “Good.” I slid the tip of my dick through her slippery lips. “I’m clean, Paige, there’s never been another woman that’s touched me like you have. And when I take you,” I stroked my cock grinding against her clit, “I want all of you. There will never be anything between us, Paige, got that? I take what’s mine, and I’m going to bury myself so far inside you and spill my seed, everyone will know you’re mine.”

  She licked her lips, nodding as her arms wound around my neck and pulled me down to her in a hot kiss. “Yes, yes, Stone, please.”

  “God, baby, I’m trying to do the right thing by you,” I breathed at her ear. “But I want inside you.”

  She nodded, hips arching, attempting to sink my dick inside of her. “Take me, Stone. I need to feel you.”

  I groaned, sliding the tip against her entrance, pushing inside a fraction. My cock hummed, pre-cum pulsing out the tip as I sank myself fractionally further.

  “You’re so fucking turned on. You don’t know what that does to me,” I husked, sliding even further.

  Her legs opened wider, her moans shatterin
g my eardrums as I slid a little more and nudged a foreign barrier. “Jesus, little bird, are you a virgin?”

  She held me tightly, my head tucked against her neck. I felt her nod.

  And then I almost blew my load.

  “God, Paige,” I breathed, kissing up her skin, sliding one hand between us and swirling more of her cum around the base of my dick. “Does it hurt? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “No, no, it’s amazing,” she answered. “I want more, deeper, Stone.”

  “Little bird…” I paused, unsure of what to do. As fucking incredible as it was that she’d never been touched by anyone else, all mine to own completely, I knew the painful part was only just starting. “Are you sure?”

  “Harder, Stone. I want to feel you harder.”

  I sucked on her neck, pushing my cock a little deeper into what was officially now mine, finally tearing the tiny barrier that marked her virginity. Her little hands fisted in my hair as I pushed in a little farther, thankful as fuck I’d given her two orgasms before now to make sure she was relaxed and ready.

  “You feel like heaven, little bird,” I breathed. Her fingertips loosened in my hair and her hips started rocking against me. “That’s it, princess.”

  Our bodies found a rhythm, our hips crushing together as I finally hit the end of her, fucking her until I couldn’t see anything but her.

  “Stone, oh my God,” she hissed when I pushed the top of her tank down and sucked one hard nipple into my mouth. My hips hammered against her, my palms running patterns across her body as finally, finally the grunts and moans emanating from our rooms came from real, actual, animal sex.

  “Goddamn, I’ve never fucked like—” I breathed, my own release building in my system. “It’s never been like—”

  She crushed her lips to mine in a heady kiss. “You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

  I yanked her up into my lap, our bodies sitting upright as we faced each other, still connected from top to bottom. At just the right angle I could hit her clit, grind and rub her until she was cumming that sweet nectar all over my cock.

  “I want all your orgasms. You’re mine, Paige,” I grunted as I gripped her to me, release pulsing through my muscles and urging on her own orgasm.

  “Stone…” She arched against me, and I snagged a nipple between my lips. “You’re so…” Her jagged breaths continued as my hips slowed, long streams of cum coating her cunt, right where it belonged. “Crazy. You’re amazing,” she breathed again. “And crazy.”

  I thumbed her nipple between my fingers and pulled her down to my lips. “Welcome to crazy, baby.”

  SEVEN

  Paige

  For the next three nights Stone came to my place immediately after work. We kissed, we fucked, we ate, then we fucked again. It’d become my new routine, one that I very much looked forward to.

  In the bright light of day, pretty much whenever Stone opened his mouth, he irritated me. His arrogance, that cocky grin, his dirty mouth, even the sharp cut of his vee—how was it possible for any man to be that sexy?

  But as soon as his hands were on me, the irritation melted away. I was helpless against his touch. I craved his lips. I loved his words. I loved so much about him. I couldn’t even believe the demanding, controlling things he said in the bedroom about owning me, but if this was what being owned meant, sign me up.

  For the first time in my life I let someone else have control over my body. I’d spent years holding the reins, my grasp of control unshakable, my focus and determination unlimited; it had to be. I was a woman with a career I loved, a life that was maybe a little boring, a sex life that was non-existent, until him.

  Until Stone Garrett banged his way into my life.

  My own life was under construction before him, and now he filled all the missing parts. I looked forward to waking up in the morning, and looked forward to going home at night so I could see him. What would we do tonight? What would he say? I couldn’t wait to find out.

  I picked up a few dirty clothes in my room, a T-shirt of his thrown on the floor in a frenzy of passion last night. I pushed the cotton to my nose, inhaling his heady natural smell, then tossing it in the pile with the rest of my laundry. Maybe that was the beginning of us. When our clothes came together in the laundry, it was like a melding of our lives.

  A slow smile creeped up my face at that thought.

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  Stone. I smiled, the sound of his ridiculously loud knocking guiding my way.

  “Hi.” I threw the door open, grinning when he swooped me into his arms in a hug that swiftly turned into a kiss, escalating to his hands up my shirt. I was only wearing a shirt and panties, so he didn’t have much unwrapping to do.

  “Have a good day?” he mumbled against my lips as his hands pulled the shirt over my shoulders.

  “Better now,” I breathed, falling back on the couch with him, his arms stretching over his head to yank the shirt from his body. On the floor it went.

  I smiled, running my fingertips down the chiseled, washboard muscles of his torso. He was a work of art. Never in my life had I seen a man so defined, so drop dead sexy.

  His hand curled around my neck, his tongue probing past my lips as I felt his cock nudging between my thighs. “Missed you today.”

  “Mm.” I sighed in agreement, pushing the worn jeans past his hips.

  Stone’s hand fisted in the waistband of my panties and pulled, the satisfying tearing noise I’d come to expect from him filling the space between us. “Soaked for me, little bird?”

  He ran two cool fingers through my pussy, sending arousal shuddering through my veins. “Yesss.”

  “Good girl.” He sank two fingers inside me, fucking me with his hand for a few strokes before his fingers were replaced by his gorgeously thick cock.

  “Oh God…” I gasped as he slid into me, my hands clutching at the breadth of his back as I held on, his thrusts slow and steady, angled with precision while he sucked at my nipple in torturous strokes.

  “Were you waiting for me to come home, little bird? Waiting for my hands, my tongue on your skin?”

  I shook my head, still holding tight to the stubborn bones in my body. “No.”

  “Bullshit. You were wet when I walked in. You were thinking about me, weren’t you, sweetheart?”

  I shook my head, unwilling to let him see how very true his words were.

  “You deserve a punishment for lying,” he muttered, spinning me on the couch and propping my hips in the air.

  One soft smack landed on my ass cheek.

  Another. And then another.

  The sting of his palm was replaced by a gentle, soothing stroke.

  “Your ass is beautiful with my handprint on it.”

  I groaned, wiggling my ass to show him I wanted more without saying it.

  “Mm, you like it, pretty girl?” He landed a smack on my other ass cheek, then grabbed my hips and slid into me in one smooth motion.

  “Stone…” I groaned, loving the new angle.

  “Yeah, little bird? Tell me what’s on your mind.” One hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers working at my clit.

  “I…I can’t. It’s too much.” I hummed just as he pulled an orgasm from my body. “Everything about you, it completely consumes me.”

  “Good, that’s exactly how I want you. Ruined for all other men.” His thrusts grew erratic, his rock solid thighs shaking with earth-shattering release as caveman growls vibrated from his chest. Hearing him cum was the sexiest thing I imagined I would ever hear, and knowing I was the one to push him over the edge was a high like nothing I’d ever felt before. Bringing this gorgeous, powerful man to his knees was something spiritual.

  His hands skated up the curve of my back then, cupping my cheek, turning it so he could catch my eyes. “You’re my life now, Paige.”

  I froze, unable to form words, my eyes riveted on his intense, sparkling ones. How could any of this be true? This had to be a mirage conjured
by my overactive imagination and understimulated libido.

  Stone pulled himself from my body in one slow, delicious movement, his cock rubbing every heightened nerve and sending mini-tremors of pleasure through me. He lay on his side, curling me into his body and tucking my head into the crook of his arm.

  “Can’t wait to move out of this tiny-ass apartment.”

  I settled into him, brain still foggy with the pleasure he’d given, then his words sunk in. “Move?”

  He adjusted me in his embrace, pressing his lips at my temple, murmuring. “Mhmm. Building a place across town. Move-in ready in a few weeks.”

  A few weeks.

  He was leaving in a few weeks.

  Moving out.

  “So the apartment was only temporary?” I inquired, trying to be casual.

  “One month lease. I didn’t even move any of my shit in. Just needed a place to crash at night.”

  His words hung hollow between us, the knowledge that I’d given him my virginity, my body, my heart, my everything, only for him to walk away in a few weeks shredded me.

  Maybe it was silly, maybe I was being immature and selfish, wondering where that would leave us, but I’d grown accustomed to him showing up after work. Now he was leaving, going to live across town, and there wasn’t a single thing I could say about it.

  Stone had only moved in next door for a month, and then he planned on disappearing.

  Sadness lodged in my throat, water burning in my eyes as I nuzzled into his body a little deeper.

  Keep calm, deep breaths, don’t cry.

  EIGHT

  Stone

  I punctured the soft dirt with my shovel, then lifted the tree into the ground, covering the base and tamping down the earth with the toe of my boot. Swiping at my forehead, I looked up at the setting sun, thinking it was maybe about time I sent a text to my little bird.

  I had a plan for her and me tonight, and it started with for and ended with ever.

  I pulled the phone from my pocket, punching out a quick text with the new address and telling her to meet me after work.