Five Alarm Alphas

by Leah Braemel, Lexxie Couper, Delilah Devlin, Marie Harte, Desiree Holt, Lissa Matthews, Cari Quinn, Shelli Stevens

  A moment later his arm wrapped around her waist, moving her back and lifting her hips. His erection, thick and hard, probed the damp flesh between her legs.

  Before she could even draw a breath or prepare to take him, he thrust into her. Staggering pleasure, with a tiny hint of pain, hit her at once.

  “Oh shit.” His ragged curse meant he wasn’t as in control as he seemed to want her to believe.

  Her legs shook as he began to move in steady, deep strokes. His fingers, strong and calloused, bit into her hips and held her still. There was nothing to do but take him. To be aware of every inch of him inside her.

  The sound of their skin connecting filled the air, along with her low whimpers and his ragged breathing.

  “God, you are so tight. Feel so fucking amazing.” His fingers tightened on her hips, lifting her to her tiptoes as he pounded harder into her.

  Her breasts pressed smashed against the counter and she stared at the spice rack along the wall. The word oregano on the top of one lid stamped in her mind as his cock marked her body. Each thrust and pull of him stretched her, lifted the tiny hairs on her body and made her hyper aware of the fit of them together.

  She should hate this. Hate feeling used and told what to do. To have her pleasure put on the back burner. The mix of pleasure and pain swelled and her head began to spin.

  Oh god. How was it even possible? She gasped, gripping the counter.

  “Russ.” Her sex clenched around him and she cried out as an orgasm blindsided her.

  Chapter Ten

  When she came down from the clouds, limp and shaking, he still moving in her. Harder and faster now. His grip holding her completely still to his sensual invasion.

  Never had she felt so completely taken. So completely primal. And it screwed with her mind a little to realize she didn’t hate it at all. She loved it. Every dirty moment of it.

  Russ let out a low growl that turned into a groan as he clearly found his own climax. He stilled inside her, then continued with small shallow thrusts. She closed her eyes. Reveling in every sensual second. The last few moments of him inside her before he’d leave her.

  All too soon, he withdrew from her and she was surprised at how keenly her body missed his.

  He pressed his lips against the back of her neck and reached around to gently cup one of her breasts through the dress.

  “You okay?” The soft question held a hint of concern.

  “I’m...amazing.” She gave an unsteady sigh. “Though I don’t know if my legs are going to hold out much longer.”

  His knowing laugh sent more tingling bubbles of pleasure through her. He straightened and then she felt him pull her dress back down over her bottom, but not before he gave one cheek a firm squeeze.

  When she was free to move, she turned around just in time to see him disposing of the condom in the trash. He tucked himself back into his boxers and jeans and pulled up the zipper before returning to her.

  He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her head forward. “Come here.”

  When his mouth covered hers, she opened for him. Eager to taste him after being taken in what should’ve been an almost erotically impersonal way. Only there’d been nothing impersonal about it.

  While the way he’d taken her had been hard and fierce, the kiss was slow and sensual. A promising dance of his tongue over hers of the things to come between them.

  Without him even saying it, she knew this first time against the counter had just been an appetizer to wet their appetites for each other.

  When he lifted his head she was clinging to his shirt, a heavy ache growing once again between her thighs. She’d come from penetration alone, which in itself was rare, but she still wanted him. And not even moments after they’d finished.

  “Food first,” he murmured against her mouth. “Then more fun. I promise.”

  While flipping the steaks on the grill, Russ kept one eye on Shannon. She sat in one of the lounger chairs that he still hadn’t gotten around to putting away yet.

  It was the end of September and the weather could swing either way. Couple more weeks though, and the grill and patio furniture were getting locked up for the cold.

  She looked relaxed in the chair; leaned back with her eyes closed, one leg crossed over another. She seemed a little worn out.

  A smile tugged at his lips and he looked back at the steaks. He had wanted to stretch it out. Play with her a little more and see how well she took orders. To see where her line might be. But hearing her say yes when he’d been braced for a no had thrown all his carefully laid plans out the window.

  His only need had been to get inside her. This was a first for him. Usually at the beginning of a relationship with someone new he could take his time. Pace himself. Not need to screw her right away as if he were some damn teenager with no self-control.

  A sliver of self-disgust slid through him, but it wasn’t enough to bring down his post-sex high. It had been worth it, and he’d make it up later.

  “How do you like your steak?”

  “Medium rare.”

  Same as him. “You like baked potatoes?”

  “Only about as much as I like breathing.” She opened her eyes and gave him a lazy smile. “Got sour cream?”

  “It’d be a crime if I didn’t.” He’d swear they had cloned appetites.

  He finished up grilling and they carried their steaks inside. It was sunny, but still a little to brisk to stay outdoors and eat.

  Conversation was surprisingly easy and laidback between bites of food. Throughout the meal, the same steady desire for her was present. Not enough to make him throw down a good steak, especially since he’d just taken her, but he knew before she left tonight, he’d have her again.

  When she pushed her plate aside and pressed a hand to her stomach in the full belly signal, he knew they’d be waiting at least a bit longer though.

  He moved around the table and grabbed her plate, then took it to the sink. “Want to catch a movie on TV? Let our stomachs settle?”

  “Thanks for grabbing that. And, yeah, a little down time with TV sounds good to me.” She stood and stretched her arms above her head, arching her body. “Gotta admit, you’ve got me all stiff after that little session an hour ago.”

  “Sorry, not sorry.” He grinned, but his cock twitched beneath his jeans as her breasts strained against the red dress. His mind moved into gear. When they arrived in the living room and she made to sit down on the couch, he caught her arm.

  “Before you get comfortable,” he murmured, “Take your dress off.”

  Her eyes widened only slightly this time, and she bit her lip before giving a firm nod.

  “Help me with the zipper?” She turned around, presenting him with her back.

  With his blood quickening, he reached for the metal tab and slid it down. Inch by inch of flawless dark skin was exposed to him, and he clenched his teeth to keep a full-on erection at bay.

  When he finished, she stepped away from him and then turned back around. Giving him a full view as she stared at him confidently and let the dress slide off her body.

  His jaw flexed. “Bra too.”

  She reached behind her and unhooked the black bra, tossing it aside, now completely naked to his gaze.

  Jesus. She was incredible. Her breasts weren’t large, but high, and would fit perfectly in his hand. The tips crowned by dark brown nipples that he couldn’t wait to suck into his mouth.

  Every part of her was toned, even slightly muscular, with her taut stomach that had definition, to her thighs and arms. But mostly, his gaze was drawn to the tight black curls between her legs and the sweetness between that he’d just fucked.

  “Turn around.” His command was hoarse, but he couldn’t even dwell on that as she immediately obeyed him.

  Her ass was just as amazing outside the jeans as it was inside them. This was the one part of her that held some extra fat. Round and lush, he couldn’t resist stepping forward to cup one cheek in his hand
.

  “Damn. You are amazing.” He kissed her shoulder and then turned her around.

  Instead of looking uncomfortable or anxious, she seemed absolutely at ease. Confident even. This was a woman who knew she had a good body. Enjoyed being a sexual being. And, clearly, was up for trying new things. The glint of arousal in her eyes made it clear he could have her anytime he was ready.

  “I’m not going to take you just yet. But I want you ready. Naked. There for me to touch and play with.”

  Her breasts rose as she drew in a deep breath. “Whatever you want.”

  His gaze slid to hers. “Careful with a statement like that, baby.”

  Her chin lifted and there almost seemed to be a challenge flashing in her eyes as she moved to sit down on the couch.

  “What do you want to watch?” she asked, spotting the remote and picking it up.

  “I’m easy. Whatever you want.”

  There was a flicker of surprise in her gaze, as if maybe she thought he wanted to be in charge of everything. But he didn’t work that way. For the most part he was a normal guy. It was just when it came to sex that he preferred his women a little...submissive.

  “All right then.” She flipped through the section of previously aired shows and hesitated on a popular HBO show. “You into this?”

  “Love it. Missed the last one.”

  “Good. Me too.” She hit play and leaned back against the couch.

  He joined her, sliding an arm behind her back and pulling her against him. She came willingly, snuggling her head into his shoulder as the show began.

  With her naked flesh pressed against him, he didn’t last long before moving his arm around her and sliding his hand up to cup one breast. She must’ve been waiting for it, because she released a ragged breath and arched into his palm.

  He kept it there though. Didn’t go any further as he molded and discovered her shape. Circling a finger around the tip of her breast until it grew longer and harder.

  They sat like that. Breathing heavier, watching the show. When the episode jumped to a hot scene, and the actors portrayed sex so hot it was hard to believe it wasn’t real, he knew he wasn’t going to make it through the hour.

  He reached for his zipper and tugged it down, pushing his jeans and briefs down enough to lift his cock free.

  She let out a ragged breath as he caught her hand and pulled it to his length. Obviously knowing what he wanted, she began to stroke him as they continued to watch the screen.

  With one hand on her breast still, he squeezed her harder and pinched her nipple. She let out a whimper and her back arched again.

  “I want you on your knees,” he rasped, pushing her forward slightly. “Sucking my dick.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Wordlessly she obeyed, sliding off the couch and to her knees in front of him. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as she continued to stroke him and stare at his cock. Then, just when he thought she might disobey him, she lowered her head and parted her lips.

  He eased into the warm dampness of her mouth, fisting her hair and groaning as her tongue swept over him. She teased him and tormented him, taking him deep into her mouth.

  Her nails bit into his thighs and she seemed to know what he wanted. To let him take control, even of something as sensual as this.

  He flexed his hips, pressing toward the back of her throat. She made a small murmur, but didn’t protest, and he pulled out slightly, making shallow thrusts. Claiming her mouth as thoroughly as he had her pussy earlier.

  When he knew he was about to come, he eased her back off him and groaned. “Gotta slow down, or this is going to be quicker than the last time.”

  Her tongue darted out over her mouth and she gave a knowing smile. “I think we already passed that point.”

  “Well let’s draw it out a little longer.” He leaned forward and slid his hands around her ribcage, lifting her from the ground and placing her on the ottoman. “Let’s see if you taste as sweet as you look.”

  Expecting him to take her again, Shannon’s heart did a big old stumble when she realized what he was about to do.

  She didn’t say anything, just leaned back when he encouraged her to with a gentle push. He came to kneel in front of her and eased her legs over his shoulders.

  Her pulse went into double time and she drew in a ragged breath. Eager. Desperate for his mouth there.

  He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and her body trembled. With agonizing slowness, he took his time kissing his way toward the aching spot between her legs.

  When he finally hovered above it, and she felt the warmth of his breath on her, the muscles in her bottom clenched. He parted the folds of her sex and she closed her eyes. Nothing happened.

  With frustration and need clawing at her, she choked out a ragged, “Russ, please.”

  “Just wanted to hear you beg, baby,” he murmured before sliding his tongue inside her.

  Her body jerked as he found her clit with a confident expertise. He flicked it and stroked it. Bringing her quickly and easily up to that plain of pleasure.

  When he slid a long finger deep inside her, she choked on a sob of pleasure and her body tightened.

  He lifted his head, just for a moment, to murmur, “Come for me.”

  Her muscles clenched and every inch of her began to tremble. With her entire focus on his tongue tormenting her clit, she flew apart. He gripped her ass, squeezing and kneading as she climaxed. His name was a whisper on her lips.

  Limp and mindless on the ottoman, she was only vaguely aware of him kissing the insides of her thighs.

  “You taste amazing.” He shifted, sliding up her body and trailing kisses over every inch. When he reached her breasts he tongued one of her nipples before sucking it deep into his mouth.

  Desire, still kindling after the orgasm, flared to life inside her again. When he stood and removed his clothes she traced her fingers over her nipple. Hungry for him again already, and with an urgency building up inside her.

  Naked and with his thick cock sheathed with protection, he lifted her off the ottoman and placed her onto the carpeted floor.

  “Slower this time around,” he promised, nudging her thighs apart and settling between them. “And I want to watch you. See your expression when I fuck this pretty pussy.”

  Oh God, she loved it when he talked dirty to her. Most of the men she’d been with had seemed hesitant to say anything too filthy. But not Russ. The way he talked and the way her took her was nothing but primitive. She loved every moment of it.

  He reached between her legs to part her folds and then positioned his cock at her entrance. Just as he promised, his gaze held hers as he slowly sank into her.

  Her body was already swollen and sensitive from being taken just hours early, and the sensual invasion of him had her tightening around him.

  “Don’t close your eyes.”

  Not realizing she had, she lifted her lids and watched him through her lashes.

  “Good girl.” His blue gaze shimmered with heat. “You feel amazing hugging my dick right now. Hard to choose which I like fucking better. Your sexy mouth.” He lowered her head to kiss her hard, and then lifted it again and glanced down where they were joined. “Or your tight pussy.”

  Heat stole into her cheeks and she cried out as he thrust deep inside her.

  “Yeah. I think I prefer your pussy. Does it shock you when I call it that, baby?”

  It took a moment to understand what he was asking, then she gave a small shake of her head. “I like it.”

  With her body on fire and having never felt more taken in her life, she felt emboldened to add, “And right now this pussy belongs to you, Russ. So fuck it. However you want to.”

  It should’ve sounded cheesy, but his nostrils flared, even as pleasure and shock flickered in his eyes. It didn’t make her feel ridiculous, but empowered.

  Maybe he’d been waiting for the invitation, because in the next moment he was moving inside of her hard enough that sh
e knew her ass would have rug burn. It didn’t matter. The pleasure of him riding her so fiercely outweighed it. She clung to him, urging him deeper, with her nails biting into his back. When he gasped sharply, she knew she’d drawn blood. But it didn’t slow him down. If anything he took her harder.

  “I’m going to come,” he choked out, but she was already hovering with one foot over that cliff.

  He buried himself deep with a groan, and she lifted her hips. Tightening her legs around him, she sent herself off the edge.

  Time went by, she wasn’t sure how much, as they lay sweaty and with entwined limbs. At some point he eased out of her and then off her, and she made a small murmur of protest, but then he pulled her into his arms as they cuddled on the floor.

  “You alright?”

  She smiled drowsily against his chest. “You keep asking me that. I’m more than alright, okay? I’m amazing. Best sex ever.”

  His chest rose, and she could tell he was smiling. “You don’t have to flatter me.”

  “I’m not.”

  He was silent for a moment. “It was pretty damn incredible for me too.”

  She turned her head slightly to press a kiss against his nipple. “Good. My ego likes a little stroking.”

  “More than just your ego.” He slid a hand down her back to trace the curve of her bottom.

  She gave a content sigh. “So what is this anyway, Russ? Just sex?”

  He was silent for a moment. “I hadn’t really thought about it. Do you want more than that?”

  “I don’t know yet. I’m not out searching for a guy to give me a ring, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  “I’m not.” And he wasn’t.

  She didn’t give off the looking for a husband vibe. Then again, she’d already been married before. Maybe a second time around wasn’t ever on the cards for her. A bad marriage could jade you. He’d seen it happen to enough of his buddies.

  “Marriage not your thing?” he prodded, mostly out of curiosity.

  “I’m sure it’s great. If you’re married to the right person.”