Alphalicious Billionaires Box Set

by Lindsey Hart

  She exploded. Her entire world imploded. The spasms that shook her from the inside out were insane, harder and deadlier than anything she’d ever felt. The waves took her and tumbled her. The only sound in the room was her own raspy breath, what breath she could even squeeze out. Trace kept licking her, plunging his tongue inside and applying that ridiculously amazing pressure to her clit until she was writhing and begging him to stop.

  She had to reach down and cover his hand with hers. “Stop,” she begged. “I- I need a second to recover.”

  Trace looked up at her. His eyes shone and he sinfully licked his lips then sucked his finger into his mouth. “Damn, baby. I’ve never tasted anything as good as you.”

  She made a sound in her throat that was a strangled whimper. She felt like she’d just melted into the mattress after that earth-shattering climax. Trace peppered her thighs with hot kisses. He worked his way up over her belly, to her breasts. She jerked and moaned and writhed when he suckled first one nipple into his mouth then the other.

  He released her only to trail hot kisses up her neck, to her jaw, then over to her mouth. His lips claimed hers in a sensual, heated kiss and when she tasted herself on him, she nearly came again. Something tugged at her chest, but she wasn’t sure what it was. It just felt like it was going to collapse. The need built inside of her again, but it was more than just physical. She’d never, ever in her life been able to give herself to another person.

  Give all of herself.

  She’d always been reserved. Embarrassed. Shy. Not really that into it. Sex was mostly just fumbling around. Sometimes it felt good. Sometimes it didn’t. Ash always thought she was okay without it.

  And then… Trace.

  God, she knew she’d never be okay again not having sex as long as it was with him. He was the kind of guy who could ruin someone for sex with anyone else.

  All of that and she hadn’t even had sex with him yet.

  Not really.

  “Do you want me inside of you?” Trace asked as he stared down at her heatedly. Her entire body leaped for joy.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Uhhh… yes, yes I want you inside me?”

  “Yes please or you’ll die?”

  She had to smile. “Yes. Honestly, I might expire this very second if you do not stick your cock in me and fuck me. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  His grin told her everything she needed to know. “I like it when you talk dirty.”

  “You forced me.”

  “Again, all that dirty talk.”

  Trace rolled off of her. He stooped and pulled something out of his pants, a small foil packet. Duh. Where was her mind? She’d totally forgotten all about actually being sensible. It was a good thing at least one of them had their head screwed on right. He stripped away his tight boxers while she watched.

  Her mouth actually fell open. She realized it was hanging there catching flies and she tried to slam it shut, but… damn. She’d never seen anything like Trace. Not only was his body amazing, broad shoulders, granite arms, hard ridged abs, and muscular legs, his cock… he was- huge.

  He grinned at her as he ripped open the condom and rolled it down his length. She wasn’t actually a fan of how condoms felt, but god, she’d actually pay money to watch him touch himself like that. He gave his huge shaft an extra pump, starting at the tip and working his way down, just for her.

  She imagined some vanilla version of sex, Trace spreading out over her, covering her with his muscular male body. Only that didn’t seem so vanilla. Even the damn missionary position seemed very- chocolate or strawberry or rocky fucking road with him. More like rock my fucking road. That was about right.

  Instead, he raised his head, his eyes dark and the pupils dilated. The room wasn’t that dark. There was plenty of light to illuminate the raw need written all over his face. “I want you to ride me.”

  “Uh- what?” Ash’s mouth fell open again. Damn, if there were any flies in the room, she would have swallowed them all. It was her mom’s favorite joke since she could never seem to keep her mouth closed as a kid.

  “You know, like… I’m going to spread out on that bed, and you are going to straddle me and take my cock inside of that beautiful tight pussy and ride me until you’re coming and screaming my name.” He winked at her. “Does that explain it?”

  Her mouth went dry. “Uh… yeah.” She realized how stupid that sounded, but Trace grinned, walked around the bed and sprawled out on the opposite side.

  “Then come here.”

  Ash was so worried she’d look ridiculous, that he’d watch her, that her boobs would bounce funny or that there would be strange, embarrassing noises in that position she had no control over, that she actually hesitated.

  Trace raised his head off the pillow. His massive cock stuck straight up in the air and he was completely unashamed or unembarrassed himself. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His eyes lost some of their sheen and confusion and concern flooded his face. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s alright. I mean, I know we don’t know each other well. I’m sorry, I- thought you were into it.”

  “No. I mean. I am.” She nodded then shook her head, feeling like an idiot. Did she have to be the queen of awkward? “It’s just- I’m afraid that I’ll look dumb.”

  Trace’s eyes widened. “Not possible. You’re beautiful. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever seen. I just about came that first time I licked your amazing pussy. You have no idea how erotic and sensual you are. I promise that when you get on top of me, the last thing I’m going to be thinking about is you being awkward.”

  Ash flushed. Her body tingled at his dirty words. Were they dirty? No one had said anything like that to her, but she wasn’t sure where the line really was. She liked them. She thought they were dirty.

  She moved. She found it was easier if she kept her eyes locked with Trace’s the whole time. His gaze was burning, white hot. He could have scalded her with his eyes alone. She straddled him, but she kept herself raised up, away from him. Instead of sinking down on him, she used her hand to grip him at the base of his shaft. He hissed and she released him.

  “Oh god, I’m sorry, I-”

  “No,” he ground out. “Are you kidding me? I love your hand there. Your tight little fist touching me… god, it feels amazing. Stroke my cock if you want. Touch me. Anywhere. I promise you, there isn’t a single thing that you could do that wouldn’t feel good.”

  “No? What if I punched you in the face?”

  “I’m pretty sure that even that would feel good. You could always lick the blood off after.”

  Fuck. Her body jerked hard. There was a pounding ache between her legs again. Trace said things that were unexpected, probably just to shake her up, but god, the thought of actually doing that to him of tasting his blood, it awoke something inside of her that she wasn’t quite sure she was okay with. It was roaring and primal.

  “That’s okay. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” She glanced down at where her small hand was wrapped around Trace’s massive cock. “At least where your face is concerned,” she amended.

  She did what he said and stroked him, hard long strokes that he leaned in to. His hips bucked upwards and he let out sexy male groans that heated her blood to the point of boiling. She felt like there was an inferno between her legs. She liked that she was small, so much smaller than him. Definitely way more feminine and less muscled, yet she was the one, at the moment, with all the control. He was the one who begged her with his sexy noises, the way his body responded so eagerly to her touch.

  How did I even get here? With him? In my bed? Naked?

  She had no idea, really, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was so hot, so full of need, the ache inside her so wild, that she no longer cared if she looked or sounded stupid or if there were weird sex noises.

  Ash pushed herself up onto her knees and Trace’s eyes shot open. His hands fell to her hips, but he didn’t g
rip her hard. He didn’t guide her. He let her make the moves and set the pace. She guided him to her entrance, a little shocked and enthralled to find her thighs wet with beads of her own arousal.

  She sunk down slowly, taking his thickness inch by inch, filling herself up. She closed her eyes and froze and just… savored how it felt to have him inside of her.

  It was a while before she threw back her head and closed her eyes and started to move. Trace waited. He didn’t move. At least, his body didn’t move. She felt the throbbing of his cock deep inside of her.

  She’d never felt anything like it. She’d never been with a man like him.

  Yes, he was definitely one of those guys that ruined a person for sex with anyone else after. It was a terrifying and wildly exhilarating thought and the last one she had before her brain shut off and she surrendered to the sensations taking her body captive.

  CHAPTER 10

  Trace

  Lord, she’s tight. So hot and wet and tight. The litany repeated in his head, round and round.

  “Oh my god, it’s so good,” Ash moaned. That about summed it up. Trace answered her with a sound that wasn’t words since he wasn’t currently capable of forming any.

  He did his best not to thrust, afraid that if he did, it would all be over. Ash was doing a fine job on her own. Trace kept his eyes open, watching the incredible show in front of him. It was hands down, the most amazing thing he’d ever seen before. He had to keep his eyes open, to burn every single detail of that image into his brain. Ash’s glorious hair, the look of rapture on her face, her lush breasts with the straining nipples, the way her stomach muscles contracted, the way she moved- rolling those hips as she found the right spot and the right rhythm.

  Finally, he couldn’t help himself. All those gyrations on top of him, the feel of Ash’s slick, tight heat gripping his cock was too much. He closed his eyes and just savored every single fucking feeling that was crashing through him.

  Sex had been sex for the better part of his life. On the few times he’d actually got far enough with someone to get to the point of sleeping with them, it was just like scratching an itch like he knew right from the start it would be okay, but not overly great. It was different when he was a teenager and didn’t have better sense. In his adult life though- he’d never experienced anything like Ash.

  He felt it, deep in his chest. What they were doing was physical. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before, but it was different. It hit him in a spot that wasn’t physical. Parts of him that had been dormant or never even used before, came alive.

  His inner caveman kept screaming at him that Ash was his. He wasn’t letting her go. He knew it before, but now he really knew it. She was his. As she rocked and swayed above him and he had to grind his teeth to powder to keep from coming before she threw herself off the edge, the beat inside of him chanted on and on. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.

  Ash swiveled and ground and pumped her hips hard. He hoped to hell she was close because he’d been close before he even got inside of her. The only reason he was hanging on was sheer will power and the fucking condom that cut off just enough feeling that he was able to hold back.

  The rocking and grinding grew more intense. He felt the shivers in Ash’s thighs, which were locked so tightly around him it was almost uncertain where he began, and she ended. He certainly felt the tremors deep inside of her, the way her muscles clenched hard around his cock.

  She let out a breathy sigh right before her cries of pleasure exploded into the room. His name was dragged out somewhere in the moans and the whimpers and the hoarse screams.

  Trace lost it. He gripped her hips, dug his fingers into her ass and rocked her hard onto his cock. He drove deep inside of her, his hips flexing and pulsing since he wasn’t holding back any longer. Ash’s muscles clenched him hard, pulsing and throbbing and his whole world exploded.

  His vision dimmed, his cock went rigid, his balls pulled up so far it felt like he’d just inhaled them into his throat, and he could only say that he exploded. Trace came harder than he could ever remember coming. He came and came and fucking came until he was drenched in sweat, every single muscle in his body tight and hard as stone. He couldn’t remember what was happening or his name or anything else about what they’d done that night or what they were going to do the next night. It was just them, just him and her and their bodies. God, he felt his climax right down to his toes. He was pretty sure, just like those cartoons, that smoke exploded out of his ears.

  Ash fell forward. She collapsed against him, the sticky sweat of their bodies combining as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a breathy kiss on his lips. She felt good there, so incredibly right. The aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed around his cock and his throbbed inside of her in response.

  Trace studied Ash’s face for a minute before her eyes lazily flickered open. She stared at him through those adorably hooded lids. She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked and sated, though he was far from being finished with her.

  He wanted her in every way possible. His cock flexed hard, letting her know what it thought about the idea. His inner caveman was doing a fierce male war dance, beating its chest and crying out loud masculine grunts.

  “I- you’re still…” she blushed and turned her face.

  “Hard?” He grinned. He reached up and guided her back to looking at him. God, he loved her eyes. He loved the way her lips remained parted so that she could let out those sexy raspy breaths between them. “You bet. You’re so damn sexy, Ash. This is how I’ve been walking around since we met in the coffee shop. This is what you do to me. I could barely make it through dinner. I wanted to pull you across the table and pleasure you right there. I want to- I want to have you in every way, in every position, on every surface in this apartment.”

  Her eyes widened and her lips parted, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she leaned forward and twined her fingers through the dark strands of his hair. “I didn’t know that- that men could- I mean, I thought it takes a while before…”

  “Not with you it doesn’t. Never with you.”

  “I’m not- I mean- I’m just average looking…”

  “No.” Trace brought her face back to his and kissed her until her body responded. Her hips ground down and her inner muscles flexed and clenched around him. “But for now, I’ll give you a break. I’m starving. Let’s order a pizza and you can put on some horrible romantic comedy and I’ll pick just where it is that I want to take you next. I think- maybe- the shower.”

  “The shower?” she gasped.

  “Yes. The shower. Unless you prefer the kitchen counter, the table, the couch, the floor, hell, we could even get one of those swing contraptions and try the roof.”

  The contractions that squeezed the life out of his cock told him that she liked that idea. Or one of them. Maybe all of them. “You’re unbelievable,” she whispered thickly. She stroked her hand down his cheek and over his jawline. He turned and pressed a kiss into her palm, and she gasped again, that sweet feminine inhale of breath that drove him mental.

  “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

  “I- it’s a good thing.” Her smile grew, becoming sexier, and more confident. “It’s definitely a good thing.”

  Trace rolled her over in a single move, pinning her down. “I’ll order that pizza now. You- you pick the movie.”

  “What if I don’t want pizza or a movie?”

  He grinned down at her before he bent and nipped her earlobe. She writhed into him, so incredibly responsive. He sucked on the tender skin of her neck and kissed her jaw. “I’m starving. I need the pizza. The movie, we’ll put on and ignore. Does that sound like a deal?”

  “It’s a deal if you can get some dipping sauce. There are a few places that have this jalapeno ranch that is amazing. It’s my favorite.”

  “Got it.” He kissed her thoroughly until they were both breathless. “Although I must say there is a dipping sauce I like much better. You have
to try it sometime.”

  “What’s that?” She frowned up at him.

  He winked before he pulled out and rolled away to avoid the swat he knew was coming. “You.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Ash

  After a few days of mind-blowing, phenomenal, off the charts, out of the universe, better than anything sex, Ash felt like a new woman. Somehow, Trace was right. He’d actually told her it was his plan to make her more aware of how amazing she was by showing her in bed. She had more confidence. She felt like she walked around with a new glow, despite the late hours she was keeping.

  That said, the prospect of Trace meeting her family still turned her into a nervous wreck. Her mom was like a living breathing chastity belt. No, that wasn’t right. Her mom wanted her to be with someone. She spent more time worrying about Ash’s drying up uterus and ovaries than any other human being on earth, certainly more than she herself did.

  She was more like… a boner deflator.

  She was worried that once Trace met her family, he’d cut her off for good. There was nothing sexy about meeting the good old family.

  And he wasn’t even her real boyfriend.

  She’d missed him. He’d had to watch his niece the night before and she selfishly felt lost having to spend a night alone. Not that he spent nights. He didn’t. He came over in the evenings, they ordered something in, or she made something to eat, and then he fucked her senseless, usually more than once. They threw in little bits of conversation here and there, getting to know each other a little.

  She didn’t want it said that she’d just used him for his body, after all.

  Ash’s hands nearly strangled the steering wheel as she navigated her car through the city to her parent’s house. They were getting close. Time to have the conversation she didn’t actually want to have. The little pre-meet my family pep talk warning.

  “So, we’re going to play the part. My mom will meet you and be satisfied for months to come that we’re still together, even though of course we won’t be. I’ll just keep putting her off and then tell her we broke up.” She white-knuckled the steering wheel. They were getting close. All that stood between her sex life drying right the fuck up and her family was about three blocks.