Overzealous Alphas

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Sure, Thanks. Umm, just move it right here.” He arranges the lounger to where I am pointing before stepping back.

  “How’s that?” His megawatt smile just about knocks me on my feet.

  “Perfect, thank you.” I grin. My manners coming back to me, I stick out my hand, “I’m Savannah, my friends call me Savy.”

  “James. Nice to meet you.”

  We stare at each other for a moment before the waiter assigned to my cabana comes by to take my drink order. I switch to my drink of choice, a Harley’s Havoc if you will. It is a shot of rum, half sprite, half pineapple and a splash of cranberry. The best damn drink ever, and I am not usually one for fruity drinks.

  “James, can I at least get you a drink as thanks for helping me with my chair?”

  He orders a beer and sits down on another lounger. We begin with small talk. The conversation flows easily between the two of us, as if we have known each other for years. I learn that he is twenty-four, here as a “supervisor” for his sister’s bachelorette party - basically here to make sure they all make it back home safe and sound. He recently graduated college with a Master’s in Business administration and went straight to work at his father’s company. I fill him in on my life standing. Not excluding my recent revelation about my husband. I guess the drinks have begun to affect me because usually, I am not so forth coming about my personal life.

  “Damn, he not only cheated but got her pregnant? Please tell me she was at least Kate Hudson… something to make cheating on you worth it?” I fall out in laughter.

  “Right? Like if it was Kate Hudson I would have given a hall pass. Like do your thing bae.” We laugh for a moment before a brief sadness brings my mood down. Honestly, why did he cheat?

  As if sensing where my thoughts were going, James grabs my chin gently, turning my face towards him. “Savy, you are stunning, intelligent, and all around fucking sexy. Don’t let some asshole’s bad decision make you doubt yourself. Any man would be lucky to have you.” I swoon slightly at his words before I am pulled from my reverie by the server asking if I need anything else to drink or would like some dinner.

  I am shocked to find how late in the evening it is. “I am so sorry James! I didn’t mean to monopolize your evening.”

  “You didn’t,” he smiles his panty dropping smile before brushing some hair from my eyes, “I enjoyed every minute of it.” His light touch sends electricity shooting straight to my core. Every nerve ending instantly alive with thoughts of his hands caressing my body, bringing me to the edge of pleasure. I mentally slap myself before my thoughts get carried away and stand up, collecting my things.

  “Well, all the same, thank you James for a fun afternoon. I truly appreciate it.” I lean in to hug him, his masculine scent mixed with the salt water from the pool surrounding me. He kisses me gently on the cheek before pulling away.

  “Thank you Savy. Have a good night, and I will see you tomorrow.”

  I turn and walk away, feeling his eyes on me until I enter the building. Only then do I stop and turn, seeing him still looking at me, I give a shy wave and head to my room.

  I order a light dinner from room service before drawing a hot bath and relaxing in the oversized tub. I cue up my kindle and begin reading my latest book. I am in love with this romantic comedy. If only I could find a person to love this much and feel that strong of a connection with. As I get a particularly steamy scene about the main character and her love interest, I can’t help but imagine it is James, caressing me, tracing my body with his tongue, fucking me to oblivion. I close my eyes and set my kindle to the side, replaying the scene in my head, I imagine myself with James.

  Moving my hands to my breasts, I gently circle my now pebbled nipples, pinching and twisting, before sliding one hand down my stomach, below the water until I reach my smooth pussy. I run my fingers over my swollen lips, opening my legs wider, as far as the sides of the tub will allow. I spread my juices around, still slick and abundant even in a bath full of water, as I massage my clit. Slowly, I insert two fingers, imagining James is fucking me at a leisurely pace. I pick up the rhythm, fucking myself faster and faster, alternately squeezing my nipples with my free hand. My back arches as fuck myself harder. Just as I am about to fall over the edge, I use my thumb to gently rub my clit, pushing me over the cliff of my orgasm. I can’t help myself, the strangled cry that erupts from my throat echoes against the tiles, making it sound like a shout. I lay in the scented water, panting as my mind whirls over how hard I came. Not even my ex-husband ever made me come so hard. When the water finally cools, I slip out of the tub and slowly dry myself off. The fluffy cotton towel only adds to the pleasure I’m feeling. It’s soft and comfortable, soothing my electrified nerve endings.

  My room service arrives just as I belt the luxurious spa robe around myself. I quickly eat, barely even tasting my food before falling into bed without bothering with the silk pajamas I brought. The smooth, fine sheets caress my skin further, keeping me tantalized as I drift easily to sleep for the first time in a while.

  I awake feeling oddly refreshed. I slept harder than I thought I would considering the circumstances. I have coffee and a light breakfast from room service before slipping on a linen dress and heading to the spa for a massage and facial. I am all set for an hour and half massage, hot stone facial and pedicure. By the time my pampering is done, I feel like a brand-new woman. I slip into one of my new bikinis and head to my cabana, blissfully unaware of what the day holds for me. I get myself situated, ordering a drink before I set out for some sun. I am just getting to the good part in my book when I hear a voice behind me.

  “You are going to burn if you aren’t careful”.

  Turning toward the voice that seems laced with desire, my breath catches slightly at the sight of James standing before me in all his glory. Feeling playful, I toss him my unopened bottle of sunscreen.

  "Here, make yourself useful," I tease as he deftly catches the lotion.

  He flicks open the cap idly with one hand, making the catch look effortless. He raises an eyebrow at my comment, before nodding and pouring a copious dollop onto his palm. With a cheeky grin, he leans forward as if to rub it on my back before turning at the last moment to smear it against his own chest.

  "Don’t mind if I do, Savy."

  I can't help but laugh at his cocky move. I roll over to yank my sunscreen back, momentarily forgetting my top is untied and unwittingly flashing him a view of one of my breasts.

  His eyes widen with surprise (and seemingly to his delight judging by the look in them) as he involuntarily gapes at my breasts. Letting go of the sunscreen he playfully reaches out to cup my exposed breast playfully.

  "I gotta cover the other one too... only managed to do one," he says with a sexy wink.

  Shocked at myself that I essentially just sat there while he groped my tits, I’m speechless but instantly aroused by his rough hands on my tender flesh. My nipples to harden beneath his palms. I’m conflicted between my initial fear of being exposed and my growing desire for this man.

  He seems to study my face, which I’m sure betray my mixed emotions. As my nipples peak higher, a slow grin spreads across his face. I know he can feel it. The glint in his eyes growing more mischievous, he begins to toy and play with one. He pauses to pour more sunscreen on directly on my chest. He deliberately avoids my eyes, which eases my self-consciousness.

  Using both his hands now, he slowly rubs the cream in, the soft flesh responding as he squeezes and kneads it. With the downward cast of his eyes, he notices as I helplessly rub my thighs against each other. Keeping his focus on the triangle between my legs, he clears his throat softly.

  “You know, I haven’t had breakfast yet, and I’m quite famished. I’m suddenly in the mood for something sweet.”

  At his words, I can’t help the moan that drips from my lips. I feel my arousal flood my core instantly, though he hasn’t said more than a few words. I’m quickly fascinated by the mental image of his mouth on me, of
him inside me.

  It takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to push him down to his back and mount him like he’s a fucking bronco. Who cares if anyone sees me? I fight the dueling emotions in my head. Should I let this man, whom I’ve barely met, have his way with me? Do I politely turn him away? I shake my head in amusement. There are worse problems to have.

  He seems to take my silence for permission to continue. I must admit, if I didn’t really want it, I could easily have rolled over onto my belly again, while making some bratty comment to lighten the rejection. Yet, I remained still, my body on display before him, frozen as I wondered what he’d do next.

  Before I had a chance for rational thought, he made my decision for me. Keeping his gaze on my pussy, he begins to caress my thighs, the fingers of his strong hands splayed wide. Slowly brushing his fingers along against my skin, so softly I almost wonder if I’m imagining it. His hands gently travel to my inner thighs making me shiver at his touch.

  His skin against mine feels like pure heaven. My back arches, my body begging for him. I’m a heartbeat away from spreading my legs wide open and pleading for him to take me, when the waiter walks up and asks for James’ drink order. Proving he is a gentleman, he subtly covers me with my beach towel before ordering drinks for us both. Just as the waiter turns to leave, I decide I want to see if I can turn this up a notch or two.

  “Before you go, we’re also a little… hungry. Would you kindly bring us one of your fruit trays? Please make sure we have a variety of sweet fruit. You know, like pineapple, strawberries… and the like.” I grin smugly at James, letting the towel slip as I lay back down. I shoot him a look that says, ‘your move.’

  Grinning at me, I realize he knows exactly what I’m doing. His chest seems to puff up proudly as he slips his hand under the towel where it has pooled at my waist. His touch returns to my smooth thighs, caressing them with long, slow strokes. His devilish smile returns as his eyes roam over me again.

  “Food is a great idea,” he says before pausing, his eyes moving back down to my legs as I desperately try not to writhe beneath the towel. “Though, I doubt any of those sweet fruits can compare to the forbidden one I’m suddenly craving.”

  I nearly gasp as I see the same hunger in his eyes that I am almost sure burns in mine. I softly shudder as my empty pussy clenches from the fire in his stare. My body aches for him to give me something, anything, to ease the inferno threatening within me. I’ve felt lust and desire before. Tristian and I never had a bad sex life, by any means. This, though? This is a burning need unlike any I’ve ever felt before. I crave it like addict craves their next hit, yet all he has done is gently caress me. In my bones, I know it goes beyond simple lust. No one can feel sexual desire like this without there being something more, right? Some other connection on a deeper level? Deciding to take a chance, I pull him closer, until his lips are inches from mine. I feel his breath against my skin, alighting my body with goosebumps.

  “Well then help yourself. Who am I to deprive you of the fruit you crave?” I whisper as I spread my legs, tracing his lips with my tongue before diving in and drinking from his mouth like I’ve been in the Sahara for days without water.

  James leans into the kiss, returning my passion with his own. He seems just as lost to the moment as I am as he presses his lips to mine harder. A warm tingle starts at my toes as he slips his tongue into my mouth, taking command, possessing everything in his path. He makes a sound that’s halfway to a growl as he moves over me, nuzzling my neck with his nose and inhaling deeply. I don’t know if it’s my perfume that he loves or what, but something sends him into a state of near-frenzy. He licks and nips at the skin of my throat, making me dizzy with excitement. No one has ever shown so much enthusiasm for me like this, and we’ve barely done a thing.

  As he settles over me, I feel the hard length of his cock pulsing against my thigh. Judging by the feel of it, James is blessed. Which, in turn, means I am doubly so.

  His hands tangle in my hair for a moment, as he tilts my head just the way he wants and gives me another soul-shaking, plundering kiss. He’s commanding and ferocious, which makes me feel like just handing all of me over to him to do as he pleases. I can’t explain it, but in addition to making me feel sexy and desirable, he makes me feel safe.

  He finally breaks the kiss and tenderly stares into my eyes. His voice is such a low whisper, I almost miss it.

  “I may not be the same man once we emerge from this, Savy, but I’m willing to take that risk,” he croons as he slides one hand down between my thighs, not shying away from the challenge he seems to have set for himself...

  My body has a will of its own, as if he is a magnet drawing me in. My body quakes, silently begging him to enter me, to fill me with any part he sees fit to give.

  James rises and moves towards the cabana entrance. I’m momentarily bereft at the loss of him between my legs, until I realize he was just closing the curtains to the cabana to shield our privacy. I smile at his chivalry, his foresight to take my bit of modesty into consideration. In no time at all, he is over me again, kissing me hard, his own need evident as I wrap my arms around his neck and feel his muscles nearly trembling beneath my hands.

  “Now,” he whispers against my lips, “where were we?”

  “Well sir, I do believe you were about to sample my fruit,” I say with a girlish giggle. I can’t resist throwing a cheeky grin in his direction. He slowly slides his hand down my side, grazing my breast on his way down. I’m overcome by more shivers at his touch. Every part of me feels alive. He slowly slides my bikini bottoms down, taking his time before tossing them thoughtlessly to the side.

  “Oh, yes,” he growls.

  Without any hesitation, he spreads my folds before him, his eyes roaming over my glistening pink flesh. He leans down to glide his tongue over me--one quick flick--followed by the flat of it running along the length of my slit. I hear a throaty grown resonate as my flavor hits his tongue. I feel him tense, every muscle within my reach so tight and hard I instinctively know he is trying to control himself. I try to find the words to tell him to let go, to devour me, to consume me entirely. I unwillingly buck my hips as his continues his path along the seam of my cunt, which only serves to push it closer to his mouth. I feel his nose tickle against my shaved mound, bringing a smile to my lips. My grin is quickly replaced by a silent scream as he slips his tongue just over my clit, teasing and fluttering but never quite touching that throbbing spot. I hear him chuckle and realize he is doing it on purpose; balancing me on the edge between my desire and my need for satisfaction.

  I feel the wet heat of his mouth rolling in small circles against my core. Just when I think he is finally going to seek out my clit, he slides his tongue back down, making me fist my hands in his sandy hair. I tug on the strands as I grind my hips against him, communicating my growing frustration with being denied the bliss I know he can give me.

  He rubs his tongue over the slick flesh until he reaches the bottom. As if I wasn’t already writhing in need, the impossible man dances his tongue quickly right at the spot between my two holes. Teasing one then the other… alternating between the them until I have no idea what to expect or what will come next.

  I look down and see him looking up at my face from between my thighs. I idly wish I could snap a picture of the rapturous look in his eyes as just the top half his face peeks out over the swell of my breasts. He gives me an irresistible wink just before his fingers spreading my lips wider and shoves his tongue inside. He dives in enthusiastically, my walls instantly clenching. I part my legs as far as they will go, opening myself completely up to him. I’m rewarded with more thirsty licks that bring me that much closer to oblivion. He brings his right hand down to rub gently before prodding me with his finger then easing it inside my blazing center. I moan as he pushes, pushes in deep, all the while he never ceases his frenzied lashes against me. I tremble uncontrollably beneath him, holding out as long as I can, until I can’t take another seco
nd.

  “James, please. I need it. I need to come. Please.”

  Without any hesitation, he finally flicks his tongue over my clit before sucking it hard. That’s all it takes. I explode with a gush all over his hands and chin, completely mindless to our outdoor setting. I shout my pleasure without any concern to who might be nearby. I thought I’d made myself come hard in the tub, but it was nothing compared to what this man has just done to me. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to live without it again. I’m hooked.

  He rises above me, smiling proudly, his face and fingers glazed with my juices. Deliberately, he sucks each finger clean before licking his lips. I try to pull him down for a kiss, eager to taste myself on his skin, but he shakes his head at me.

  “No, no, Kitten. This is all for me. You can wait for your fruit to arrive to satisfy your own sweet tooth.”

  I settle back in his lap, not quite comfortable being completely naked now that the euphoria of my orgasm has settled. His proclamation rings in my ears, his words bouncing around in my mind. I can’t quite grasp them. I can’t quite hold on to the thought that I am his. I’ve always fantasized about being taken by an alpha. It seems I have been granted my wish. I decide to set aside my reservations and just go with the flow. Settling back into him more, I feel my body mold to his, his warmth on my naked back, the large beach towel obscuring my nudity. I close my eyes as I savor the moment. I feel truly wanted in this moment, wishing I could halt time as the waiter finally returns, discreetly leaving our drinks and fruit tray. I feel James move behind me, but I remain still. A low hum escapes my throat, sounding almost like a purr of contentment.

  I hear him chuckle behind me, his chest shaking slightly.

  “Here kitten, try this,” he says. I feel something juicy brush against my lips. Opening my mouth, the sweet flavor of the mango explodes on my tongue. My tastes buds rejoice, punctuated by the delicious jolt that shoots through his body the moment as he turns his head to press his lips to mine. It’s a titillating combination of James and fruit.