Her Alpha Male

by Lillith Payne

“Yes.” Her answer was immediate. She waited only a beat before adding, “Only you, Royce.”

  He groaned and felt his erection twitch. She smiled when it did and, palming him, stroked his fullness to the brink of bursting. “God, Royce, you’re so hard, so big, last night I almost didn’t think you’d fit inside me.”

  “Do you have any idea how tight you really are, how warm and sweet it is to be buried inside you, to feel your heat.” His head dropped to her breast, and the discussion ended.

  They went back to communicating with sighs and moans. Royce moved her hand over her heat and pressed her fingers tight to it.

  “Angela, come for me, make yourself come, I want to watch.” He leaned back and saw the indecision on her face, imagined the things going through her mind, and held back a smile when her eyes slipped closed and her fingers started to move over her slick lower lips.

  His finger tugging her belly ring, his motions got more intense as hers did, and all the while he watched her movements, small, tight circles against her clit alternating with slipping her finger inside and out and wiping the moisture over herself.

  On the next pass, he grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers before replacing her hand back to her pussy. He selected the clear dildo and gently slipped it between her legs, letting her decide. Angela groaned and turned to Royce.

  “I’d rather have the real thing.”

  “Later, let me watch you.” She leaned forward and kissed him, then let herself drop back and take the plastic intruder into her body under her own hand. It amazed him when she switched hands, her right moving the dildo while her left grazed against her clit.

  “That’s it, just between you and me, Angela.”

  Somehow, his words registered with her, and she started moving both hands with purpose, shyness and embarrassment gone and abandoning herself to the act.

  He watched with fascination as her hands brought herself toward release, a gasp catching in her throat the moment she climaxed. Her body tensed around the clear invader, and she let it slip out as she relaxed back on the mattress. Royce didn’t waste time shifting his body onto his side, his head coming to rest between her thighs to lave her clean while giving her access to his full erection. Angela’s warm hand encompassed him and, stroked him, mimicking the movement of his tongue. He pulsed in her palm, and she sighed, her free hand moving to hold his head against her in a motion that pushed them both over the edge into mindless abandon.

  Royce dropped beside her, his head still resting on her thigh as her fingers used his ejaculate to lubricate his shaft and keep it erect even after his orgasm. He felt her twisting from their position and realized she was sheathing him. Angela moved to spoon against him, slipping him inside her. He let her adjust their position for her enjoyment and reveled as she rode back against him with enthusiasm and took what she needed to peak while she stroked their joining.

  He was exhausted yet elated as she rode him. His hands grasped her shoulders to reposition her angled slightly forward deepening his penetrations. He let his hands roam along her naked back and sides, occasionally pausing to grasp her breast. He knew his resolve to hold back was waning, his need to climax too much. Royce moistened his fingers with her earlier release and teased her rear entrance. Angela groaned and pushed back against him without conversation. He let his finger slip inside her, felt her clench around him, and gasp at the new sensation. He stilled behind her and let her move over him and again set the pace she wanted. He was close

  to losing control a second time, the idea of how she let him invade her too much to accept. He felt his cock sliding against his finger, the thin membrane all that separated them and whispered her name.

  “Make me come, Royce, please.”

  “Oh, Angela,” he managed just before moving his finger in a different rhythm, sending them both into the darkness of liberation. She slumped beside him and he slowly pulled his spent cock from inside her before carefully moving his hand. He fell back, sated like never before.

  “Thank you,” he managed and wasn’t surprised when she laughed and repeated his words. Neither moved from the place they’d collapsed.

  ———

  Royce lay back with his head propped on a folded towel while the warm water swirled around him and Angela sitting in front of him with her head resting against his chest. They’d been quiet after their afternoon adventure, not uncomfortable, just quiet, and easy in each other’s company.

  “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

  “Nothing important, some work if I can get my mind to think clearly. What about you?” His original plan would have had him long gone from her home and her bed by now. Fate and a snowstorm intervened.

  “Come for a ride with me, Angela, I want to show you the farm I found.”

  “All right. I’d like to see it.”

  “What would you like right now?” He lifted the weight of her breasts already suspended in the water, pushed them together, and molded them with his touch. Her nipples hardened on contact, and he felt her squirm, sending a pulse through him.

  They didn’t waste time with words. She moved from his grasp and stepped out of the tub, pausing only to pull a towel around herself before shaking open a second one. Royce briefly dried the bulk of water from his body before sweeping her into his arms and walking the few paces to the bed.

  After their nap earlier, she’d finished their supper preparation while he continued reading volume two of Evangeline. During that time, she’d

  headed back up stairs and changed the linens. The crisp cotton was cool against his damp body.

  “Royce?”

  He hovered over her for a second too long before his face turned intense.

  “Royce, you’re making me…uncomfortable.”

  “Am I?” His tone left no doubt that had been his goal.

  “Major?” she whispered and watched him take the white scarf from the side table and pull the silky material through his hands and thread it through his fingers while he studied her body.

  “You’re getting wet, aren’t you? Just me holding this damn piece of silk is getting you all hot and bothered, isn’t it?”

  “Damn you, Royce.”

  “Is that a yes, Angela?”

  “Yes.”

  He didn’t ask again. Instead, he dropped over her and straddled her waist. His hands drew hers together in front of him and he tied them securely with the material, testing its strength before looking at her.

  “Angela, is that too tight?” She didn’t answer. She stared. He lifted the knotted silk, and her arms rose with his movement. When he’d pulled them up over her head, he released her against the pillows, her bound wrists high above her head and waited, watching. She moved under him, settling onto the pillows, her hips starting to writhe under him.

  “Angela?”

  “Major, please…”

  His head dropped and he kissed her in a way they hadn’t shared before. It was all about attitude and possession. And Royce possessed her, body and mind, by the time he pulled away. He traced her body with his fingers, which sent small shivers of anticipation through her as he watched her nipples bud harder. He surrendered to the want and took first one, then other, between his lips, adding a hint of teeth when she seemed ready.

  Angela shifted under him. He was intense with his movements. His penis continued to enlarge against her belly. He ran the clear dildo over her mouth and gently pushed it between her lips, watching her moisten it. Her tongue swirled over the duplicate cock and he removed it from her mouth.

  With a half turn he slipped inside her pussy with ease, his hand already learning her tunnel. When deeply embedded, he gently moved it, while holding her in place by straddling her. As she moved with his thrusts, he moved forward, sliding his erection between her breasts, just missing her open mouth. As his hand moved the dildo he moved over her, finally feeding her the length of his shaft. She groaned around him accepting his hardened length.

  Royce had though to tease her a bit, but he
knew neither of them would last if he kept this pace. He reluctantly moved from her lips and settled back.

  She watched him and knew before he moved where his mind went. The small pink phallus replaced the clear dong inside her, and Royce was careful to turn it on to the lowest setting. He left it inside her while he alternated between tugging her nipples and feeding her his erection. He wasn’t sure how he managed to keep himself from exploding, only that with her his body overruled what his mind would ordinarily stop.

  She was disappointed when he pulled it from her, and, she sighed when he held it against her breast and added his teeth to the mix. She squirmed under him, trying to reach that elusive moment when he started moving it up and down her body. First down one side of her waist and hip, across her wet junction of curls to the other side and up. Over and over he repeated the action until she became secure and let her eyes drift closed. When she did, he changed the pattern, forcing her back from the respite she’d slipped into.

  He held it against her navel and covered it with his mouth, his teeth tugging on the metal. Angela groaned when he moved away, a loud gasp coming from inside her when he finally slipped it back in her. She was wet and accepted it openly.

  “More, Royce,” she managed to say but didn’t look directly at him. She focused on his erection, just inches from her lips and licked them with anticipation.

  He obliged and let her suck him again before taking the clear stick and running it along her lips. Her tongue swept out to moisten it, and he moved it lower, using her moisture to ease the path into her rear entrance. He dropped his mouth over hers as he gently inserted it inside her.

  Angela’s hands came forward automatically, but Royce stopped her and pushed them back over her head. “Want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  He saw the determined look in her eye and swelled further. “Good, because I’ve just gotten started. I warned you, Angela, once you were mine, you’d stay mine.”

  “Yes.”

  He let out a short laugh moved off her, stretched out to lie beside her, his face nuzzling her pussy, with his erection just inches from her mouth.

  “Royce, I can’t reach you,” she said while she tried to shift closer.

  “I know,” he said before mixing his tongue with the two intruders in her body. One hand grazed over her breasts, and he pinched the nipple while he mimicked the motion against her clit. Groaning and moving under him, she took the invasions and asked for more. Her hands started to reach to him and she paused when he stopped, resting them back over her head while she gave him a nod of acceptance.

  Finally, he pulled her closer and turned her onto her side so she could swallow him. It didn’t last long, Angela came quickly once she started sucking his cock, her vaginal walls grasping the rubber deeper inside for his view while his lips and teeth assaulted her externally. She came with a shudder and a sigh seconds after he emptied onto her tongue.

  He dropped back but kept the toys in place, gently moving the one in her pussy only slightly to start her in a new pattern of delight. Her body knew what it needed, and she writhed against the dual intrusion.

  “Royce,” she whispered, “make me come again. I don’t care how.” Royce smiled at her abandon and trust.

  ———

  Angela seized the moment and made herself come one last time while he watched. She knew no shame as she allowed him to penetrate her this way. He rolled her back and moved between her legs, finally removing the vaginal toy. His cock came to attention when he rubbed the head against her damp pussy and slipped inside her only after he’d remembered to grab a condom.. The difference was overwhelming, the small toy still in her anus rubbing in unison and she lasted only a few strokes before constricting around his cock and forcing him to a second, smaller ejaculation. She collapsed under him, exhausted and spent, not caring how she looked or what he thought.

  He brushed the hair from her face before leaving her body, pulling out the second toy before he moved off her. He fumbled with the knot on the silk before it slipped free, and he rubbed her wrists while the circulation came back, all the while whispering she was his now, only his.

  Royce pulled her up against his chest and held her tight. “We’re in deep trouble, Angela,” he whispered, and she only nodded into his chest before allowing herself to drift off to sleep in his arms.

  Angela let her mind go blank. Her body was exhausted like never before, and she knew her legs wouldn’t hold her weight if she tried to stand. Royce had given her the best gift ever, himself. In all way’s as she’d given herself. When she tried to feel embarrassed, all she could do was smile. If what they had done together was wrong, so be it. She’d accept all the guilt, willingly.

  Chapter Nine

  Sunday morning, Royce was awake early and shook Angela from a deep sleep. He’d made coffee, and two mugs were on the bedside table when she roused.

  “Morning,” she managed, dragging her fingers through her hair.

  “Morning.” He handed her a mug and moved away. “Prima’s walked and fed. Shower and I’m going to take you out to breakfast, well lunch really.”

  “Yes, to the shower. How about brunch here?” She lifted an eyebrow, and she laughed when he left her sight quickly. “Chicken,” she said, taunting him, but ultimately joined him under the hot spray.

  Her body pressed to his back, she let her soapy hands roam all over him. When he tried to move she held him in place, her lips to his neck, her hand sliding along his arm’s directing them with hers onto the wall before him. One hand stroked his cock while the other moved over his belly and chest. His morning erection was heavy in her hand, and she used the lather to aid her movements.

  “Royce, what will make you come?” Her other hand never stopped moving over him, around him. She’d taken a step away but only to skim her fingers over his shoulders down his back and across his tight buttocks. She found the sensitive spot behind his ear and teased it with the tip of her tongue before latching her lips to his skin and sucking deeply while her tongue continued to torment him with light flicks.

  Royce let her have him, relaxed back against her and closed his eyes, bracing himself with his hands on the wall. He was close to coming and tried to tell her but she shushed him, to wanting to finish him as her hand moved over him with quicker motions.

  “Angela,” he managed to utter just as she bit his neck harder and her hand moved faster and harder against his skin while her other hand slipped

  between his cheeks, just skimming over him lightly. He groaned at her touch and came with an intensity that was new when she penetrated him with her soapy finger. Royce wound up pressed against the shower wall with Angela’s lip’s still attached to his neck and her hands gently stroking his cock, from the inside and outside. She’d let her hand slip away and stepped closer against his body.

  “Morning, Royce,” she whispered, just before she bit his earlobe. He started to push away from the wall and turn but she was already prepared, her body centered and her weight distributed evenly. Her hands smoothed up and down his body several times before she let him relax.

  “You promised me food,” she told him as she rinsed the suds and exited quickly, leaving him alone under the hot spray.

  ———

  What she didn’t let him see was the very self-satisfied smile her lips lifted into. She might be inexperienced in reality, but her mind had imagined many different ways to surprise him.

  Breakfast turned into a late lunch by the time they managed to leave the house. Neither of them mentioned their shower experience. Royce was behind the wheel of Angela’s Buick, and Prima was settled in the back. He drove from the diner to the farm, the distance silent between them. By rote, he pulled off the main road and stopped to take down the cable blocking the private road. On the drive up, he told her about the farm, forty acres that had been left to seed, an old farmhouse with five bedrooms and only one antiquated bath on the lower level.

  There were several barns and outer building all in
need of major repair and a small pond at the southern point. Royce stopped the Buick about a hundred yards from the house.

  Angela was quiet while she studied the structure. It had good, basic lines. It had just been neglected, probably beyond repair. The slate roof was in desperate need of restoration, and pieces of the clapboard siding was missing in places. Wind and time had taken their toll on the structure, weathering it beyond quaint. A large porch ran around the house, but the railing was missing in places and broken in others, and the flooring missing on one side.

  The lower level had planks nailed over the larger windows, but the upstairs windows had been left uncovered, most of them broken, which let in more destruction from the outside. Angela turned to Royce and chose her words before speaking.

  “All right, I see what you see, a falling-down hovel. I also see what it could be with some time and energy. What do you see, Royce? Why did you want to see this property? What would you do here and why?” All valid questions from her perspective.

  He shifted under the steering wheel, obviously uncomfortable and she leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly before pulling quickly back. She waited quietly until he spoke.

  “I always promised myself if I survived long enough to put in my twenty years, I’d retire to an old house, someplace off the beaten path. A place where I was in charge and made all the decisions.”

  “What would you do here?”

  “There are options.” He still couldn’t bring himself to share Ram McCloud with her, even after everything they’d shared in the last forty-eight hours.

  “Such as?” She finally tried to pin him down. He squirmed, and she knew she’d made him uncomfortable. “Can we get out and take a closer look?”

  Royce nodded, and she didn’t wait for him to come around and open her door. Instead, she met him at the back to let Prima out for a run. Angela slowly wandered around the outside of the house and wondered what it had once looked like and what it might be again one day if somebody put some time and effort into it. Angela didn’t allow herself the luxury of picturing herself as that person. As she rounded the back, ignoring all the shrubbery that hadn’t been trimmed in years she let out a gasp.