Boys: Alphas of 2017 - Vol 1

by Hazel Parker

  “I’ll let you know.” I smiled, feeling like a temptress. I was dying to be with him again, but I didn’t want to completely abandon my friends.

  “So, I’ll see you here again, about three?”

  “If you’re lucky.”

  “Please don’t tease me,” Marcus dropped his voice, “I need to be with you again. I haven’t even begun to show you the things I want to do with you.”

  “You mean it gets better?” I raised an eyebrow.

  He simply winked at me, enigmatically. I kissed him again and darted away, back into the resort. I didn’t know what’d come over me, but I loved the feeling of freedom I had at that moment. I also couldn’t wait to find the girls and tell them how good I felt.

  “Finally, thank God!” said May, breathing an exaggerated sigh of relief.

  “It’s about damn time,” muttered Daphne.

  Ruby just leaped up and threw her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. The sun was setting as I found them around a table at the bar by the pool. The girls were already a couple of drinks in and all were wearing an expectant expression as I greeted them, so I couldn’t disappoint by playing coy. I blushed as I told them that Marcus and I had made love.

  “I can still see the glow on you, baby.” said Ruby with a smile after she’d finished jumping up and down. “So…?”

  “So… what?” I stared at my best friend.

  “So… how many times did you do it? Did you come?” I pushed her away but Ruby wouldn’t let it go. “What positions? Did he go down on you?”

  “Oh my God, Ruby!” I complained. “Do you have to be so rude?”

  “She’s right Ruby, calm down. She’ll never tell us anything.’ May said, protectively.

  “Thank you, May,” I took a seat at the table.

  “Not when she is sober, at least,” she continued. “Bartender! Champagne! Over here!”

  Ruby and Daphne burst out laughing and I resigned myself to the fact that they weren’t going to be satisfied until they’d learned every gory little detail. But I didn’t have to fill them in yet, not until I’d had a drink. I began with the trip to the clearing, the birds and the tiny lunch place, filling in the details I’d gathered about Marcus’s past and his new love for surfing, so that I was on my third glass of Moët, and therefore a lot more relaxed, by the time I got to the actual sex.

  Even so, it was difficult to replay it for them, and it made me uncomfortable. I knew I was among friends, friends that were a lot broader minded and experienced than me, but I still felt shy telling them such intimate details. I wanted to be more open and brazen about it, like them, but it still made me blush. Particularly when I tried to tell them how good something felt or what I’d wanted him to do. It felt nice to relive the scene, but awkward to try and describe it. Finally, accepting that they weren’t going to get much more from me, my ladies held up their glasses to toast my conquest, which made me blush even more.

  “Anyway, Daphne,” said Ruby, “You’d just gotten into his room…”

  It took me a moment to realize what they were talking about. I must have appeared just as Daphne was recounting her own adventure.

  “Oh, yeah,” she smiled, eager to pick up where she left off. “So, he closes the door and he’s on me right away, pulling down my jeans. He spun me around quickly and drilled me against the door. Oh, my God! And that was just the start…”

  I cringed as Daphne recounted her tale that made my tryst seem very PG-13. The other two were engrossed though, as I reached for more champagne. By the time Daphne finished her story, I felt pretty dizzy. It wasn’t too late, but we elected to go to bed anyway. Ruby supported me as they got out of the elevator, while I felt silly for drinking so much and not eating dinner. Soon though, I was in bed, picturing Marcus as I drifted off to sleep.

  Deciding to skip breakfast the next day, I caught up with the girls as they lay on the beach again. It was nearing mid-morning and I noticed that even Daphne, the most committed drinker among us, was sticking to water. I figured I wasn’t the only one to have overdone it a little, the night before.

  Relaxing in the sun again, we spent our time chatting about nothing in particular. One of May’s kids had a sniffle, but her nanny had insisted there was no need for her to come home. Daphne hadn’t seen the guy she hooked up with again yet, and Ruby decided he was probably running away.

  “I hate to leave you guys again,” I announced as we headed back for lunch, “But I sort of promised Marcus he could take me out again.” I felt so bad saying it, but the desire to see him was only getting stronger as time passed. Daphne and Ruby looked at each other.

  “Come on,” smiled Daphne.

  “Really?” complained Ruby.

  “Damn right. Twenty bucks.”

  “What’s going on?” I asked, as Ruby began digging in her purse to produce a banknote.

  “Oh, I bet Ruby twenty big ones that you’d be rushing off to see Marcus again today,” Daphne told me. “And she insisted you – and I’m quoting directly – ‘would bang him once and never go back’.”

  “Ruby!” I shrieked, smacking her on the arm again.

  “What? Will you stop whacking me?”

  The girls decided to go out and spend some money, but insisted on helping me get ready for my date first before they left. After they’d gone, I examined myself in the mirror of the elevator again as I traveled downstairs. My tan was looking very good, my hair was flying free under a big sunhat, and I wore my usual, minimal makeup look. This time though, I’d borrowed a slim, elegant sundress from May. It was yellow, with a cute floral pattern on it, had thin straps and a hemline that fell just below the knee. I was taking a chance, hoping Marcus didn’t plan to drag me through the jungle again, but I figured he would be wanting me to see something different.

  He was already downstairs, waiting in his jeep, as I exited the lobby.

  “Wow,” he whistled, looking at me over his sunglasses. “I swear I’ve never seen anyone look as amazing as you do right now.

  I blushed. But Marcus’ sincere compliment made me feel beautiful. He didn’t look half as bad either. Dressed in only a loose green tank top and jeans, to me, he looked good enough to eat. His top especially suited him perfectly, showing off his strong arms and ripped shoulders. “Why thank you.” I eventually managed to say.

  He got out to help me, as I climbed up into the jeep. I got tingles as he held my hand again. I loved the way he always guided me in and out of the car. He seemed so gentlemanly, it made me smile inside. He got back in beside me and, without another word; he leaned suddenly in to kiss me.

  It was intense, passionate. His tongue probed my mouth, his soft lips caressing mine. The kiss took my breath away, made my heart beat faster, and sent a warm, welcome sensation down to my loins. Marcus broke off so we could come up for air.

  “Damn,” he whispered, “I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t,” I collected myself. “So, where to today?”

  “I thought,” he began, tracing his fingers lazily across the top of my breasts, “We could just get a room.” He leaned in to gently kiss my neck, his other hand sliding delicately up my thigh, under my dress.

  “Oh? Did you?” I gasped. My body was almost trembling and there was a strong throbbing between my legs.

  “I did.” Marcus breathed in my ear “So I could spend the afternoon fucking you to ecstasy.”

  My head was spinning. I could feel his fingers lightly stroking my inner thigh and my pussy was almost dripping as I relived the feeling of his hard cock gliding its way inside me. However, I pulled away a little.

  “I’m sorry, Marcus.” I said, to answer to his questioning look. “I want to be with you again, too. But I can’t just jump into bed with you. I need a date first.”

  “So, you want another tour of the island? Fort Zoutman, the Chapel of Alto Vista, and the California Lighthouse?” he sounded a little pissed off.

  “No, of course not,” I soothed him.
This was supposed to be light and fun. Drama free. “I want you to show me something personal. Like you did yesterday.”

  Marcus thought for a moment, then smiled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re a lady and I should treat you like one. I know just the place if you’ll let me take you. Can you forgive me for expecting too much?”

  “That depends on how nice you are to me,” I teased him.

  We set off. To my amusement, we passed the Chapel of Alto Vista and California Lighthouse, with Marcus pointing them out as we drove by. We continued along roads lined with lush green foliage, rounding the northern point of the island and heading down its eastern coast, along dramatic cliff top roads with shining turquoise waves at the bottom. The sun was overhead, baking us as we drove along in the open-topped vehicle, and as we crossed the thin and treacherous looking natural bridge, I had to grip Marcus’s hand. It was the remains of a collapsed cave, he explained, and perfectly safe. It didn’t look strong enough to support us as we crossed it to me, though.

  A hundred yards after the bridge, Marcus turned his car off road and, soon enough, we were slowly rolling up to the edge of a sheer limestone cliff-drop. He put the brakes firmly on and hopped out to help me. Standing on the grass, close to the drop-off, he pointed me down to the bottom. I saw a beach that was totally different from the ones I’d seen on the other side of the island. The waters were still, crystal-blue and beautiful, but the waves crashed with force onto the sands.

  “Andicuri Beach,” Marcus named it. “It’s dangerous. Swimming is banned and you won’t see many families building sand castles here. The beaches on the opposite side of Aruba, like the one at your resort, they’re all calm, protected by the land like they’re in a lagoon. But there’s nothing beyond this beach until you hit Africa. This is where I surf.”

  I was in awe. Marcus indicated something tiny in the wild water. I followed where he was pointing and spotted a lone surfer, looking like a tiny black stick figure from up where we were. He was streaking across the waves, looking so insignificant and vulnerable among the deadly surf until, inevitably, he was wiped out by a huge wave.

  “Oh my God!” I nearly screamed. “Should we call someone?”

  “He’ll be fine,” Marcus said with a laugh. And, sure enough, we quickly saw him pulling himself to safety and then rushing back out into the waves, as soon as he’d caught his breath.

  “How can he do that? How can you do that? For fun?” I asked in wonder.

  “It’s the only way I know to feel alive,” Marcus told me, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I can’t imagine not doing it, not living my life to the fullest. After facing death so many times in combat, spending every day not taking any chances is just not an option for me.”

  “Wow,” I whispered. I used to be just like that, never taking chances, I thought privately. Sometimes I still am. Hell, a lot of the time I am. It must feel so good to be so free. “So,” I turned in his arms to face him, “Am I a chance you took? Or am I a risk to your life?”

  He smiled down at me, moving his face closer. “Not sure, I’ll tell you later.”

  He brought his hand up to the back of my head, pushing his fingers into my hair and gently holding me still as he softly pressed his lips against mine. I let myself relax, opening my mouth so I could lightly caress his tongue. His kiss grew deeper, his other hand slid down to my ass and, as I pushed my body against him, I could feel the throb of his erection as it strained to be released from its denim prison. His lips, the feel of his hard body, knowing I was turning him on, it was all filling me with an overwhelming feeling of desire. I loved that I was making him hard, loved that he wanted to fuck me right there. What if someone comes, I heard a voice inside my head say. We’re up here on top of a cliff! This is crazy!

  “God, Sarah,” Marcus breathed, pulling back so his mouth was still less than an inch from mine, “I need to fuck you, right now. I need to hear you moaning as I touch you.”

  I didn’t have time to protest. He easily picked me up, turned, and set me butt first onto the tailgate of the jeep. Still nervous of being caught, but craving his touch and electrified to see where this was going, I opened my legs for him to step right up to me. We kissed again, hard, Marcus’s fingers pulling down the straps of my sundress, freeing my breasts for his hands to massage and maul. Each brush of his smooth skin against my nipples sent ripples of tingling pleasure down to my enflamed pussy that had already soaked my underwear. Still kissing me, he laid me gently on my back kissing his way down my neck so he could mash and lick my eager tits. I groaned as he fed on my chest, the heat in between my legs growing harder and harder to bear.

  Reaching down, I tried to undo his pants. It was a struggle, but with a little help, I managed to release him. Already unbelievably hard, his long member began throbbing at my touch, bringing a low moan from him. My whole body vibrating from his caresses, his kisses, and the danger that anyone could find us at any time. I was almost overflowing with lust. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him so we were locked hard together. Maybe reading my mind, Marcus managed to lift up my dress, pulling the hem up to my waist as he kneeled on the floor between my thighs. The low height of the jeep’s floor, as it sat with its tailgate open, put us perfectly in position for me to pull him against me again. Through my panties, I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing almost painfully against my desperate hole. Flexing my hips, I rubbed myself along his length, the sensations making us both cry out.

  Marcus slid my underwear to the side again, his thumb brushing across my slippery clit and making me shudder. He slid his thick staff slowly over my wet slit, the slick friction sending bolts of pleasure through my body and forcing my hips to grind my pussy against him harder.

  “Don’t stop,” I heard myself say, and Marcus obliged. He slid his cock against me again, making me moan.

  “I love making you moan,” he whispered, increasing speed as he ground himself along the full length of my willing hole. Each press of his cock against me was heavenly, bringing small noises from me and making me pant.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I heard myself chanting as I was forced closer and closer to orgasm. I was losing control, the world around me was drifting away as Marcus’s spectacular cock teased me toward oblivion. “Oh, GOD!” I screamed. “I can’t take anymore! Put it in, Marcus! Please!” He barely missed a stroke; he just adjusted his angle slightly and slid straight into my welcoming pussy. I cried out as he slipped easily inside me and, as soon as his hips hit my butt, my loins exploded into a white-hot ball of ecstasy that shook my whole being. Marcus didn’t let up, pounding me hard and fast, ensuring every new thrust simply added to the waves of delirious pleasure that engulfed me. I screamed, I moaned, I swore as the incredible sensations threatened to overwhelm me completely.

  Finally, Marcus seemed to slow his movements and I was able to gradually come back to myself. I lay still, trying to get my breathing under control. I opened my eyes to see Marcus smiling down at me.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Amazing,” I replied breathlessly. “Absolutely amazing.”

  “Good,” he grinned wider. I felt him flex inside me, the sensation incredible against my still quivering walls. He was still so hard! “Because it’s my turn now.”

  He slid out of me swiftly, bringing another yelp of pleasure from me. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you come?” I asked him as he turned me around. I felt the tip of his still-standing member brush my ass.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered, his mouth right behind my ear. “I will.”

  He eased me down with a hand on my back, until I was bent forward over the back of the jeep. My legs were still shaking as he lifted my skirt again, slipping down my panties so my butt was bare before him. As I looked out to the sea, the sun behind us glinting off the distant waves, I could feel him teasing my sopping wet hole with the tip of his cock. He pushed himself in, just a fraction, and my pussy jolted back into lif
e, raring to go despite coming so hard just moments ago. I let out a long, soft moan as he slipped in and out, so shallow, rubbing his tip over my clit.

  I was soon aching for him again. “Please stop teasing me Marcus,” I complained. “Just fuck me.”

  He entered me, about half an inch, and I braced myself to be hammered mercilessly. “Beg,” he said.

  “What?” I cried.

  “Beg me to fuck you,” he repeated.

  “Please,” I managed, my voice a little more than a husky moan. “I beg you. Please fuck me, Marcus.”

  I heard the wide grin in his voice as he said, “Good girl.” An instant later, he thrust himself into me as hard and deep as he could. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful, yet I still found myself writhing and crying out in ecstasy. He slid out and then forced himself back in, even deeper. It was amazing. I felt like no one had ever been as deep as this and couldn’t stop myself begging him for more.

  “Faster.” I panted, “Deeper.”

  Marcus did as I said, moaning himself as he drove urgently in and out of me. The jeep began rocking on its brakes from the power of his pounding. I stared out at the waves, moaning in joy, even though I felt like the next push could send us over the edge, like each time he fucked himself into me might be the last. I could feel him tensing, pulsing, and hear his breathing growing more ragged as another orgasm approached, ready to carry me off into rapture. I was close, so close. Just one more thrust was all I needed…

  The heat built up in my core erupted again, washing over me and tearing uncontrolled cries from my open mouth. Marcus kept hammering at me, kept the waves of electricity gushing through my tingling nerves until, somewhere deep down, I felt him freeze, throb, and then burst inside me, and releasing volleys of sticky fluid deeper into my body than anything had ever been before.

  We seemed to stay like that for ages, the gentle breeze drying our sweat covered skin as we tried to relearn how to breathe. Finally, Marcus slipped out of me and sat down heavily, rolling onto his back. I sat too, laying down next to him and scooting up closer.