by Ashlee Price
She was still having her mini freak attack when Cindy sauntered over to her.
“Are you ready?”
“Huh?” Chelsea blinked a couple of times and focused on Cindy. “What did you say?”
“I asked if you were ready to go, what’s up with you?” Cindy narrowed her eyes at her cousin.
“Nothing,” Chelsea lied, “yeah I’m ready to go.”
They headed back to their dorm and got changed for the night. There was a big party planned at the house that Owen lives in for after the game, and they were preparing for that. Chelsea put on her make-up and did her hair even though she wouldn’t be at the party. Cindy didn’t know that though. She and Owen planned to come back to the dorms instead, while there was no one around.
Cindy and Chelsea tried on outfit after outfit, commented to each other about what they thought. Chelsea had recently gone shopping, since she didn’t bring much with her.
Cindy decided on a pair of tight blue jeans, a sparkly black halter top and a leather jacket over top. With her blonde hair and her tall boots she looked like she should have been a model.
Chelsea went with a pair of black tights, a red plaid shirt and a jean jacket over top. She left her short red hair around her face and finished the outfit with a pair of short brown combat boots. She thought she looked pretty good.
Clearly Owen thought the same. When she and the other girls walked up to the group of guys talking before the game, he looked at her a little longer than he normally would.
“Wow Chels, you look great!”
“Thanks Owen.” She smiled at him.
The guys headed inside to change and prep for the game. The girls walked toward the bleachers to sit in their regular spot. Someone grabbed Chelsea’s hand before she got too far. She turned around and it was Miles. No one else was in sight. All of the players had already gone in to the building, and the girls were too far away to notice Chelsea and Miles standing there.
“You look really good tonight Chelsea.” He whispered to her.
She didn’t say anything back. She was too shocked. He stood there quietly for a minute, not letting go of her hand.
“Thanks.” She finally managed to squeak.
She was standing between Miles and the wall of the school building. He took a step forward, she took one back. This motion happened a couple of times until her back was up against the wall. Miles pushed in a little closer, is pelvis resting on hers.
She was embarrassed about the fact that she was enjoying what he was doing. She was supposed to be with Owen, but she loved that she was pinned against a wall by Miles. He was so tall and muscular. He was so close to her, she could see the contours of his muscles. He even smelled good, a musty deep scent that filled her nose until she couldn’t breathe. Her head was swimming.
Miles just stood there for a couple of minutes, looking at Chelsea. She looked back at him, right in to those bright green eyes.
Finally he spoke “Owen is a lucky man. There are so many things I’d like to do to you.”
With that, he lifted off of her, and walked in to the building. She stood there for a minute, unable to move. What had just happened? Was that real? She couldn’t think about that right now, the game was about to start.
Chelsea caught up to her friends who hadn’t noticed the little exchange between her and Miles, and who were too busy talking to realize she was late. They took their seats and were ready to watch the game.
All the boys came out in a big line; dressed in their uniforms they all looked pretty great. She didn’t mean to notice, but Miles looked especially great in his uniform.
The game was great, very intense and fun to watch. Their team won, which of course always made them happy. The whole team ran off the field hooting and hollering and cheering, looks like they would be having one hell of a party tonight. Chelsea couldn’t help but notice that Miles would periodically look at her throughout the game. Not that she was intentionally trying to look at him but every time she did, he was looking back. She thought maybe he was just testing her; after all, he and Owen were friends. Maybe he was seeing if Chelsea would be faithful. Maybe Owen had asked him to, so he was being a nice friend.
She just couldn’t bring herself to believe that anyone like Miles would be in to someone like her. It just didn’t make any sense at all.
She decided not to think about it too much. She would just focus on Owen and their plans for the night. She would forget about what happened with Miles.
When the game was done, she tried to sneak back to the dorm but that was unsuccessful. Cindy was very adamant that she come with her to the party. She finally gave in and sent a text to Owen.
Cindy talked me in to going to the party. It’s at your house though right. Wanna meet up there?
She got a quick reply.
“Sounds good to me beautiful, I’ll see you soon.”
She put her phone back in her pocket and smiled to herself. Owen really liked her, and she liked that. She was pretty sure she liked him too.
The house was pumping with music and was overflowing with people. Chelsea didn’t know even a fraction of them, but that was okay because most of them were drunk anyway. Her and Cindy and Brooke and Megan headed inside and got a drink. The four of them danced together for a while. One by one, the girls started to leave. Cindy got distracted by a cute player on the football team, Brooke was talking to someone who looked very smart, and Chelsea wasn’t even sure where Megan had gone off to. She stood alone in the middle of the dance floor. She finally decided she’d probably be less in the way if she went and sat in one of the chairs that lined the room.
She picked the spot with the least people around, and she took a seat. Her feet were killing her; she had been dancing for at least an hour. She took her phone out and noticed a text from Owen she must have missed over the music.
The boys wanted to get pizza, will be at the house in a bit.
That was okay with her; honestly she hadn’t even realized he wasn’t there. She should be nervous and excited about their plans for the night but she got caught up in having fun with her friends.
She heard the front door open and a huge roar of cheering and clapping went around the room. She could only assume that that meant the boys were back. She was going to get up and find Owen, but she figured he’d find her eventually, and she didn’t want to stand up yet.
She was right, he found her.
“Hey! Did you like the game?” He asked her
“Yeah it was great; you all did such a good job.” She smiled at him.
He looked at her empty cup and then asked “do you want another drink?”
“That would be great Owen, thanks”
He got up and headed to the kitchen where all of the drinks were being served. Looked to her like there was quite a line, he’d probably be a while.
She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, getting comfortable. She skimmed the crowd, watching all of the people dancing. What she hadn’t expected was to make eye contact with anyone. When her eyes met the corner of the room, she saw him. Miles was watching her again. Abruptly she uncrossed her legs and sat up straight. She was instantly nervous when she saw that he was walking her way.
She fidgeted in her seat, looking around to see if she could spot Owen. When she didn’t see him she looked for one of the girls. All she saw were intoxicated people she didn’t know. She looked back at Miles and he was still walking her way. She gave up on the search for her friends and instead took a deep breath and watched him walk towards her.
He was looking at her with an expression she had never seen him wear before. If she wasn’t mistaken, it could have been lust. That was crazy, why would he ever lust over her. Maybe he was just drunk. Maybe he was wondering where Owen was.
It took forever, but he finally reached her. He stood over her, running his eyes over her body. Then he bent over and put his face right next to hers.
“Do you want to talk?” He whispered in her ear.
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bsp; She could feel the heat of his breath, and it sent a chill down her spine. His voice was like silk and she closed her eyes as he spoke.
“Sure,” she said, “take a seat.”
“It would probably be easier to talk in my room; it’s just up the stairs.”
She hadn’t even realized that he lived here too. I guess it made sense when she thought about it. Thinking was hard for her at the moment. Between the booze she had consumed and the fact that Miles was so close to her. She didn’t know what it was about him, but he made her feel different than she ever had before. It was like a part of her craved him and she didn’t know what to do about it. She was all frazzled. Now he wanted to talk to her in his bedroom, what was she going to do?
She knew she should probably say no and find Owen, but her body thought differently. “That does sound like it would be quieter.” She said back to him.
He smiled at her with that smile of his and another chill went down her spine. “Perfect.” He laid his hand on her shoulder and slowly ran his fingers down her arm until he reached her hand. The chills wouldn’t stop, and something tightened in her lower belly. He intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled her to her feet. He navigated his way through the crowd, pulling her behind him. They made their way to the stairs and headed up.
She hadn’t noticed before that the house was so nice. The downstairs was filled with drunken people and booze so it was hard to see through.
She noticed now that it must be old. It had all old fancy trim around the walls, it was beautiful. She would love to see what it looked like on a normal day.
“This house is beautiful.” She said out loud, mainly to herself.
“Thanks,” Miles replied to her, “It’s mine.”
That caught her off guard.
“Really? Like, your parents own it?” She questioned.
He didn’t reply to her until they were at the top of the stairs. He stopped and looked at her, hand still in hers. “No, it’s mine. I bought it the summer before I started here because I didn’t want to stay in a dorm.”
“Wow,” she said, “how did you afford it? It must have been worth a fortune.”
“My parents were killed when I was young, they left me a large amount of money and I received it when I turned 18. I used some of it on this house.”
“Oh,” she felt bad for asking now. She hadn’t realized his parents had died. “Well it’s beautiful. Sorry about your parents.”
“It’s okay, I don’t even remember them. My grandparents raised me and they were great.”
She didn’t reply to him, this conversation had just gotten much deeper than she had expected it to. She had no clue that there was such a story behind hid gorgeous face. She just figured he was a normal guy that was in to some weird stuff.
He had started walking again, and when he reached the door at the end of the hall he opened the door and motioned for her to go in. She stepped over the threshold and in to darkness. The only light she could see in the room was the reading on the digital clock that said 12:43am and the light coming in from the hallway.
He stepped inside and closed the door, effectively shutting out the rest of the light. She expected him to turn a light on, but he didn’t. They stood their quietly for a minute, she could still hear the noise of the party, but it was just a faint whisper now.
Finally he broke the silence. “I’ve been watching you Chelsea.”
Well if that wasn’t creepy, she didn’t know what was. It didn’t feel creepy to her though, it intrigued her. “Why?” she asked simply.
“I don’t know. I guess you fascinate me, I see the way you are with your friends, and the way you are with Owen. I want that, I want you.”
It felt like someone just ran over her with a car. What had he just said? Was she hallucinating? Did she have too much to drink? Had Miles Martin, the most attractive man she had ever met in her life actually just say that he wanted her?
She was dumbfounded. She had no idea what she was supposed to say to him. She opened her mouth, and all that came out was “Why?”
“Why not?” Miles shot back to her.
“I just don’t understand why someone like you would want someone like me. You're gorgeous, and me, I’m a nobody. I’m awkward, I have only three friends, I’m short, and I’m over weight. I just don’t understand. You must be kidding right? You're perfect; you could have any one of the girls here, any one you wanted.”
Miles was quiet for a minute and then she heard him walking across the room towards her. She stayed where she was and waited.
He reached her; he was as close to her as he could possibly get without actually touching her. “I think you're perfect.” He whispered in her ear. “I've heard Owen talk about you, about how you're funny and kind and innocent. That’s what I like. I like innocence. And I think your body is amazing, I don’t want any of those twig girls, I want you.” He almost purred the sentence in to her ear. Her heart was racing just being this close to him.
“Did he tell you that I’m a virgin?” the way he talked about innocence she assumed he must have.
She expected him to say yes, not seem surprised. She was sure he’s be more in to girls who knew what they were doing, could make him feel good.
“He didn’t tell me that actually.” Miles said to her. “If we’re being truthful, it makes me want you more.”
She was dumbfounded again. She didn’t understand this guy.
Then again, she didn’t have much experience with men at all.
Miles had started to run his fingers up and down her arms like he had before. It was making it very hard for Chelsea to think.
“I don’t understand. Why would that make you want me more?” She was so confused.
“I’m an alpha Chelsea.”
She didn’t really know what that meant, but it was the only answer she got. She couldn’t think about it anymore, not with his hand touching her like they were. He had switched from her arms to her waist. Running his fingers up and down, and then to her back. It was making her crazy.
“I want you Chelsea.” He said again. “Can I have you?”
She didn’t say anything, she thought about Owen, and realized that he hadn’t made her feel like this. He hadn’t made her stomach feel like it was going to flip over. She decided then what she was going to do. Before she could say anything though, Miles cute her off.
“Before you answer me, know that if you say yes, I will be your alpha. That means that you are mine and must do as I say. If you do not, there will be punishment.” He paused for a moment. “Don’t think of it as all bad though, think of it as me being the teacher and you the student. I will teach you what I want, and we will both be rewarded in the end.”
His little speech put the brakes on her answer. So that’s what it means for him to be the alpha. He was in charge, and she was just his play toy. She didn’t know how she felt about that. She knew she wanted her free will, but she also knew she wanted him. She wanted to be told what to do to him; she wanted to make him feel good, and he would return the favour she hoped.
While she thought, he kept touching her, now running his fingers up and down her spine, sending a constant chill down her back. He had gotten even closer, actually touching her with his body. His hips were caressing hers, and his forehead was resting on hers. His mouth was so close to hers she could taste his breath. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Yes, you can have me.” She blurted out.
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he was kissing her. He kissed her lips softly at first, and then when he saw that she was okay with it, he went harder. His tongue licked at her lips to let him in. She did so. He caressed the inside of her mouth with his tongue, and she gave it right back to him. The kiss was urgent and hot and she had never felt anything like this. If she had thought Owen was a good kisser, this was so much better.
He started to move them; she assumed it was towards the bed. The back of her legs hit something and she knew she was right.
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He stopped the kiss briefly, “lay down, with your head on a pillow.”
She did as he asked, climbing on the bed and laying her head on a pillow. He followed her, resting on his knees between her legs. He slowly reached down and unbuttoned her shirt. She lifted up enough for him to be able to slide it off of her arms. He threw it on the floor and went for the hem of her pants. He pulled them off too and threw them in the same direction. Then he pulled off his shirt and jeans. They were both only in their underwear.
He lowered himself a bit and snuck his hand in behind her to take her bra off. That went on the floor too. Then he grabbed her breasts, with both hands and squeezed. She gasped, it hurt a little, but it also felt good. Then he lowered his head and pulled one of her nipples in to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, and sucked.
Chelsea let out a loud moan. He lifted his head from her body and told her she must be quiet if she wanted him to continue. She did her best.
Then he did the same thing to the other nipple. Chelsea had never felt this before. Her lower stomach was knotted so much she thought she might explode from the build-up. She had never been this turned on before in her life, it was amazing.
When he was done with her nipples, he moved his way down. Kissing down her stomach, and onto both thighs, she tingled everywhere because of his touch. He slowly slid her panties down her legs, and tossed them. Then he ran his finger over her sensitive spot.
She half lifted herself up on the bed because she was a little nervous about what he was going to do. She had never done anything like this before and she had heard that it hurts.
“It’s okay; you're going to like it. Lie down and relax.” He said to her.
She did as she was told and laid back down. He went back to what he was doing, caressing her with his finger. He leaned in and ran his tongue across the same spot. She tries not to moan, but let out a small one. He continued to do that, and then he would pull her in to his mouth. She could feel the tightness in her stomach get even tighter, something was building up, and she thought she might explode. She did explode. An orgasm ripped through her, she rode the waves of pleasure until they finally ended. She had never felt something so amazing; she was exhausted but wanted more at the same time.