Her Real Alpha

by Sherie Keys

  “Really…?” I said and she rolled her eyes at me.

  “Yeah, really, so what?” she said and I shrugged.

  “Nothing, it’s just interesting, I like learning about you,” I said and she looked at me as if she was annoyed. “I’m serious,” I said with a sheepish smile and she shook her head at me.

  “Sometimes you make me feel like you think I didn’t actually work for the life I live or the things I have or something,” she said and I became truly apologetic.

  “I’m sorry, Mel, I didn’t mean it that way at all. I simply like finding out little bits of info about you, it’s like a treasure hunt. So when I learn something new, it’s like an ‘aha!’ or something…” I said and then gave her my best smile.

  Eventually, Melanie cracked a smile and I walked over to her and hugged her from the back.

  “I’m sorry, don’t be mad at me,” I said and she giggled.

  “Whatever, just go and sit so we can eat,” she said and I kissed her on the cheek before going to sit at the table.

  Mel served everything and I tasted the pasta with the sauce first. It was actually really good.

  “Did Flay give you cooking lessons while we were out on the boat?” I asked and Melanie grinned.

  “Not one, I told you, undercover five-star chef,” she said smugly and I laughed.

  “You must have your way with men if you cook for them,” I said and Melanie shrugged.

  “Not really, just my brother, Peter, and…well, you,” she admitted and I smiled widely.

  “Seriously? I feel special, this must mean I’m special,” I said and Melanie rolled her eyes as she took a bite of pasta.

  I wondered about the Peter guy she brought up twice now, was her best friend really a guy?

  “So does this Peter…is he straight?” I asked her and Melanie cracked up.

  “He is, why do you ask?” she said and I shrugged. Melanie had told me about her being close to her twin brother, but she never told me about a Peter. “Are you concerned that my best friend is a boy?” she asked and I shrugged again. “Oh calm down, Peter is practically my brother,” she said and I just grunted vaguely in response.

  “So how was your day?” Melanie asked me after a brief silence while we ate.

  “It was the usual stuff, I had a few meetings I had to go to a few consultations, pretty boring actually, I was hoping you could liven up the day for me a little,” I said and Melanie raised an eyebrow at me.

  “Hoping? So I’m not doing it for you yet?” she asked and I grinned.

  “‘Yet’ is the key word there,” I said and she looked at me as if I were speaking in tongues, which I wanted to…on her.

  After a few moments she finally got my drift and looked up at me from her half-eaten plate. I had eaten quickly because the food was that good, I was actually hungry, and I wanted to get eating out of the way.

  “Are you done eating? Can we go to the couch or bed or…floor or something?” I asked and Melanie simply stared at me in surprise with a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

  “Are you serious?” she asked and I nodded, my face completely serious.

  She pushed away her plate and then stood up from the table to walk over to the living room. I stood up and then followed her to the couch, but before she could sit down I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me. I already had a semi-hard on, and as soon as her soft body made contact with mine my cock stiffened even further and she gasped as she felt the length of it pressed against her.

  “I really want you right now,” I said and she nodded.

  “Yeah…I could tell,” she whispered and then I bent my head to kiss her hard.

  Our lips moved together heatedly and our tongues clashed with the same urgency. I slid my hands underneath her long sleeved shirt and pulled it over her head. Her full breasts were cupped in a lacey white bra and I took them in both of my hands to knead them and pinch her nipples between my fingers.

  Melanie gasped and then moaned breathlessly before I lowered my mouth to her breasts. She moaned again helplessly as she weaved into me as her knees went weak. I took care of that quickly by pulling her up into my arms and her legs wrapped around my waist as I sat down so she could straddle me.

  I nibbled and sucked my way to her other breast and then finally took off her bra so I could nip at her nipples. Melanie’s fingers were tangled in my hair and I glanced up at her face to see her eyes closed and an expression of pure pleasure on her features.

  “God, you’re beautiful, Mel,” I whispered and she opened her eyes a fraction and smiled at me intimately and even a little shyly. “Please tell me you’re clean and on some sort of birth control,” I asked and laughter bubbled up out of her chest.

  “Yes and yes,” she said and I thanked the heavens as I pulled off her socks and pants along with her panties, which I used to tie her wrists. Melanie looked at me with surprise, though her eyes were curious and excited, also.

  “What’s this?” she asked breathlessly and I shrugged.

  “Something to keep it interesting,” I said and then grinned at her as I laid her down on the couch and stood up to undress.

  Her eyes raked my body almost hungrily and I was glad that she seemed to be as aroused as I was. My boner was fighting against my slacks and I was glad to be rid of them as well as my boxers.

  “You…you work out a lot don’t you?” Melanie asked me and I smiled.

  She had to have kept up her figure as well, somehow, she had a perfectly flat stomach, even after just eating, and an hourglass shape that practically called my hands to her waist like a magnet. I just nodded in answer to her question and then knelt in front of her. I pushed open her legs and saw how wet she was already.

  “I want you to put your hands behind your head, grip the back of the couch and don’t let go,” I instructed her and she smiled at me like a little minx before doing as I asked.

  I held her legs open with my hands. Melanie’s eyes were bluer than anything as her pupils were dilated past the green.

  She watched me raptly as I lowered my head to her sex and ran my tongue along her folds. Melanie whimpered and I lapped up her almost sweet tasting wetness and sucked on her folds before I ran my tongue around her clitoris.

  Melanie’s hips bucked, but I held her legs open so she couldn’t do much and then I pressed my tongue against her clit and rubbed it back and forth over the sensitive nub. Melanie cried out and forgot to keep her hands over her head, her fingers pushed into my hair and I stopped abruptly. She cried out in protest and then realized what she had done wrong.

  “What happens now?” she whispered and I simply smiled a bit deviously, but otherwise didn’t give her an answer.

  I lowered my head to her sex once more and continued to eat her out. Melanie was very vocal and I loved that, her voice was perfect for it, she made the sexiest sounds and I had a hard time keeping my head.

  I felt her legs start to shake as her orgasm threatened and I chose then to lift my head. She cried out in protest again and looked at me as if I killed her pet bunny.

  “Why’d you do that? I was just about to…I was just about to come,” she said and I nodded.

  “I know, but you moved your hands remember?” I said and grinned at her.

  Her jaw dropped and I kissed her forehead before I undid the panties from around her wrists and laced her fingers with mine. I arranged her along the length of the couch and climbed over her, I had to let go of her hand so I could guide myself into her and then I had to grit my teeth against the mind numbing pleasure that wrapped around my cock and spread throughout my every vein.

  “You feel so fucking good, Melanie…fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said and her sex clenched around mine impatiently. I cursed again and then laced my fingers with hers and held her hands above her head as my hips started to move against hers.

  I thrust into her slowly at first until she was begging me to go faster and harder. Melanie arched her back and her hips moved in tandem wi
th mine as we both got closer to orgasm. I knew she was getting close as she got more restless underneath me and tried to free her hands from mine.

  I lowered my head and bit her neck as she cried out, her sex was gripping me so tightly that all I could think about was her and never being anywhere else but buried deep inside all the fucking time. Melanie came first and all but screamed my name as her body shook underneath mine. She clenched around me even harder and, in a rhythm that had me losing my mind, I came shortly after her and finally let her hands go so I could grip her hips and thrust into her hard until the last of my release was emptied into her. We were both quiet for a while afterwards, catching our breath, but I was far from done with her.

  “I’m going to take you to the bed now,” I whispered to her and she looked at me with wide eyes and simply nodded.

  I grinned and then pressed a kiss to her lips and picked her up to walk into her bedroom where we fell onto the bed. I wanted her against the wall, on the floor, and in the shower before we went to sleep.

  Chapter5

  Melanie

  I don’t know how many orgasms Hunter gave me the night before, but I woke up feeling extraordinarily sated. Hunter was still laying next to me, fast asleep with his arm behind his head and his arm around my shoulders. We had fallen asleep on the floor and I used his chest as a pillow; he was surprisingly comfortable, or maybe I had been so exhausted after all of the sex that I simply passed out…which I did.

  I tried to think back to a time where I had sex as good as I’d just had with Hunter and came up short, it was like he never tired, and he didn’t even expect much in return. Really he was like every woman’s ideal lover, once you got over his sarcasm issue, of course.

  I sighed softly and then pressed a kiss to his chest and he stirred in his sleep before waking up slowly. I smiled at him as he opened his eyes and he grinned at me before he stretched and then we both sat up.

  “You look sexy in the morning, how is it that you always look beautiful?” Hunter asked me as if that annoyed him slightly. I rolled my eyes and then shrugged.

  “I guess it’s a gift, like my cooking,” I said and Hunter chuckled.

  “Do you make breakfast, too?” he asked and I chewed on my bottom lip while I thought about it.

  Well, he did deserve it after last night, though I was pretty sure I had some cleaning up to do, as we had left everything on the table last night. I hoped the place didn’t smell like marinara sauce.

  “I do make a pretty good omelet,” I said and he perked up.

  “That sounds amazing, oh, can you toss me my phone when you go out there?” he asked and I nodded before stepping into my closet to pull on an oversized sweatshirt.

  I went into the living room and fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket before I poked my head into my bedroom.

  He was still lying on the floor with the comforter from my bed pulled up over his hips. I tossed him the phone and then went to clean up the kitchen and make the omelets. I hoped I wasn’t some conquest he was after, like, once he had sex with me, he was done or I was flushed out of his system.

  I really liked Hunter and wanted him to stick around for more than just sex. I mean when I thought about it, he really was a bit rude sometimes and I didn’t even get to finish my dinner before he all but demanded to have sex with me.

  Yes, the sex was amazing and he slept over, but he was in my room on his phone while I made him an omelet. I chewed on my bottom lip as I cooked the eggs and figured I had to talk to Peter or my brother about whatever this was with Hunter. I decided to only make one omelet.

  Hunter walked out of my room completely naked and went into the living room to pull on his boxers before he came into the kitchen.

  “Where’s mine?” he asked and actually pouted a little.

  “Well, if you really wanted an omelet, you’d have been out here eagerly awaiting its fruition,” I said and Hunter stared at me for a moment, trying to figure me out, before he cracked a rueful smile and shook his head at me.

  “You…you’re something else, you know that. Just when I think I have you…you do something like this,” he said and then he pulled a clean fork out of the dish rack to share my omelet.

  “Well, I’m not your average, predictable girl,” I said and Hunter snorted.

  “Clearly, but I’m glad you aren’t, it makes things much more interesting,” he said and I lifted my eyebrows.

  “Says the man who gets bored easily, maybe Ronald Trump was right and I am special,” I said and Hunter just chuckled and shook his head.

  “You’re something, alright,” he said and we shared the omelet in comfortable silence.

  I kind of didn’t want Hunter to leave, but earlier in the week, I had made plans to see Caleb that evening, so I couldn’t exactly spend all day with Hunter. I already felt guilty when I thought about Caleb.

  I couldn’t explain it, but I really liked him, there was just something about him that was trustworthy and warm. Not to mention he really did have killer charm and was gorgeous also, it wasn’t often you came across someone who could have been James Dean’s twin.

  “What are you thinking about?” Hunter asked me and he poked at the wrinkle in between my brows. I smiled and batted his hand away.

  “Nothing really…just some stuff,” I said and he tilted his head at me curiously, but I didn’t say anything else.

  “So I’ve been thinking that we should spend the day together, hang out, maybe go to the Met or something,” he suggested and I smiled.

  “That sounds great, but I have something I have to do tonight,” I told him and he nodded in understanding, he didn’t suspect anything, I didn’t think.

  “Sure, I’ll have you home by whenever you need to be back,” he smiled at me and I returned his smile, but more in relief than anything.

  It’s not like Hunter and I were exclusive or anything, why was I so nervous when I thought about Caleb?

  “And after the Met we can sail across the river to Jersey, I know of this really great restaurant there that cooks up pretty much everything you could think of,” Hunter said and that piqued my interest.

  “Like, you can suggest something and the cook will make it for you?” I asked and Hunter nodded.

  “Yep and they’ll get it exactly right, too. I once asked for a burger that tasted like the beach, but also like a barbecue and I was given the best damn Hawaiian burger I’ve ever had,” he said and I smiled.

  “Ooh, it sounds amazing already, we should go there now,” I said eagerly and Hunter chuckled.

  “Not after having such a good and wholesome breakfast,” he said and I laughed humorlessly while he grinned mischievously.

  “You’re mean,” I said and stuck my tongue out at him.

  “So are you, this omelet was amazing and I only got to eat half,” Hunter said and he stuck his tongue out at me in return.

  I threw a paper napkin at him and he looked at me as if I committed a serious faux pas.

  Before I knew it Hunter, had me around the waist and carried me into the living room where he bent me over the back of the couch so my head was pressed into the cushions.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I said between breathless giggles.

  “Are you? Are you really?” Hunter asked and then he started to tickle me, but there wasn’t much I could do to fight him off while upside down.

  I twisted out of his grasp and then slid fully onto the couch so I could get up. The couch was between us and I held my hands up in surrender.

  “Okay…I need to go and take a shower, will you let me go without attacking me?” I asked and Hunter smirked.

  “Sure,” he said too calmly and I kept my eyes on him while I inched around the couch towards my bedroom. “You know there were a few things I wanted to do last night, but we didn’t make it to the shower,” Hunter said and I stopped playing around to look at him with raised eyebrows.

  “Are you some sort of sex demon?” I asked him and he laughed.

 
“No, are you sore?” he asked me and I shook my head which made him smile deviously. “Then we should shower,” he said and all but ushered me into the bathroom.

  Getting ready for the day never took me so long, before Hunter slept over of course. Once we actually made it out of the apartment Hunter and I headed to the Met.

  “So how many times have you been to the Met?” he asked me as he drove towards Central Park.

  It was almost weird seeing him drive his Mercedes himself. He must have given his driver the day off.

  “A couple of times, once with my parents and again on a school trip,” I said and then turned my head to gaze out of the window.