Bad Boy Alphas Collection

by Vienna Vixen

“You can’t hit me or be offended if I tell you,” he warned.

  “I can’t promise that I won’t do either since I don’t know what I’m agreeing to, but I’ll do my best,” I offered as a compromise.

  Humorously, his eyes searched my face as if he was searching for signs of my sincerity. I kept still as I allowed him to do that.

  Finally, he released a breath I didn’t know he’d been holding, and he angled his body, so that all of him was facing me.

  “Maybe you’re attracted to women?”

  A giggle of disbelief escaped my lips. “That’s the best theory you can come up with?”

  “Yes,” he admitted, sheepishly. “Without knowing about your romantic history, this is an educated guess.”

  “So if I haven’t slept with a man yet it’s because I have the hots for women, and I haven’t figured that out yet. Is that what you’re asking?”

  “I see your hands lifting up into a defensive position, should I scooch backwards and save myself a whack? I may not be a model or anything, but I’m quite fond of my face,” he joked as he wearily kept an eye on my hands.

  I hadn’t noticed what I was doing, so I immediately forced myself to relax, and I dropped my hands as I gave him an easy smile. “Relax, I’m not going to hit you. I know it seems hard for you to fathom that the problem could be me, and not the men I’ve been with.”

  Hunter looked thoughtful as he pondered what this meant. “So, this is because of something one of your exes did?”

  “Or didn’t do in this case,” I corrected. “I guess I never felt safe enough with them, and it never felt right.”

  He gently brushed my hair back behind my ears. “Why didn’t it feel right?”

  I shrugged. “I guess I didn’t feel like they saw the real me. Warts and all.”

  “Hmm, understandable,” Hunter agreed. “I’m not a knight in shining armor, Bianca, and I’m not sure if this conversation will change your mind, but my sentiment has not changed.”

  “Really?” I asked, trying but failing to keep the shock out of my voice. “You still want me?”

  “Yes, I’ll be very gentle the first time naturally, but I have confidence that with time you’ll ease into it. From what I’ve seen, you’re a natural,” he added, matter-of-factly.

  My tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth, and the words seemed to be stuck in my throat. Too ridiculous to come out on their own.

  Why was he making it sound like we were talking about the weather?

  Or a business investment?

  I was irked, and suddenly wanted a little bit of space between so, I scooted to the right.

  “I feel like I’ve said the wrong thing,” Hunter commented, wryly. “I might not know you yet, Bianca, but your face is an open book. God, you’d be terrible at poker.”

  “Hey,” I sniffed. “I’ll have you know I indulge in poker occasionally.”

  “And do you win?” He gazed at me from beneath lowered lashes, an amused look on his face as if he was dealing with a child.

  “Well, no, but that’s beside the point.” I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I could be faking this for all you know.”

  Hunter paused. “You could, but why would you?”

  “I…well…” I stammered.

  He did have me there.

  There was no reason for me to hide anything right now. We were being very honest with each other. Apparently, having a sister walk in on you and admitting minutes before that you were a virgin did wonders in the communication department.

  An unorthodox method to be sure, but one that seemed to be working nonetheless.

  “The way that you’re talking about it, like it’s the weather or something. I don’t know. I know that it’s not a big deal in general, but it is important to me,” I explained, finally, all the words tumbling out of my mouth in a haste before I could take them back.

  “I see,” Hunter mused. “Would it help if I told you that I wasn’t trying to underestimate how important this was, but merely to set you at ease by exhibiting a casual reaction?”

  “Huh.” I made a noise in the back of my throat as I considered him. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

  “Well, consider this then.” He stood up and placed his feet about hip width apart and stared at me solemnly. “My proposition is as follows, if you’ll let me, I can make you feel really good.”

  “Why would you want to undertake such a task?” I asked.

  Hunter laughed, making his features seem even more younger and carefree. “Because I like you, and I think you’re stunning.”

  Hunter crouched in front of me and leaned in, so that his hot breath was dancing across my face. My initial instinct was to lean back, but I forced myself to stay where I was.

  “I can tell how much you want me, Bianca, and I want you so badly that it’s taking everything in me to simply sit here and talk about this with you casually as if I didn’t want to lose myself in you.”

  I gulped. “But what if I’m no good at it?”

  There it was.

  Another fear that I had.

  Hunter had a habit of pulling those out of me without even being aware of it.

  “That’s why there’s a learning curve,” Hunter whispered as he cupped his face in my hand. “We don’t have to do anything major tonight, but I would like to prepare you at least.”

  I laughed nervously. “You make it sound like a test I need to prepare for.”

  Hunter grinned, ruefully. “Not exactly, but it’s good to be prepared first.”

  “Won’t your sister wonder where I am?” I wondered.

  Hunter shook his head. “She knows you’re with me. You can have a minute to call your partner and make sure she’s got everything handled, and after that, if you still want to, I’m here.”

  I bobbed my head up and down as I stood up on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom. I could feel Hunter’s eyes on the back of my head as I shut the door and leaned my head against it.

  There was a caring, funny and gorgeous man who wanted to teach me about sex. Yeah, this kind of thing didn’t happen in real life.

  Yet, here we were.

  Did I trust him?

  Oddly enough, I did.

  Could I handle losing my virginity to a guy I barely knew?

  I thought I knew enough to make that decision, and everything in my gut was telling me that this was the way to go.

  I splashed some cold water on my face, stared in the mirror then sent Ariana a quick text. She responded almost instantly, but I could tell her reaction was tempered.

  Hunter was lying flat on his back on the bed when I emerged, a relaxed look etched onto his features. He patted the space next to him, and I slowly crawled towards him. He tucked me into his side and touched me gently.

  “Okay.” I shuddered as his hands skimmed my back.

  “If it’s too much, or if you feel like you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?” Hunter hovered over me, his entire body was taught and poised.

  I nodded as I wrapped my legs around him. Hunter slowly lowered himself over me and firmly pressed his lips to mine, testing and teasing as his hands stayed on my face.

  Soon, I began to grow frustrated as I wriggled my hips, eager for some of the things we were doing earlier. Hunter smiled against my lips as he pulled back and slowly helped me remove my blouse. Next, he unhooked the bra and tossed it next to the blouse.

  I helped him out of his shirt and marveled at the way his body felt beneath my fingertips. Hunter kept his eyes on my face as he reached down and removed my skirt.

  Self-consciously I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly unsure of how I looked. Hunter gently extracted my arms and laid them across my sides. He looked at me, his eyes full of nothing but desire.

  “You don’t have to hide yourself, Bianca. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Your body deserves to be worshipped.”

  I squirmed underneath his touch as his expert hands teased me, knowing just what to do to leave m
e panting for more.

  “Hunter,” I complained.

  “What?” he asked, innocently.

  “Stop torturing me.” I began to rotate my hips suggestively until Hunter pinned me down with his legs and chuckled.

  “I am trying to make sure you enjoy this. Please don’t make it harder for me,” Hunter pleaded.

  “How could I make it harder for you?” I whispered.

  “By making me want more than I can have right now.”

  “How do you know you can’t have it?” I arched my back and pressed my lips to his neck above where his pulse was. I licked and nipped there till Hunter was clutching my back and dragging in ragged breaths as if his life depended on it.

  “Because this is your first time, and I want it to be right,” Hunter decided as he angled his neck away from my reach. “Now stop cheating.”

  I pouted as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Party pooper.”

  “Believe me, you’ll thank me later,” Hunter promised as he gently pushed me back down, so that he was in charge once more. He began to run his fingers along the outline of my body, making sure to lightly graze his fingers above the skin until there was not a single area of skin that wasn’t exposed to his touch.

  A trail of heat blazed in his wake, and my entire body felt like it was on fire. It craved his touch even though it barely knew him. It didn’t make sense, but here I was, salivating over a man and practically panting with desire just because he touched me.

  “You are very responsive,” Hunter commented, his voice an octave lower than it usually was.

  “Is that good?” I peaked at him through hooded eyes.

  “That’s excellent,” Hunter commended. “It’s a good sign. It means that you do want it. You just haven’t prepped properly nor are you necessarily ready right now, but given the right amount of practice…”

  He trailed off and gave me a pointed look.

  I turned beat red as I writhed beneath him. “I’ve fooled around with guys before. It’s just never felt like this.”

  “That’s a good sign. Now, do you know what I feel like right now?”

  “What?”

  “I want to taste you,” Hunter announced.

  Molten hot desire surged through me at lightning speed at his words, and I found my legs tightening reflexively.

  I’d never been with a man who was so blunt.

  It was rather refreshing if I was being honest.

  Sexy even.

  Though I never imagined it was my kind of thing.

  He kept his eyes on me as he lowered his head and used his teeth to remove my panties. He lightly ran his tongue across my thighs as he made his way down then up and around my feet. Once my panties were off, he took a moment to appreciate the view, and I was suddenly thankful that I had shaved down there.

  He ran his hands across the sensitive patch of skin, his eyes darkening even further as he murmured reverently and traced his fingers over it as if it were a honey pot.

  He paused and looked up at me to see if I was okay with it so far, and when I didn’t stop him, he spread my legs slightly apart, and settled himself between my legs. My hands immediately went to his hair and threaded themselves through the silky strands, and I tensed as I waited for him to do something.

  “Relax,” he instructed. “I can already feel your body clenching around me which isn’t a bad thing per se, but right now, I need to be able to access you, so the chokehold needs to loosen up.”

  “Sorry,” I mumbled apologetically as I forced myself to relax.

  “It’s okay.” He flashed me a smile as he lowered his head and ran the edges of his chin across the smooth flesh. His beard was scratchy as it connected with my skin, and the dual sensation sent shock waves careening throughout my body.

  It was a pleasant, slightly itchy sensation that made me want to throw my head back and purr. One hand dropped and curled around the sheet, balling it into a fist while the other tightened around his hair.

  Hunter parted his lips and used the tip of his tongue to trace a circle around the area until I was practically about to shove him inside. Suddenly, without warning, he stopped, used both fingers to spread the pink folds apart and he plunged his tongue.

  His tongue started circling and exploring like what it did inside my mouth, and my hips began to buck of their own accord as noises began escaping my lips. Noises I’d never made before.

  A small part of me was embarrassed at the moans and grunts that were now freely echoing inside his room, and I knew I should be worried that someone would be able to hear us, but the party was in full swing downstairs, and I could hear the music thumping through the walls.

  At least that would be able to mask the sound. For now.

  “You can be as loud as you want, baby. The room is soundproof, based on my request.” Hunter lifted his head up slightly, pinned me with a look then resumed what he was doing.

  His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, and he started blowing before he took his tongue out then plunged it all the way in. I grunted as a surprised whoosh escaped my lips, and my lower body rose slightly off the mattress to meet his thrusts.

  Chapter Eight

  “Hunter,” I chanted his name as if it was some kind of prayer as he pulled himself back then thrust back in. He was propelling me further and further into sweet bliss, and my ability to carry on a conversation was severely hindered by my more primal instincts.

  Not that I was complaining.

  Damn, he was good.

  With each touch, he was driving out every single fear I had, driving me forward, quite insistently, so that no doubt in my mind remained.

  If I was skeptical about whether or not I wanted him before, and if I could do this with him then there was nothing left to wonder about any more.

  It was clear to me.

  And if his tongue felt this good down there, I could only imagine what he would feel like. I had my own expectations, and I’d heard plenty of stories, but I knew not to take them too seriously.

  These things should be taken with a grain of salt because every woman’s experience is different, and talking about it tended to color our opinions, but I knew from witnessing this firsthand that it wasn’t a good idea.

  It was good to discuss it in a broad sense, but getting into the juicy details could be tough because envy would inevitably follow. Also comparisons.

  I had no idea why my thoughts were taking this turn, and why they were going at a million miles a minute. In every direction except the one I thought they would take.

  Here was a gorgeous man going down on me, and enjoying it if the sounds he was making were any indication. His tongue was lapping me up quite vigorously, and my hands latched onto his hair, pushing him closer.

  My thighs tightened around him eager for more friction until suddenly he stopped. I was panting as I gazed down upon him, but he had a wild feral look in his eye.

  “I do need to breathe for a bit,” he whispered, raggedly. “But don’t worry, I’ll still be enjoying you.”

  He kissed along the outer edges of my core, and my inner thighs causing me to sigh in pleasure.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled. “I must’ve been making it hard for you.”

  “Don’t apologize,” he muttered. “It’s a good sign. You’re really into, and the sounds you were making….”

  He blew his hair out of his eyes as he huffed and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “You’re definitely going to be a natural, and you’re going to give me a run for my money.”

  The tips of my ears turned red., but I tried to hide it.

  I wasn’t some blushing bride, so I had no clue why my body was choosing now to act like it.

  “What kind of sounds was I making?” I asked as I threw my hands over my head, so that my voice sounded muffled.

  “You were moaning,” Hunter informed me, a sensual smirk hovering on the edge of his lips. “It’s sexy as hell.”

  He wiped his hand across his mouth and rubbed my juices between his fing
ertips, sniffing them in the process, “You taste like honey.”

  I watched him through hooded eyes as I pushed myself forward and wrapped my arms around him, raking my nails across his back. “You taste awesome too.”

  Hunter’s chest vibrated in amusement. “That’s always good to hear.”

  He kissed me soundly then, his fingers threading through my hair as I angled my head to give him better access. Hunter moved us backwards, so that my back was hitting the headboard, and he pressed into me, so that the bed squeaked in protest.

  Slowly, tortuously, he began to kiss every inch of skin available except the one I really wanted him too. I kept pushing him in that direction, but he steadfastly refused.

  Finally, he lowered his mouth between my legs, dug his nail into my hips and drove himself in. When I cried out, he made a noise in the back of his mouth as he shook his head from side to side.

  I came undone, pulsating and gyrating around him as my entire body shook in pleasure. I shivered as it tore through me, and a thin sheen of sweat broke out across my back. Beads of sweat rolled steadily down my back as my entire body hovered in the air then descended with a thump.

  He placed a soft kiss as he grinned up at me, his hair sticking up on all ends as if he’d been electrocuted. I gave him a sleepy smile as I patted his hair down and ran my fingers along his stubble, gently stroking it.

  There was something about the way he was looking at me in that moment, an open vulnerability that made me question what was going on in his brain.

  “That was really intense,” his voice was hushed as if he was sharing a secret that only the two of us could be privy to.

  “Yeah, it was,” I agreed, just as quietly. “You could tell?”

  “Yeah, you were really feeling it.” He crawled up, so that he was lying next to me, facing me intently. “Did I hurt you?”

  I smiled softly as I scratched his chin briefly. “No, you didn’t. I’ve never actually had that before.”

  “Really? Another first?”

  “Well, it’s not for a lack of trying. It’s just that it always hurt.”

  Hunter shook his head. “They probably couldn’t get the right spot.”

  I choked back a throaty laugh. “Maybe. I’m not sure. I just know that they tried, but eventually we’d both give up.”