Alpha (Book Collection)

by Robin Fate

  His pace quickened, and when his other hand started massaging my clit, I was a hopeless goner. Head thrown back in ecstasy, I cried out when I came, bright lights and stars dancing across my field of vision as pleasure flooded my body. It was surprising, given that Ethan and I had never been intimate together before, that he made me come so quickly, but I figured it was the thrill of being watched by my husband that really got me going.

  And I had to agree with him: it was fun to watch. For some reason, I enjoyed the way Aubrey's head bobbed up and down Brad's length, kneeled between his parted knees and not saying a word.

  I'd barely had a few moments of recovery before Ethan pulled me off the table and positioned me at the far end so that I faced Brad and Aubrey. He bent me over the wood, pushing the bowls of chips and half-full cups of liquor out of the way so I had a clear view of my husband. When he stepped back, the cool night air from a nearby window tickled my bare ass and slick pussy, arched up and exposed to Ethan. I nibbled my lip, waiting to see what might happen, beyond thrilled to have a man really take charge of me. Maybe Brad could get some tips…

  I gasped the first time he spanked me. Ethan's hand came down hard and steady, smacking me on the meat of my ass, and I met Brad's eye quickly. Both of us seemed stunned that Ethan had that side to him, but I stayed bent over, my tits flattened against the tabletop, making little squeaks and moans every time he spanked me. When there was a lull in the spanks, I glanced back and saw him glistening with sweat: clearly he was getting just as worked up over this as I was.

  By now, Aubrey and Brad had moved on to other things, and I watched, surprised, as Aubrey shimmied out of her underwear and climbed onto Brad's lap, kissing him full on the lips. I smirked, unable to help myself, and then gasped when Ethan grabbed my hips and tugged me back a little, then thrust his huge cock into me, filling me all at once. My eyes widened as I took him in, my tight body adjusting to him slowly, and my clit tingled at his forcefulness.

  Bent over the table, Ethan fucked me from behind, pressing down on my back as he took me—and I was in absolute heaven. I'd wanted to be dominated by someone for so long, and this was exactly what I needed. Meanwhile, Aubrey had started riding Brad, sliding up and down, his face buried in her ample cleavage.

  As Ethan pounded into me, his hand slowly wandered from my back to my neck, then around to my mouth. He pushed his fingers past my parted lips, and I sucked the lingering taste of my juices off gleefully. When I was through, he wrapped his hand over my mouth and pulled my head back, forcing me to watch how his wife rode my husband in wild abandon. Whenever I started to close my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure, he spanked my ass again, hard, so that I kept watching.

  Ethan's rough handling of me combined with the way Brad's eyes glazed over with lust was just too much, and soon enough I was coming all over his cock, my body tightening around the thick shaft as pleasure washed over me for a second time that night. Aubrey's climax came shortly after, though she was much more graceful about it. Unfortunately, she seemed to have an issue with Brad finishing inside of her, and before I could say anything, Ethan dragged me off the table, his cock still inside of me, and walked me toward the pair.

  "She never lets me come inside her," he said as Aubrey climbed off, her movements slow and languid, probably from her orgasm. "Here. Use her mouth."

  I perked up at the thought, parting my lips to accept Brad's familiar cock. As he thrust into my mouth, his usual taste combined with the sweet juices of Aubrey's climax, Ethan continued to slam into me over and over again, and shortly after Brad spilled himself down my throat, Ethan gave me a hard spank and thrust hard, groaning as he came.

  "Oh my god," Brad said, sighing and running his hand through his hair as Ethan eased out of me. I stood up slowly, not putting much trust in my wobbly legs, and then leaned against my husband's chair. "That was fucking fantastic."

  "Not a bad outcome for truth-or-dare," Ethan agreed before chugging down the rest of his drink. Aubrey and I locked eyes, and without saying anything, we came to the consensus that I was the winner of our little private game. After all, while Brad's salty taste lingered in my mouth, Ethan's come slowly dripped down my leg: clearly I'd taken much more than she had.

  "Who's down for a little midnight skinny dipping," she suggested, raising her eyebrows at me as she dragged her little sundress off and tossed it aside. I hid my smile as the men agreed, and as all four of us hurried down to the lake, shedding clothing as we ran, I realized that my game with Aubrey was far from over.

  And I couldn't wait to beat her again before the night was over.

  The Spark

  Marianna and Kate looked like abandoned goddesses in their perfect up dos and tight mini-dresses. They ordered a quick martini, dry and watched as the people pulsed to the music on the dance floor. Pulse was a big club downtown with chic decorations and hot boys in tight dress shirts. Each one roamed the dance floor like a predator on the prowl.

  Tonight, Kate wanted something… different.

  Marianna pushed a strand of ebony hair out of the way and smiled at Kate as their heads bobbed to the music. There was something about the club, so alive and invigorating. It was sexuality and carnal desire embodied. They were in a playground for the secrets held deep within the psyche.

  The girls quickly downed their drinks and made their way through the crowd of scents and sights to the dance floor. The people danced around them, watching the queens of the dance floor writhe together in time with the music. Marianna watched Kate as their bodies moved together. The world wanted to meet these goddesses and they could see the predators closing in. A man in a gray V-neck with a sweet smile passed and watched them before almost running into a couple.

  Another spike-headed mass of muscle watched from across the room before coming to close in on his prey. The girls looked at each other and decided to make their way to the table again.

  His red face and wide eyes matched his three-inch-long hair. His muscles were weapons showcased for the world to see. The girls quickly made their way to the bar and intently drank their newfound cranberry vodkas. They shot each other sidelong glances as he made a cocky path to their watering hole.

  Kate felt a forceful tap on her shoulder and almost jumped three feet in the air. She wanted to run away like a gazelle being stalked by a lion. She could feel his eyes summing her up like a man in a butcher shop.

  It was Marianna that turned around.

  “Listen, she’s not interested. Besides, you’re in the wrong bar. Cock Tails is up the Street.”

  A smirk formed across her tan visage as they grabbed each other’s arms and made their way to the car.

  “I can’t believe you actually said that!” Kate commented. Kate smiled, opened the car and grabbed the keys out her purse. “I’m glad you did, though.” Kate thought about it a moment while they raced down the freeway with the top down. “We always do the same thing. These creatures are barely human and can’t hold a conversation. We don’t need them.” They looked in each other’s eyes and smiled as they pulled up to Kate’s condo.

  Marianna reached down and fumbled with the folds of her dress as Kate took the keys out of the ignition. They both reached down to get their phones out of the console and their hands touched for one single, electric moment. Their eyes met and they laughed as they got out of the car.

  Kate lived like a modern minimalist. Everything was nice and clean, but there was no real decoration. There was the simple couch, a TV, and that was just what made the living room. Marianna went and sat down as Kate poured shots of whiskey.

  “Do you have to work tomorrow?” Kate asked as she walked back into the room with two shots in hand.

  Marianna, lost in her own world, said, “No.”

  Kate handed her the shot and their eyes met once more as they clinked glasses.

  Kate sat on the couch, a little too close, as Marianna absentmindedly set her hand down on her thigh.

  After the spark in the car, they both realized the fe
eling was mutual.

  Kate blushed. Marianna grinned.

  “What are you d—” Kate started.

  Before she could finish, Marianna threw herself against Kate.

  It felt familiar, yet different, when their lips touched and Marianna’s warmth passed over her. Her hands rubbing at Kate’s breasts knew the spots a man would never know to touch.

  Kate unzipped Marianna’s dress and slid it off and onto the floor. The girl shimmered in the light and she slowly ran her fingers along Marianna’s nipples as Marianna moaned in ecstasy.

  There was sweetness and compassion between them. There was understanding. There was friendship.

  Marianna’s breathing intensified. Kate could feel Marianna’s hand slide up her thigh as she slowly drew her fingers around her lips. A wave of pleasure rushed through her body. Marianna slowly stood up as Kate admired her gorgeous body and Kate slid off her panties to dive into that secret place with her tongue. Marianna reached down and stuck her finger slowly into Kate’s hole as Kate writhed with pleasure. Kate lifted her head and they kissed passionately and fell into one another.

  Kate caressed Marianna’s clit with her thumb. They were both stuck in the throes of ecstasy. One moaned while the other took pleasure in helping the other cum.

  It was give and take, with lots of giving, and lots of taking.

  There was wave after wave of soothing buildup up as their sacred temples collided and pleasured each other. Their kisses were sweet and intimate. Their touch was soft in the right places and hard as Kate rubbed her hands down Marianna’s back.

  They could feel themselves ready to erupt with intense passion. Marianna stuck her finger in so far that Kate screamed and they both shared a look of intense passion. Kate grabbed Marianna’s clit and squeezed as she thrust her fingers in and out, penetrating Marianna with sweetness and joy. The room was swirling; their cries were pulsing. The adrenaline was nearly tangible. Pleasure and tenderness mixed with the intensity of their pressure.

  They both exploded with cries of joy and collapsed upon one another. Both felt the sweetness of being in the arms of someone who knew how to really be with them.

  My Best Friend – Part I

  “Could you be more of a dork?” I asked, stretching my legs out on the edge of the couch cushions. Carter’s feet nestled under my butt, the only way we could fit on my sad little college-student-esque couch. My best friend raised his eyebrows, one hand wrapped around the beer bottle resting on his chest.

  “What? Why?”

  “The Batman underwear,” I teased as I pointed at the slip of fabric sticking up above his pants. I’d seen it dozens of times before, and it usually meant he was running low on boxers—laundry day loomed. This time, I caught a flash of it when he stretched, dragging his shirt up with his arms. I’d been looking on purpose, eager to see a bit of those famous abs he worked so hard on, and got a full peek at the dorky underwear too.

  “Hey, Batman isn’t just for dorks,” he argued after taking a sip of his beer. On the coffee table in front of us, the few lingering half-eaten slices of the grand supreme pizza we’d split an hour ago were calling my name. I resisted; six had already wormed their way down my throat, and I’d have to hit the gym hard tomorrow—if I wasn’t too hungover from tonight. Exam season was finally over, and I wanted nothing more than a night in with the guy who’d been my best friend since third grade. Pizza, beer, movies, and gossip: it was my favorite way to spend an evening.

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Oh, right, old Bruce Wayne is super mainstream these days, isn’t he?”

  His toes wiggled under my butt, and I pushed down on them to quell their movements.

  “Hey, if you actually know the name of Batman’s everyday persona, then yes, he’s mainstream,” Carter insisted, smirking at me. My gaze flickered over to the dimple on his right cheek. He’d been so ashamed of it in pictures when we were teens, until he realized girls thought dimples were cute. On Carter, dimples weren’t cute—they were sexy. Somehow he’d grown from a beanpole of a kid into a gawky teenager, then morphed into a Greek god right under my nose while we were in college. Not that I was complaining or anything, but it was a strange phenomenon to suddenly realize your best friend was drop-dead sexy.

  “Ugh, whatever,” I sighed, grabbing my beer off the coffee table. “I’m just glad exams are done.”

  “I’ll drink to that.”

  We leaned forward and clinked our bottles together, then downed about half of the liquid inside them in a single go. Now that finals were over, our drunken conversations drifted to the only natural topic: gossip. We’d run in similar friend circles since we were kids, and it was always easy to drag up something juicy to talk about. Before long, the conversation had shifted to Carter’s most recent girlfriend, who he’d been parted from for three short months—and not a moment too soon, in my opinion. I’d watched him sink lower and lower in that relationship as time went by, and I’d known all along that she just wasn’t right for him.

  “And it wasn’t just the nagging and the bitching and the complaining,” Carter groaned, throwing his hands up in the air as we sat side-by-side on the couch, both our feet propped up on the coffee table, bodied slumped together. “It’s just… She wasn’t very adventurous.”

  “Wasn’t she into mountain biking or something?” I asked, vaguely recalling our forced conversations where we’d always talk about her interests but never mine. He rolled his eyes when I looked at him, shaking his head.

  “No, yeah, she did lots of cool stuff in her free time,” he continued as he leaned forward to set his empty beer bottle on the floor. “I mean adventurous in the bedroom. All she ever wanted was to screw under the covers, lights off. She hated when I went down on her.”

  “Oh, I love when guys go down on me,” I admitted with a heady sigh, my body already light and airy from the alcohol. The thought of a guy kneeling below me, his tongue lapping at my wet cunt, made my panties wet.

  The fact that it had been almost a year since I slept with anyone wasn’t helping either. Sex talk always got me all riled up—a fact Carter knew perfectly well. I shot him a look, my eyebrow arched.

  “Right?” He laughed, swatting at my knee. A tingle ran up my thigh. “Girls taste so… great.”

  “Oh, I’m aware,” I mused. He looked at me sharply, frowning.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don’t give me that.” I rolled my eyes, shifting so that we faced one another. “You’ve heard the story about me and Michelle at George’s going-away party last year.”

  “What?!” He practically shouted it, and I held back a giggle. “No! Every detail! Now!”

  I’d been drunk at the time, and the hookup was nothing more than a little innocent fun between two curious women. I had a good time, Michelle did too, and we went our separate ways once it was over. To this day, we’re still friends, almost like nothing out of the ordinary had happened that night.

  However, telling it back to Carter didn’t exactly feel like it was all in innocent fun. In my current tipsy state, I might have exaggerated a few details, my voice husky as I explained, in detail, how I ate her out while she sat on a bathroom countertop. When I’d finished, shrugging like it was no big deal, Carter licked his lips, cheeks flushed.

  “I think I would have remembered this particular story,” he told me, his voice cracking. I smirked, eyes wandering his delectably muscular figure. Casual sex chats usually got me going, but detailed, graphic descriptions of something I’d done in the past? Ugh, definitely got me all hot and bothered.

  And, apparently, I wasn’t the only one. As my dark brown eyes continued to wander Carter’s body, my best friend processing everything I’d told him, I noticed a sizeable bulge straining against his pants. Fueled by the gods of alcohol and lust, I reached out and stroked him on a whim, my hand brushing the length of his dick from tip to base

  We stared at each other for a moment, him slack-jawed and me smirking, until he muttered, “April… Did you just…�
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  “Yeah,” I fired back, raising my eyebrows in a challenge. “What are you going to do about it?”

  There were a few seconds of silence, perhaps for the boundaries that we were about to cross as best friends. Once you crossed said boundaries, there was no going back, but as he grabbed my face and kissed me full on the mouth, I think we were both quite aware that there was no going back—not anymore. A boundary crossed. It was a line we’d been toeing around for years, yet it wasn’t until that exact moment either of us had done anything about it.

  I inhaled sharply, gripping his shirt and dragging him as close as I could. He was warm, flushed with desire and, most likely, alcohol, and I held nothing back. I loved touching his body. I’d always done it before without the promise of anything more, but now I was able to explore to my heart’s content and know that there would be something gratifying at the end of my quest. My hands wandered the peaks and ridges of his well-defined pecks and abs. He’d worked so hard on his body since we got to college almost four years ago, and I had to commend him for the transformation.

  Pushing me onto my back, Carter and I parted lips, tongues tangling as he tugged my woefully unattractive pajama pants down to my ankles. Once they were there, I kicked them off, thrusting my hips against his massive erection. The hardness dug into me as we ground our bodies together, each rub causing little tendrils of pleasure to shoot through me like lightning. I held nothing back, moaning and whispering his name whenever the urge struck me, not caring if anyone in the hall or next door heard us fucking. Let them hear. Carter was a guy I’d be proud to show off as a notch on my bedpost.