HOT Recluse (HOT Alpha Book 1)

by Stella Stone

  He feels so amazing, and I want his mouth to stay where it is permanently.

  HEATH

  Kinsley groans, pressing her cunt closer to my face as her taste floods my mouth. Goddamn, I could stay here a fucking lifetime and it wouldn’t be long enough. I stroke her clit with my tongue, concentrating on her small nub until her thighs shake on either side of my head.

  “Oh Heath, yes honey, just like that,” she moans.

  Lifting my eyes to look up at her I moan against her cunt. Her tits sway as her body trembles and she’s looking down at me with awe. It’s so goddamn sexy.

  Her entire body tightens, and she lets out a sob, loud enough to shake the walls before her body sags. Gently, I lap up the evidence of her climax before I sit back on my haunches, then stand.

  I remove my clothes, my eyes focused on her. Kinsley hasn’t moved, her eyes closed, and a smile tipping her lips as she attempts to catch her breath.

  Once I’m undressed, I bend down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, tasting her and gently biting down on the sweet bud. Kinsley’s back arches, as I continue to lavish her nipple with my tongue, slowly releasing her before I do the same to the other side.

  “Will you tell me how everything’s changed?” she asks once I release her opposite nipple.

  Lifting my gaze to her, I use my index finger to trace her lips. “Consider yourself on naked house arrest, Sugar,” I rasp.

  Her eyes widen, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Her eyes shift to the side and then back to me. Kinsley reaches out, wrapping her cool fingers around my cock and gives me a gentle stroke.

  “I think I might like that,” she winks.

  I groan, my hips shifting as she continues to stroke my cock. “Touch yourself for me, Sugar,” I murmur.

  Her other hand dives between her thighs and I watch as her finger slides through her folds. Groaning, I’m unable to stop my hips from moving, my cock pumping in and out of her grasp. I watch her gently touch herself, the act so fucking beautiful and sensual that I can’t control my growl.

  Reaching out, I wrap each of my hands around her wrists, stopping her movements. “Lie back on the bed, in the middle,” I instruct before releasing her.

  I watch as she scoots back, lying down and spreads her thighs wider for me. My sugar has already figured me out, and what I like in such a short amount of time that I know for certain she’s the absolute only one for me.

  Climbing onto the bed, between her heavenly thighs, I slide my hands beneath her plump ass and squeeze before I pull her up my legs.

  Kinsley gasps, lifting her head up to look at me in awe. Wrapping my hands around her waist I slowly sink inside of her tight pussy. Her ass rests on my thighs as I slowly fuck her. “Touch your clit, Sugar, but not too fast now,” I instruct.

  One of her hands slides down her belly, and her finger slowly strokes her pretty clit. I watch, unable to take my eyes off of the way my cock disappears inside of her, or the way she touches herself.

  I could come in an instant, but I want to be inside of her for as long as possible. To think, that I could have lost her, or that she could have been hurt. It makes me so goddamn mad.

  “Let me taste, Kinsley,” I grunt. I need a reminder that she’s here with me, and just her cunt wrapped around my dick isn’t enough right now.

  She lifts her hand from her clit and I lean over, capturing her fingers between my lips, licking and sucking them with a moan. My hips jerk, my strokes coming faster, with the taste of her flooding my tongue. Moving one of my hands from her waist, I press my thumb against her clit while I continue sucking her fingers.

  “God, Honey, that feels amazing,” she moans.

  Pinching her clit, I fuck her harder and that’s when I feel her pussy flutter around me. Her wetness floods my cock, dripping down my balls and I know she’s on the edge. I don’t stop, I pound inside of her, releasing her fingers from my mouth as my thumb works her clit.

  I rub against her sweet nub with vigor and when her cunt squeezes me, only then do I plant myself deep inside of her coming with a growl. “Fuck, Sugar,” I moan. “Take all of me.”

  She whimpers, her thighs shaking and her belly dipping as her muscles twitch. Slowly, I fuck her, watching as my dick becomes coated in my own cum, and feeling it drip out of her sweet cunt.

  Pulling completely out of her I trail my finger through her pussy lips and gather as much cum as I can before I slip my finger inside of her. “Heath,” she sighs.

  “I’m keeping you, Kinsley,” I announce, looking from her wet pussy, to her face.

  Kinsley’s eyes open, her smile lazy and satisfied as she looks at me. “That sounds wonderful,” she grins.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  KINSLEY

  Rolling over, I reach for Heath, but the sheets are cold next to me. With a frown, I open my eyes. He’s never not been at my side when I wake up.

  Sitting up in the bed I look around and am disappointed that he’s not at least in the room. Slipping out of bed, I pad over to the bathroom and freshen up, taking a quick shower. I smell like Heath, and sex.

  Once I’m dried off, I bite my bottom lip, looking at my naked reflection in the mirror. Heath said he wanted me naked, here at the house, and I pretty much have been. Except this feels different. I’m usually only here at night, after work, not all-day long.

  Shaking off my unease, I turn from the bathroom and make my way downstairs. It doesn’t take me long to find Heath. He’s sitting out on the back porch, a cup of coffee in his hand with his back to me. He’s shirtless and I lick my lips at the sight of the muscle that flexes in his arm when he brings the cup to his mouth.

  My feet carry me toward him, opening up the sliding glass door, I close it behind me as I make my way closer to him.

  “Come sit, Sugar,” he murmurs not turning around.

  As soon as I appear in front of him, his gaze slowly lifts, taking in my naked body and when his eyes meet mine, I watch as a smile appears on his lips. “Good girl,” he grunts.

  Heath sets his coffee down and reaches for me, guiding me to sit with my legs draped across his thighs. I lean against him, nuzzling my nose against his neck and inhaling his spicy scent. He smells clean, like he took a shower this morning too.

  I clench my thighs together as wetness pools between them. I’m still sore from last night, and yet, I want more. I think that with Heath I’ll always want it, no matter what. “How are you feeling, Kinsley?” he asks, his voice gentle and soft.

  “I’m okay,” I admit.

  Heath hums, his hand lifting to my head. I purr when I feel his fingers shift through my hair as he pets and strokes me. The movement makes my pussy ache that much more and I close my eyes as I begin to breathe heavier.

  My breaths turn into pants quickly and I hear a rumble come from Heath’s chest as his fingers grip my hair tightly for a moment, then return to their strokes.

  He doesn’t speak as his other hand moves. His fingers reach out and I whimper as they circle around my hardened nipples, avoiding touching where I want him most. His touch travels down my stomach and without being instructed I quickly spread my thighs.

  “Look at you, Sugar. You know exactly what I want, don’t you?” he growls.

  I don’t know what he wants, necessarily, but I know what I want. I want his touch, and I want it now. I want him to make me feel good, to erase everything that happened yesterday, to make me forget the aches and pains that flow through my body.

  Heath’s fingers trail through my aching pussy and he groans when he feels how soaking wet I am for him. It’s as if I haven’t had sex in weeks, instead of just a few hours ago. “You’re always ready for me, aren’t you Sugar?” he asks.

  I whimper against his neck, licking his skin before I gently suck on him. Two of his fingers slowly slip into my pussy and he pumps them in and out, his movements slow and precise. “Just feel, Kinsley. Just enjoy,” he instructs.

  Keeping my body relaxed, I close my eyes as I f
eel the way he fills me. I pant as his fingers curl inside of me before they slide out and then repeat. My hips automatically jerk as my body climbs closer toward my release.

  “I’m close, Honey,” I whimper.

  He growls, his chest vibrating against me. “Fight it, Sugar. Stay on edge for me,” he coos.

  HEATH

  Kinsley breaks out into a light sweat as she whimpers over and over. I continue to fuck her tight cunt with my fingers, keeping my rhythm and speed consistent.

  “Please, Honey. I can’t hold off much longer,” she begs.

  Her pussy is wet and warm, I can feel it fluttering around my fingers and I know that she’s not lying. She’s fucking close and has been for a while. Slipping my fingers from her tight cunt, I lift them to her face. Without a moments hesitation she lifts her head from my neck and waits.

  I paint her lips with her wetness, then I press my fingers against the seam of her lips and moan when she opens her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. Gently, I slide my fingers out of her mouth, shifting them into her hair and I tug her mouth against mine.

  Licking her lips, I moan as her taste explodes on my tongue. She wiggles against my lap and I know she’s got to be fucking aching with need—I know I am.

  Reaching between us, I shift out of my boxers and let them fall to my ankles. “Ride me, Sugar,” I hum.

  Quickly, she turns around, grasping my cock and sinking down without hesitation. I moan at the feeling of her snug cunt enveloping me. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I grip her tightly to keep her from moving immediately.

  Lifting my gaze to her wide brown eyes, I smirk. She looks wild, her eyes are wide and searching my own, her hair mussed up from my hand and her body flush and begging for more of my touch. I slide my hands up her side, grazing her skin before I reach her full tits.

  Cupping her in my hands, I squeeze her, then move to pinch her nipples, tugging on them simultaneously and watching as her back bows with a silent beg for more. Lowering my head, I release one of her nipples, replacing my fingers with my mouth.

  Kinsley is unable to be still a second longer. As soon as my lips touch her sweet nipple, her hips shift. She fucks me, slowly, her clit grinding against my pelvis with each shift of her hips. I groan against her tit when I feel her wetness slide down and coat my balls.

  Releasing her nipple, I kiss over to the other side and focus on that one. My fingers replace my mouth as I gently rub the wetness all over it, grinning when I feel it harden even more beneath my touch. Kinsley’s thighs tremble against my own as loud moans fill the morning air around us.

  My girl isn’t shy, and I’m glad for it. This is something I enjoy immensely, and I have plans to repeat this morning, again and again.

  Once I’ve given her other nipple enough attention, I kiss up the column of her neck and suck on the skin there. Tonight, I’ll suck hard enough to leave a mark, but my parents are coming over for dinner, so I decide not to bruise her before their initial meeting.

  “Come for me, Kinsley,” I rasp against her neck. “Squeeze that pussy around me, Sugar. I’m ready to fill you up.”

  She throws back her head and I can feel her hair against my thighs as her hips buck and jerk. She grinds down even harder, rubbing her gorgeous clit against me and I can do nothing but watch the show. Kinsley cries out when she comes. Her cunt squeezes me so damn hard that I grunt, gripping her waist with my fingers.

  When her release slides down my balls, coating them even more, my own head falls back with the sensation of it all. She trembles above me, and then her rigid body begins to slump. Lifting my head, keeping my fingers gripped around her waist I use her body to jack my cock.

  It’s gorgeous, my shiny cock, wet from her sweet cum as I lift and tug down on her waist. I explode inside of her, letting out a roar when I do. Holding her against me, I fill her soft body with my cum, the muscles in my arms trembling from the force of my climax.

  Kinsley leans forward, pressing her breasts against my chest and her lips against my neck. “I like being yours, Heath. Thank you for taking me, for keeping me,” she whispers.

  I smile, my fingertips running up and down her spine. Never did I imagine any of this would happen. I couldn’t have dreamed this beautiful girl would move in next door, that she would be my match in so many wonderful ways. My phone rings next to me and I frown as I reach for it.

  “Hello?”

  “Mr. Mitchell, this is Detective Anderson, I need to talk with Miss. Gibson, go over her statement one last time,” he growls into the phone.

  I hold Kinsley a little tighter, not wishing to force her to go through anymore questions, but I know that it needs to be handled. “What time?”

  “Thirty minutes?” he asks, but I know it isn’t really a question. He’ll be here in thirty, and there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to stop him.

  Letting out a sigh, I agree before ending the call. “Sugar, you need to get up and put some clothes on, a detective is on his way over,” I murmur in my most coaxing voice.

  Kinsley lifts her head, and she blinks a few times. “Okay,” she nods. Leaning forward I press my lips to hers.

  “Don’t clean up, I want my cum inside of you, reminding you that you’re mine and you’re safe.”

  Her eyes spark with fire and I can tell she wants to argue but surprisingly she doesn’t. Her shock turns into a soft smile and she leans forward, grazing her lips with mine. “I love the way your cum feels inside of me, Honey,” she breathes.

  “Good, after he leaves I’m filling you up again,” I grunt.

  Kinsley slowly stands from my lap and I watch her gorgeous ass sway as she walks away from me. I take one more drink from my now cold coffee, before I stand, pulling my boxers up, and I follow behind her. This fucker better not take too goddamn long, my cock already aches with a need to fill that tight cunt of hers up again.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  KINSLEY

  I don’t feel much like dressing up, so I slip on a pair of denim shorts, and an oversized V-neck t-shirt. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and don’t even bother with makeup. I have a feeling Heath likes me just fine without being dolled up, especially since I know he prefers my body bare, I assume he feels the same about my face.

  There’s a knock on the door and I hurry downstairs, just as Heath is opening the front door. He’s wearing a pair of dark sweats that hang deliciously low on his hips and a tight tank.

  “Officer,” he grunts, holding out his hand.

  A few seconds later my step falters as a man walks through the doorway. He’s hot, a complete opposite of Heath in body. He’s tall like Heath but he has muscle packed over thick muscle and he looks like he could lift a fucking car with one arm, he’s huge.

  “Miss. Gibson?” he asks.

  I give him a smile and hurry toward Heath’s side, extending my arm to the officer. Heath walks me over to the sofa and we spend the next hour going over my statement about Jordan Walker and his wife.

  He informs me that they’ve done this before and gotten away with it. He’s spent the better part of the morning gathering at least fifteen names of young women to interview. All women who have been blackmailed and assaulted by Jordan and his wife.

  Apparently, their blog is extremely popular, and they make a ton of money from it. I cringe, thinking about all of the abused women that they’ve exploited.

  Shivering, I curl in closer to Heath, thinking about the fact that I could have very easily been one of them. I can’t believe that it almost happened to me, and without Heath, it would have.

  “We’ll stay in contact, make sure if you move or change your phone numbers that you update us with the new information,” Detective Anderson explains as he stands.

  Clearing my throat, I reach for his arm and wrap my fingers around him. His bright blue eyes meet mine and his nostrils flare. It frightens me, so I drop my hand almost immediately.

  “Thank you, Detective. I appreciate everything you’ve done. Whatever you need
from me, please don’t hesitate to ask. I want justice for those women, and I want those sick pieces of shit to rot in jail,” I announce.

  Detective Anderson’s lips twitch, and he almost smiles. “Thank you, Miss. Gibson. I’m glad they didn’t get to go through with their plans for you,” he murmurs.

  I hear Heath growl and the Detective’s brow lifts before he thanks us one last time and shows himself out. “He wanted in your panties,” Heath announces.

  My eyes lift to his and I blink. “I don’t think…” Heath cuts me off with a glare.

  “Strip,” he demands.

  My arms move without hesitation and I quickly strip down until I’m completely naked. I also tug the hair tie out of my hair and let it tumble around my arms.

  Heath reaches out, sliding his finger through my pussy, keeping his eyes connected to my own. He lifts his hand and presses his finger against my lips. I open my mouth, sucking his finger without a second thought. I taste his cum on my tongue and my eyes slide closed.

  “Mine, Kinsley. Don’t forget that.”

  HEATH

  I’m irrationally pissed off the rest of the day. I know that Kinsley doesn’t want that detective, but the way she looked at him, and when her hand touched his arm, it sent rage throughout my entire body.

  Even hours later, I’m fucking pissed. She gave me a wide berth the rest of the day and I don’t blame her, I’ve been a goddamn bear.

  Now, with only an hour until my parents show up, I’m feeling like an asshole. She’s upstairs getting ready, while I put the food in the oven. Once it’s all in and cooking, I make my way up to her.

  Kinsley is standing in front of the bathroom sink, applying makeup when I arrive upstairs. Her eyes glance over to me through the reflection in the mirror, but she otherwise ignores me.