Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

  I was sitting at my desk putting the finishing touches on an email to the staff when Dante shouted, “Sabrina. Can you help me with this?”

  I hit send on the email and scurried around my desk. I just knew any help he needed was computer related. Dante was definitely not enjoying our new online calendar program, and I was spending at least ten minutes every day fixing the things he messed up. For someone who was normally so adept with technology, it was downright hilarious to witness his frustration.

  I was chuckling when I reach his door. “What did you do now you silly…"

  I came to a dead stop when I saw that he was sitting behind his desk completely naked, his hand moving up and down his cock. He smirked at my wide-eyed shock.

  “Rina, close the door and lock it. Then get over here.”

  I turned and left the room, running into the outer office so that I could lock the door to our suite of office space. When I was finished, I entered his office again, turning to lock his office door behind me.

  I was all but drooling as I started to walk across the room toward him. I undid my belt and pulled the navy blue dress I was wearing over my head before taking off my thong and removing my bra and then I bent over to take off my shoes.

  “Don’t take them off," he growled. "I’ve imagined you wearing those heels while I fucked you on my desk for the last year. They stay on.”

  I nodded and started back across the room to him. “That's convenient. I’ve fantasized about getting fucked by you on your desk for the last year, too. I guess both of our dreams are about to come true.”

  Skirting around his desk, I straddled his lap. His cock was lying hard and hot between us, tempting me to touch it, to taste it. Winding my arms around his neck and twining my fingers in his hair, I leaned forward to capture his mouth with mine.

  Our kiss was passionate and surprisingly slow all things considered. Instead of rushing, we savored each other and the moment. Dante ran his hands up and down my back and sides, and the sensation was comforting, sweet, and oh-so-arousing.

  Eventually I couldn’t help it, and I started writhing on his lap and rubbing up against his arousal. Tearing his mouth from mine, he stood us both up. “Rina, I’m putting you on the desk. Lie back.”

  He sat me down and I reclined on his enormous desk, the wood cool and hard beneath me. Dante stood over me, staring down into my eyes. “Baby… You are so fucking beautiful. Seeing you spread across my desk like this… I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.”

  I was made even more breathless because his words touched me. He said he didn’t do relationships, but his words planted a seed of hope in my heart. Maybe we could truly be something.

  I stopped thinking entirely when he sank into his office chair and pushed my legs open. “Rina, put your hands under your knees and pull your legs back. Don’t let go.”

  I ran my hands down my thighs and raised my legs so that I could pull my knees against my chest, leaving myself totally open to him. He wasted no time, bent over and started to kiss and lick all around, everywhere but on my clit.

  My head thrashed from side to side on the desk. Each kiss and lick caused me to tense more, my body tight as a bowstring. It felt like heaven when he slipped his tongue into my pussy, humming and wiggling it all around. The feeling was indescribable, and I could feel my arousal flowing onto his tongue.

  My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was begging him to lick my clit. “Please Dante. Please. I need to come so bad.”

  He tortured me for a long time, letting me build to orgasm again and again, holding back each time I was on the verge of coming. I was out of my mind with need, panting and writhing as he continued torturing me.

  After what seemed like an eternity, he finally started licking all around my clit. He swirled his tongue up one side and then down the other, driving me wild and making me more and more liquid by the second.

  He slipped his middle finger into me, but it barely took the edge off. I pulled my legs tighter against my chest and bucked up when he pulled out and thrust another finger in.

  I could feel him making a “come hither” movement with his fingers inside of me, and the feeling was so intense that I got dizzy.

  “Oh please, oh please, oh please… FUCK! Dante, please make me come!”

  He continued the “come hither” movement and the slide of his tongue on either side of my clit, and I felt myself bearing down for a huge orgasm. I was out of breath and so ready to come, never more ready than I was right then.

  Without warning, he sucked my clit into his mouth and hummed. It was like a rocket had gone off inside my body. Yelling out his name, I arched my back and lifted the entire bottom of my body off the desk as I exploded in orgasm.

  Giving me no time to come back to earth, Dante stood and took my hands from behind my knees, kissing each of my palms before laying them at my sides on the desk. Taking my ankles into his hands, he aligned his cock with my entrance and started to push his way in.

  As wet and turned on as I was, it was still a tough entry. My inner muscles were still clenching and unclenching from the insane orgasm I'd just had, and that made taking him in harder. When he bottomed out inside of me, we both moaned from the sensation.

  “Put these hot fucking heels on either side of my shoulders and get ready.” Bracing his hands on either side of my hips, he started slowly thrusting in and out. The pressure on my clit increased when he leaned forward so that our mouths could meet again. I tasted myself on his tongue, and it caused me to get even wetter.

  His lips left mine as he straightened up and started picking up the pace. The man could fuck, and I loved it.

  Looking down at me through eyes that were filled with something I couldn't define, he smiled. “You’re so fucking perfect Sabrina. No comparison, you’re fucking everything.”

  Every word caused me to get even more turned on. I could hear the sounds of how wet I was as he thrust in and out, and I was almost delirious with need.

  I nodded at him as I moaned. "There isn't a comparison for you, either. You're… the… best… ever!"

  His pace picked up, his thrusting getting faster and faster. Bending forward, he latched onto my nipple, first sucking its pebbled tip, and then biting down on it. Just like that I exploded, scratching my nails down his back as I detonated around him.

  Dante continued thrusting, giving me no time to relax. We were a symphony of fuck noises, moans and groans. Laying his forehead on mine, he continued thrusting. “Put your legs against either side of my waist, Rina.”

  Picking me up from the desk, he backed up and sat down. The angle was perfect and I was totally impaled on him. He helped me put my legs over the arms of his desk chair and then we started moving again. Being that open and on top of him was an incredible sensation.

  My head rolled back on my shoulders as I rode him, up and down and up and down. His cock was hitting that spot inside me with each downward thrust that was making me crazy.

  His hands spanned my waist and he started lifting me up and down faster and faster, dropping me hard onto his cock. “It’s never been better, Sabrina. Fuck… It’s never even been close.”

  I nodded my agreement because I couldn’t speak. I was so close to coming that speaking was impossible. He thrust into me four more times, and I threw my head back and shouted out my orgasm. He followed, pulling me down hard as he came inside me. The aftershocks went on forever, and I lapped it up like cream.

  Laying my head on his chest, I listened to the thundering of his heart as I caught my breath.

  We lay like that for a few minutes until we could both breathe again. I was getting used to the feeling of Dante running his fingers up and down my back or my sides when we recovered together in the afterglow, and it was extremely relaxing.

  Eventually I had to move. My thighs ached from spreading so wide on the chair, and the rest of my legs were sore from holding them taught when he went down on me. He helped me up and sat me back down on the desk as we smiled at ea
ch other.

  I reclined on my elbows and enjoyed the view of his hot naked ass as he walked to the bathroom attached to his office. He returned a few minutes later with his suit pants on and some wet paper towels. Coming back to me, he cleaned me off with the paper towels, planting a kiss on my mouth when he’d finished.

  I looked at the clock and realized that it was almost nine, well past quitting time. Hopping up I quickly redressed while Dante also finished dressing.

  We cleaned up after ourselves and left work. Ever the gentleman, he walked me to my car. Pushing me up against the driver side door, he put his hands behind my neck and pulled me to him for a kiss.

  We stood like that for a few minutes, enjoying the experience of just making out. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead onto mine. “What’s happening between us is so…. strange. Normally any intensity is fleeting and wears off immediately. This just keeps getting better.”

  I nodded in agreement. “That’s an understatement, Dante. What happened up there… it was almost too intense. It was unbelievable. “

  I leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the mouth. “I’ve got to go. Brooke will get suspicious if I don’t get home soon. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Stepping back, he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “What I wouldn’t give to take you home and back to bed. I liked falling asleep with you.”

  I kissed his thumb as I smiled at him. I liked falling asleep with him too, but I wasn't ready to tell him that. "I’ll see you in the morning,” I said as I got into my car.

  On the way home, I stopped and got a Big Mac and a large coke. I sat in the parking lot to eat before I headed home. I didn't want to take the chance that Brooke would get suspicious if I came home at this hour having not eaten. I didn’t want to draw her attention to what was happening with Dante and me, at least not yet. As long as what we were doing was casual, I couldn't say anything to Brooke. There was too big of a risk that she would get angry with Dante, and I didn't want there to be any negative repercussions on their relationship.

  I managed to get into the house without seeing her, and I jumped into the shower. I threw on a pair of silk boxers and a tee shirt, and then dropped, exhausted, into bed.

  The following weekend, we took the company jet to Las Vegas with the family. It was meant to be a trip for everyone, but at the last minute Damien had bailed on us. Dante had gotten us all suites, and had wisely arranged to have ours side by side. We were both like little children on Christmas morning, excited that we'd get to spend the nights in bed together, uninterrupted.

  We tried to be good and control ourselves, but we couldn't do it. We wound up begging off from what Spencer, the twins and my sister were doing the first night that we were there by telling them that we were going to do something else. We both got dressed and pretended to leave, but instead went back to Dante's room and attacked each other. We spent hours completely wrapped up in one another, doing anything and everything that we wanted to do.

  I dropped off of him after a particularly rough session, sweaty and breathless, my sex still tingling from all of my orgasms. Blowing out a breath, I stared at the ceiling. Dante ran his hands down my stomach, kissing my breasts and licking my nipples.

  "There's normal, and then, there's this," he said. "I bet we could spend a week in bed and still have energy to keep going. I don't think our chemistry is dissipating at all."

  Looking down at him, I smiled. He looked stunned and possibly a little concerned. We'd spent the entire week using every spare moment to come together, and if anything, I knew that our connection was even more solid. "I'd have said that it was impossible, but you're right. I want you more than I did last week. I think it's because now it isn't just a fantasy. Now that I know how good you are, I want you more."

  He looked in awe of what I'd said, and he ran his fingers over my face before kissing me gently. "You mean how good we are," he said.

  I was about to respond when my cell phone started going off. Reaching across the bed, I grabbed it from the bedside table. I frowned when I saw that it was Dominique, and sliding my finger across the screen, I answered right away.

  She was upset and I could hear that quite clearly. She filled me in quickly on what their night had been like, telling me that two guys had tried to take my sister out of a nightclub. "She's drunk, Rina, totally shit faced. I've never seen her like this. She can barely walk. We're on our way back now, and we should be there in about ten minutes. Are you at the hotel?"

  I told her that we were, and she asked if Dante could get the key to Brooke's suite to open it up. "I think it's very likely that she's going to throw up. We need to get her into that room right away."

  Hanging up, I jumped up and started dressing, filling Dante in as I did so. He dressed in seconds, hustling from the room to get a key made for Brooke's suite. We'd just gotten into her suite when I heard a commotion at the door. Pulling it open, I saw that Spencer was carrying her because she couldn't walk. I'd never seen my sister so out of control, not ever, and I was stunned when Spencer ran her to the bathroom so that she could start throwing up. I ran after her, holding her hair as she vomited.

  Dante stuck his head in and asked if they could do anything, and I said no. Giving me the signal that meant "call me," he left.

  It took me a long time to get Brooke under control, and when I was sure that she wasn't going to throw up, I put her to bed. I promised her that everything would be okay, and eventually she fell asleep. Texting Dante, I told him that everything was fine and that I was going to go to bed.

  By the time I got into the hallway, he was standing at the door. Holding out his hand, he smiled when I slipped my fingers through his.

  "Hi baby. I didn't want to sleep without you, so I thought we'd sleep in your suite in case Brooke calls. Is that okay?"

  It was better than okay, and we walked to my suite in companionable silence. I was dead on my feet, and once we got into the suite he stripped me and put me into bed. After taking his clothes off, he joined me. Reaching out, he pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. Snuggling into him, I fell asleep almost immediately.

  The rest of the weekend passed without further incident. Dante spent both nights in my suite, and I loved sleeping in his arms. It felt so good, so right.

  Over the next few weeks, we fell into a routine. After work each night we headed to his house and made love until I had to go home. On weekends, we were with each other all day and all night, again until I had to go home. I hated not being able to spend the nights with him, but I needed to be home or Brooke would have gotten suspicious.

  The sex continued to be off the charts hot. If anything, it was getting better, which was alarming. I wouldn't have thought there was any room for improvement, but the more comfortable we got with each other, the more intense our lovemaking was. The need wasn't diminishing at all. We were desperate for each other all of the time, ready to go at the drop of a hat.

  Brooke had decided to move in with two new friends from college for the semester. It was a surprise decision, and normally I’d have been upset about that turn of events. But for the first time ever, I was looking forward to being alone and having some privacy. I wanted to be able to spend the night with Dante, and to do so I needed to be able to come and go without drawing her attention to it.

  Moving day finally arrived and Dante, Damien, Spencer, Dominique, Delilah and I all worked together to load the tiny U-Haul we had rented. With all hands on deck, we made quick work of it. We had got her moved out of our house and into her new apartment in less than five hours.

  By late afternoon, we were all totally shit kicked. We made the easy decision to order some pizzas, and we ate using boxes as tables. It was a fun dinner and a fitting end to a tiring day.

  By six thirty, we were all going our separate ways. Brooke needed to do tons of unpacking, and Dominique and Delilah had back to school stuff to get, so we wouldn't be doing Sunday dinner the following day. We said our goodbyes, all of us hugging and
kissing, planning to meet up the following Sunday.

  I was so excited that I practically skipped out of the apartment. Dante had asked me to spend tonight at his house, and I was flush with anticipation. An entire night together after all of the weeks being clandestine sounded like heaven on earth. I had the car stereo cranked as I all but floated down the freeway listening to Lenny Kravitz at full blast. Within twenty minutes, I was pulling in to Dante’s driveway; primed and ready for everything I was hoping we would do that night.

  Meeting me at the front door, he pulled me in and gave me a big kiss in welcome. “You’re here and we have a whole weekend to enjoy each other. Let’s not waste a second!”

  Grabbing my hand in his, he pulled me up the stairs as we both laughed like a couple of teenagers. “This first time is going to be quick. My dick has been hard as a rock for hours watching you bend over and pick up boxes. You’ve got a mighty sexy ass, Miss Tyler.”

  Leaving my bag at the foot of his bed, he pulled me into his arms. I grinned at him as I nodded in agreement. “That's okay, because I was all but drooling watching you lift boxes and move furniture, Mr. Hart.”

  We wasted no time getting naked. Grabbing my head, Dante pulled me to his mouth for a kiss as he maneuvered me down to the bed. My back arched as he moved his way down my neck and gave me some little love bites. “Oh Dante, l can’t wait," I said. "Fuck me.”

  I didn’t need to ask twice. Flipping me over, he aligned his cock with my opening and started to press forward. He set a hard pace, and I met him thrust for thrust.

  “I’m not going to last long baby. Touch that pretty clit of yours and make yourself come.”

  Gliding my right hand to my wet slit, I start rubbing over my clit. The sensation was better than good. Reaching further down, I touched his cock as it moved in and out of me, and judging by the quickening of both his breathing and his thrusts, he liked it.

  His hands slid from my waist to my breasts and the feeling of being full of his cock as I fingered my clit while he pulled my nipples sent me careening over the edge. I shouted out my release, the sensation intensifying as he buried his face in my neck and started coming inside of me.