Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

You guessed it – I was the genius. The idea was all mine.

  She let it all go on the dance floor and it allowed me to enjoy my favorite side of her – the one that she didn’t show at work. I’m sure you can figure out what side she let loose when we were out, and why I was a glutton for fucking punishment for it – putting myself in the same situation time and again. When Rina danced, her sexuality was right there, close enough for me to taste it. Fuck me – you have no idea how badly I wanted to taste.

  I fought my entire life to steer clear of addiction. Drugs, alcohol, gambling, adrenalin rushes… I didn’t need any of those things because I kept my addictive genes well under control.

  Until HER.

  Now I fully understood why people said that they couldn’t quit their addictions. When I wasn’t with Sabrina, I wanted to be with her. If I had half a second to myself, I was thinking about her, and I found one reason after another to spend more and more time with her. Like all addicts, the more I had, the more I wanted. It was alarming how badly I fucking wanted.

  I’m a master at maintaining a poker face, but sometimes I wondered how she didn’t see all of the fucking cracks in my façade. How many times had I silently approached her at her desk so that I could lean over her shoulder and breathe her in? How many times had I sat across a candlelit table from her, watching her enjoy her food while I struggled to remember to eat what was on my plate instead of taking her home and eating her? It felt like it had been an eternity, but in reality it had been just over a year.

  I’d been staring at her ass and her legs while she danced, but the view only got better when she turned around and started to dance face-to-face with me. The dress she was wearing should have been illegal everywhere on earth but in my bedroom, and I wanted to lift her up and run from the club straight to the nearest flat surface. As I was thinking that, someone bumped into her back, causing her to stumble forward into my arms. So perfect, so hot… I wanted her plastered to me like a wet t-shirt during spring break. For one second we stared at each other, and I swear I saw something in her eyes that looked an awful lot like how I felt inside. Molten. Hot. Hanging by a fucking thread. Out of control.

  The moment was gone quickly as she flushed prettily and turned around again to raise her hands over her head as she swayed to P!nk’s “You and Your Hand.” The irony of the fact that I was watching her dance in order to fill my spank bank wasn’t lost on me. Like every other night that I went out with Sabrina, it was going to end up being just me and my fucking hand once I got home.

  I turned to stone when I saw a hand reach out, grab her shoulder and pull her forward. I growled – yes, actually fucking growled – when I saw that it was the asshole that I’d had my eye on all night that had spent a little too much time looking at her. Lightning fast, I leaned forward, grabbed his hand, and forcefully pushed it back toward him. Once his hand was gone, I put an arm around Sabrina and pulled her tightly against me.

  Giving him a look that left no doubt that I was furious, my hand shot out and grabbed his collar so that I could pull him to me. If the asshole had one functioning brain cell, he wouldn’t do anything to piss me off.

  Face to face with him I snapped, “Touch her again and you’re not going to have a fucking hand, asshole. Do you understand me?”

  He nodded like a bobble-head as he pulled out of my grasp and practically moonwalked away, letting the crowd swallow him up.

  Leaning her back against me, Sabrina looked over her shoulder at me. “I could have handled him, you know.”

  My arm held her to me tighter. I didn’t want her to have to handle handsy assholes in clubs by herself. “I got it, bab… Rina. I’ve always got your back.”

  After staring at me for another few seconds, she smiled up at me. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  Best friend. God, did she really believe that’s all it was? She was my best friend, but it was also so much goddamn more than that. I was crazy fuckin’ territorial about her, more than I’d ever been about anyone or anything in my entire life, but she acted like she didn’t notice anything weird about it.

  I felt like any little thing might put me over the edge. If I’m honest, I felt more and more lately as if me losing control was inevitable. I wanted her in a way that I’d never wanted anything, ever.

  The question was, how much longer could I keep up the charade?

  Broken Hart Bonus Scene Two

  Dante – The night before the big break-up

  Normally, having Sabrina in the bed with me meant that I slept like the dead, but my conscience had been screaming at me, which meant that sleeping like the dead wasn’t on the agenda. I’d gotten about an hour, maybe two, but that was it. After that, going back to sleep didn’t seem to be possible. Instead I had been wide-awake, staring at the fucking wall, and wondering what the hell I was going to do.

  My mind was running a million miles an hour as I thought about what a fucking asshole I was. I’d known for weeks—hell, probably more like months—that I was in love with her, and I was freaking the fuck out because I had just realized that she was in love with me, too. It was my own fucking fault, really. I had made love to her in the pool, even though I knew it was a bad idea. Every day she worked her magic and got under my skin a little bit more, and I knew that she cared about me, knew that I was being a selfish shit by expecting her to keep her walls up, but after we made love in the pool, I could almost see her feelings rolling off of her in waves. We weren’t just friends who fucked. We were in love with each other.

  That sounds like great news, right? Well, it wasn’t. Sabrina deserved the best, not some broken down piece of shit with more baggage than the lost luggage claim at an international airport. I knew that I needed to push her away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. First, the idea of putting a stop to what we were doing made me feel ill. Second, I knew damn well that when she moved on and found her Mr. Right, I was going to lose my shit. The fucking idea of someone else touching her, loving her, made me sick.

  She had been pulled against me so that I was ‘spooning’ her, and the only sound in the room were that of our breathing. Even in the midst of mentally kicking my own ass, I was still so fucking turned on by her. Without immediately realizing that I was doing it, I began fondling her breasts. Pretty soon, fondling turned into pinching, and when she let out a series of little moans in her sleep, I was done for. When I slid my hand down to her pussy, I found her hot and wet. She let out a muffled cry as she shifted restlessly against me, her sexy ass grinding against my rock hard cock as I slid my fingers gently over her clit.

  Burying my face in her neck, I breathed her in. Taking my fingers away from her clit, I smoothed some of her arousal from my fingers onto her neck. Immediately I wanted her more, and I licked and sucked at her neck like a man possessed as I breathed her in and tasted her. Sliding my fingers back to her pussy, I began massaging her a little faster. Selfish son of a bitch that I was, I needed her to wake up and welcome me into her tight cunt. I felt the exact moment that she woke up, and knew that she was with me when she made a sound and arched her back against me.

  “I’m sorry I had to wake you up. I tried to go back to sleep, I swear I did. But being with you like this, my body had a mind of its own. I need you, baby. I need to be inside of you so fucking badly.”

  Looking over her shoulder at me, she smiled drowsily as she ran her hand down my arm. “Then take me.”

  With little maneuvering I was quickly lined up and ready to slide home inside of her. Lifting her leg and pulling it back over mine, I pushed into her. The heat of her pussy against my cock felt like fucking heaven, and I groaned as she clenched around me. I had been almost desperate to hammer into her, but I forced myself to go slowly, to show her the love that I knew that I could never admit to.

  Our fingers met against her clit, and I held her hand as she rubbed in lazy circles. She softly gasped my name over and over again as she got closer to the edge, and the vic
e-like grip of her pussy against my cock told me that she was about to come. Untangling my fingers from hers, I cupped her face before sliding my middle finger into her mouth. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you need my cock.”

  She sucked my finger like it was my cock as she came, her entire body shaking as I kept thrusting in and out gently. When she had come down from that orgasm, I pulled my finger out of her mouth and turned her face toward mine before claiming her lips. Growling, I devoured her delectable mouth. She tasted like my favorite two things—her and sex combined. I made love to her with my mouth at the same time I loved her with my body, and she was so fucking hot and wet that I started to lose it. Sliding my fingers back down to her clit, I swirled them around the way that I knew she liked best. She kissed me more desperately the closer she got, and I knew that when she went, I would be coming with her. Knowing that she was right there, I started thrusting a little harder. When she tore her lips away from mine and cried out, her hot cunt seized against me and I lost it, coming hot and deep inside of her.

  We remained joined together in the afterglow, sharing a few gentle kisses before she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. When she came back to bed I knew that she was all but asleep again. Curling up against me, she fell back to sleep quickly. I loved how easy it was for her to relax back into me, loved the sound of her soft and steady breathing. I didn’t know what the fuck the future held, but I knew that at some point, I was going to need to nip it in the bud before she got hurt any more than she was already going to.

  Pulling her to me tighter, I kissed the top of her head before whispering my truth to her. I’d never say it to her in the light of day when she was awake to hear it, but I needed to say the words.

  “I love you more than life itself, Sabrina Tyler. You’ll never know how badly I wish that I was worthy of you.”

  I’d thought it would be freeing to say my truth out loud, but all it did was make me think about living my life without her, and that hurt so bad that I could barely stand it.

  Broken Hart Bonus Scene Three

  Sabrina – The morning after the engagement

  I had been awake for about an hour and was lying quietly with a sleeping Dante spooned against my back while I stared at my ring. I couldn’t wait to show the ring he had made for me to everyone. It was beautiful—but more than that—it was a miracle. Last year, I didn’t think we would ever have any kind of romantic relationship. Three months ago, I thought I was going to have to quit my job and start a life without him. Now, I was set to be his wife and I couldn’t imagine feeling any happier.

  My love affair with my ring took a backseat when I felt a shift from behind me. Running his hand up my side, Dante pulled me closer to him, buried his face in my neck and then gave me a love bite. Nothing hard, but it was enough for me to shiver and grind myself against him. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew that my neck was a guaranteed hotspot for me, and I giggled when I felt him rubbing his erection against my ass. Someone wanted to play.

  His sexy voice was even deeper than usual since he had just woken up, and my sex clenched as he spoke. “You know what would be really fucking sexy?”

  Shaking my head, I let out a laugh. “Not specifically, but if it ends with you inside of me, then it’s hot.”

  Sliding his hand down my arm, he lifted my hand up and ran his thumb over my engagement ring. “I want you to wear this and nothing else while I take some engagement photos. Will you model for me, Rina?”

  His words made it official—I was wet. The kinky bastard always had a direct line to my sex, and the idea of adding photos into the mix wasn’t a turn off at all. Nodding my head I answered, “Count me in. Just let me brush my teeth and my hair.”

  Letting out a husky laugh, he jumped out of the bed, taking the covers with him all in one smooth move. Ignoring my yelp of shock, he grabbed his cell phone off the bedside table. “Before you do all that, I want you all natural. You look so fucking hot lying naked in our bed wearing only your ring.”

  I felt myself blushing as I smiled at him. “Fuck,” he groaned as he stared at me. “You’re even sexier with that hot as hell smile. I want a million shots of you where it’s just you and the ring, baby. But the first set I want is you, in our bed, with your sexy I got fucked all night long hair.”

  I laughed at that, and then I laughed harder when he climbed up onto the bed and stood directly over me, cell phone in hand.

  “Cup those beautiful tits in your hands and smile at me,” he growled sexily.

  Sliding my hands up my body, I stopped at my breasts and cupped them as he had instructed before smiling up at him. The click, click, click sound of his phone taking pictures made me feel sexy.

  “That’s it, baby. Play for me. I want pictures of that ring all over your body. Show me how fucking hot you are.”

  I stared right at him as I pinched my nipples, shifting as I felt myself steadily becoming more aroused. When I needed more, I trailed my left hand down my body until I reached my drenched sex. I heard his breath hitch in his throat as I slid my middle finger over my clit and began making circles against it.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he said.

  Once again, I followed his instructions, opening my legs and then placing my feet on either side of where he was standing. The position left me totally open to him, and I knew that it would drive him crazy.

  “Use your right hand and slide a finger inside, but keep playing with your clit.”

  Tilting my hips up, I slid my middle finger inside my aching sex. It felt so good, so hot, and I squeezed around the finger as I began softly thrusting it in and out.

  As I was doing that, Dante continued taking pictures and I watched his face as he looked at his cell phone screen. When he looked up and found me watching him, he groaned. “So fucking hot. You know how much I love watching you play with this pretty pussy. You know what I love more?”

  I didn’t have time to think, much less answer, as he dropped down to his knees. Laying the cellphone on my stomach, he reached for my hands and took them away from my pussy. He wasted no time sucking my right middle finger into his mouth as he stared at me. When he pulled his mouth off, he smiled at me. “Tasting you,” he said hoarsely. “I fucking love tasting you. I’m going to eat you and while I do, I want you to take pictures of your hand in my hair. Lift your legs and put them over my shoulders so that I can fuck you with my tongue.”

  The way he said it just about had me coming right then and there. Nodding my head, I lifted the phone from my stomach before bringing my legs up and dropping them onto his shoulders. He wasted no time, immediately lifting me up closer to his mouth before burying his face between my legs.

  The way the man ate me was so fucking good that it made me crazy. He knew exactly where to go, just the right amount of pressure to use, and he could make me come in the blink of an eye. Fisting his hair, I started thrusting up against his tongue as I moaned and begged for more. When he lifted his head and stopped, I almost cried.

  “Baby,” he growled. “Pictures.”

  I grabbed for the camera with shaking hands, fumbling with it while I powered it back on and pulled the camera app up. “I got it,” I said breathlessly.

  “Yeah baby. You do.”

  With that, he slid his tongue against my pussy and began working me over again. As I took the pictures, I wondered if any of them would even be any good—my mind was definitely not on photography. Fisting my left hand in his hair, I shrieked when he latched his mouth over my pussy and began rapidly tonguing my clit. His eyes stayed on me as he worked me over, and I took as many pictures as I could before I lost it. Dropping the phone, I slid my other hand into his hair as I ground up onto his tongue and came with a loud cry.

  I was still shaking as he pulled away and took my legs down off his shoulders. Spreading my legs wide, he positioned me beneath him and then thrust inside in one smooth move. I let out a noise that was pure sex, clawing my nails down his back as I struggled to adjust to him
. No matter how often we had sex, he always filled me up almost to the point of pain—but a pain that felt so damn good.

  Leaning forward, he captured my mouth in a kiss as he began pounding in and out of me. When I could barely breathe from the sensation of his kissing and having his cock in me, I wrenched my mouth away and yelled out his name.

  “Please, ohpleaseohplease, fuck!”

  “That’s right, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it? I get so fucking deep in you, Rina. So deep.”

  My head thrashed back and forth as he continued thrusting, and when his thumb started circling my clit, I lost it. Arching my back, I held onto his arms as I came with a scream.

  As always, he didn’t let up, his thrusts continuing on as my orgasm went on and on. When I came back down to earth, I started playing with my tits to drive him crazy. “I want you to come, baby. Do you want to come on my tits?”

  He let out a groan as he shook his head emphatically. Arching an eyebrow I asked, “Where?”

  Pulling out of me, he fisted his cock and started jerking it. “Suck me,” he growled. I was on my knees in a flash, bent over with my ass in the air as I descended on his cock. As I swirled my tongue around the tip, he leaned forward and grabbed something. I smiled when I saw that the camera was back, and made sure to use my left hand to fist the bottom of his shaft as I took the top half of it into my mouth. The camera on the phone clicked away as I used my hand to jerk in time with my sucking. When I had worked him into a frenzy, I pulled my hand away so that I could take him deep. My man loved to come at the back of my throat, and I intended to let him. I was surprised when he stopped me.

  “God, fuck, you know I love to come in your sexy mouth… but not now, baby. I’m going to lay on my back while you jerk me off.”

  As soon as he was in position, we started jerking his dick together, both with our left hands. Every few seconds he took another picture, and when he set the phone down and let out a moan, I knew he was done for. I got the tip of him into my mouth just in time to swallow his come, and he let out a series of sexy, “ah, ah, ahs” as he did. When he was finished coming, I softly licked his shaft as he came back down to earth. Looking up at him, I smiled when I found him staring at me with a look of absolute adoration.