Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

  “Jackson, please fuck me now,” I breathed as he stroked my clit. Reaching around me, he grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the credenza. I spread my legs so he could access me better. He reached down and guided his cock into me.

  I threw my head backwards as he began pumping into me. My orgasm teased me as it got closer. When I started to moan loudly, Jackson’s hand covered my mouth and kissed my neck. “Shhh, baby, shhh,” he crooned into my ear.

  My body thrashed uncontrollably as my orgasm crashed into me. His pumping slowed as I felt him come. We probably would have stayed like that, milking the last of our orgasms, but a loud knocking on the door made us jerk apart.

  Jackson hastily pulled up his pants and quickly fastened them. “Yes?” he asked gruffly even though he was smiling at me.

  “It’s me, Bray. Is Andi in there? I need to ask her something about my schedule,” he requests through the door. Glancing at my legs as I was pulling down my skirt, Jackson reached over and grabbed some tissue from the box on the credenza.

  “We’re just finishing up. I’ll send her over in just a minute,” he called out. He came back over to me and crouched. Wiping my leg with the tissue, he cleaned up the remains from our heated moment. Bringing his lips to the inside of my thigh, he kissed it.

  Smiling at me, he stood up and walked back over to his desk, picking up the phone to make a phone call. My cheeks flushed and I hurried out of the office to go see what Bray needed. Jackson was so hot and cold, but that was totally freaking hot.

  A dark two weeks…

  “This will be your room,” Pepper says with a smile as she gestures to the bedroom. I love everything about this apartment. It has really high ceilings and open windows. The hardwoods are the original and add charm to the building. Crown molding decorates the top of the walls, looking ornate. This place was absolutely gorgeous. For once in the past two weeks, I am genuinely happy.

  “Pepper, I’m so excited. This place is fabulous. I promise I’ll pay half the rent once I get a real job. In the meantime, I’ll buy our groceries,” I assure her.

  She just waves me away, grinning. “Andi, no worries. I don’t care if you pay me at all. You’re my best friend. We’re going to have such a blast!”

  We hug each other and I bask in the power that rolls off of Pepper. She is my rock and I am blessed to have someone like her in my life.

  Slipping out of Jackson’s office, I quickly go to Bray’s.

  He’s hunched over, looking at some paperwork when I walk in. Closing the door behind me, I walk over to his desk. When he looked up and saw me, he smiled, gesturing for me to sit.

  I sat down and waited for him to speak. “Andi, my appointment with Mr. Higgins is on Thursday, as you know. Do you think you could come with me and take notes? I’m trying to get him to accept our offer versus a competitor’s. I think having you there will be a good learning experience for you,” he informs me.

  I nodded, excited to go into the field and meet with a client. “Sure. I mean, as long as it’s okay with Jordan and Jackson. Will you clear it with them first?” I asked.

  “I already spoke to Jordan about it. He said that was fine and they’ll manage without you.” He turned his attention back to his computer. “Well, I need to get back to work,” he sighed, dismissing me.

  When I stood to leave, he stood as well and walked over to me.

  “Andi, this is so fucking hard working with you. I just want to sprawl you out on my desk and make love to you like old times. It has been incredibly difficult to resist doing what I’d love to do to you today.” He stepped really close to me, enveloping me in his scent once again, and grabbed a lock of my hair, twirling it between his fingers. “And the fact that I know you aren’t wearing panties makes me want you so fucking bad,” he growled, pressing his body against mine so I can feel his erection.

  Jerking away, I shakily walked out of the office. He had no right to walk back into my life and try to pick things up again like the worst part of my life had never happened.

  I went back to my desk and sulked for the remainder of the afternoon. Bray really complicated my life. I’d finally gotten things somewhat sorted out and here he was again, messing it all up.

  “Let me take you home,” Jackson stated, coming from his office.

  I turned and smiled at him. “Okay, let me grab my purse.”

  As we got ready to leave, Bray stepped out of his office, closing the door behind him. His eyes darted to mine and darkened when he saw Jackson standing near me.

  Storming past us, he grumbled, “Andi. Jackson,” and disappeared out the door. Yep, definitely awkward. My phone chimed in my purse, so I pulled it out to see who had texted me.

  Pepper: Something came up at work. I’m having to sort through it. Our main sponsor just pulled their place and I am scrambling to find a replacement. Rain check on drinks?

  Smiling, I told Jackson to hold on a minute and rushed into Jordan’s office. “Pepper just texted me saying that their main sponsor pulled out for the gala. Here’s her business card. Call her and set it up. I bet she’ll be happy to find a quick replacement,” I speculated, handing Jordan the card.

  He smiled in satisfaction, grabbing the card from me, and picked up the phone to dial her number. “Pepper, hi...it’s me, Jordan Compton,” he greeted. I turned on my heels after waving bye to him and met Jackson by the door.

  Jackson grabbed my hand in his and we headed to his car. George greeted me with his cute accent when we stepped into the vehicle. “Want to grab dinner?” Jackson asked me. I nodded since Pepper couldn’t hang out with me anyway. “George, take us to Santino’s Grill.”

  His hand slid to my thigh and I grinned at him. I was more than happy to be spending time with Hot Jackson. He was making his appearance more and more today rather than Cold Jackson.

  “What are you smiling about?” he asked me as his hand rubbed up and down my upper thigh. My body shivered like it always did when he touched me.

  “You,” I answered simply. His eyes dropped to my lips. Knowing it would get to him, I licked them. The light in his eyes ignited and he pressed against my lips with his own. My core ached for him. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I climbed over him and straddled his lap. He groaned and reached over, pressing a button that dropped a divider between the driver and the backseat.

  His hands grabbed the bottom of my skirt while I kissed him wildly and yanked it up. He took a handful of my ass with each hand and I grinded myself into him. Removing his hands, he unbuttoned my blazer, slipping it off. Thankfully the windows to the car were incredibly dark because I was about to give them a show otherwise.

  He pulled off my camisole, leaving me in just my bra, but quickly fumbled with that and yanked it off of me too. I helped him slip out of his jacket and began working the buttons on his shirt. Once I got them undone, we both pulled it away from him. I leaned forward, kissing him again, this time our bare chests touching.

  Grinding into him some more, he practically tossed me off of him so he could pull his pants down. When he got them down far enough, I straddled him again, easing myself onto him. I started bouncing on his cock, making my tits bob in his face. He grabbed them and started sucking and kissing them all over.

  My orgasm came surprisingly fast and I almost stopped riding him to allow it to shudder through me, but his hands grabbed my ass again and helped me bounce until his own burst into me. We relaxed, still joined, and I nuzzled my face into his neck. His hands rubbed up and down along my naked back, making me shiver.

  We stayed like this in comfortable, silent bliss until the car stopped. I scrambled to throw my clothes back on and Jackson just smiled at me. “You’re so beautiful with your ‘just fucked’ hair. If we weren’t already at the restaurant, I’d fuck you again just to keep up your sexy hairstyle,” he smirked at me.

  Sticking my tongue out, I finished dressing. “And do that again and we certainly will never leave this car,” he growled making me giggle.

  Once dressed, we stepp
ed out of the car and the heavenly aroma of authentic Mexican food hit me. I moaned at how good it smelled and Jackson squeezed my ass making me yelp. “When you make that noise, it takes everything in me not to bend you over right now,” he said gruffly. I laughed and grabbed his hand hurrying him into the restaurant.

  After we made it inside, I was mesmerized by the colorfully painted walls and columns, the garish decorations all over the place, and the delicious smells that filled the air. The hostess seated us by a window and set down some chips and salsa in front of us. Speaking in Spanish, she asked a question. Jackson flawlessly recited something back to her in her language and she hurried away.

  “We’re having margaritas,” he informed me, smiling.

  I grinned because you can’t have good Mexican food without margaritas. “What’s good here?” I asked him trying to read the menu that was all in Spanish.

  “The fajitas are amazing. You want to try those?” he questioned, taking my hand in his.

  “Sounds great. I’m just happy to be on an actual date with you,” I replied happily.

  A look of regret passed across his features at my words. “I’m sorry, Andi. I told you I suck at this. I’m trying. I promise.”

  The server set down two giant margaritas and a bowl of queso. He let go of my hand so we could eat our appetizer. Speaking quickly, he ordered for us, and she once again scurried away.

  “So tell me how you know Brayden,” he said, turning serious. My eyes jerked to his because I certainly didn’t want to have this conversation right now. His eyes darkened because he knew deep down that Bray was more than just a college mate.

  Sucking it up, I resolved to tell him the truth. “Bray and I met our first year in college. We were both getting our degrees, majoring in Architecture. He was my world,” I confess softly, sipping at my margarita. “We dated for almost four years. Last March, he very romantically proposed to me in Central Park.” I sighed because the sad part was coming. Jackson was waiting patiently for me to continue but still had a scowl on his face.

  “I was so excited about our wedding. One day I got out of work early and wanted to surprise him. I found him banging some chick. Jackson, it absolutely devastated me,” I whispered, tears forming in my eyes. When he jerked out of the booth, I thought he was going to leave me there, but he sat down beside me, scooting me over with his hips.

  He draped his arm around me and pulled me close. Blinking back the tears, I continued. “I didn’t eat hardly at all for two weeks. He would try and contact me but I ignored him. Pepper also helped take care of keeping him away from me. My depression was so bad, that she convinced me to see a doctor and I was prescribed an antidepressant. On the night of our graduation, I ran into his mother. I was fighting to keep it together. He found me and pulled me in for a hug. My walls were finally crumbling and I felt like I could possibly forgive him. We shared a kiss that promised hope for a relationship again. When we parted and the bitch he had fucked hugged him, I lost it. The memories came crashing back down on me and I realized I would never be able to get past it.

  “I went back to my dorm room and tried to drown my sorrows with medication and vodka. Somewhere along the fuzzy way, I thought it would be a good idea to take the entire bottle of pills.”

  Jackson tensed beside me but I continued. “Before I completely faded away, I called him and told him what I had done. He rushed over and shoved his hand down my throat, causing me to vomit. The doctors told me that, had he not been able to get some of it out of my system, I would have died. My body was so emaciated from not eating that it wouldn’t have been able to handle the drug and alcohol concoction well. And even though I feel like I owe him for saving my life, I can’t help but feel like I wouldn’t have ever fallen to that point if it weren’t for his cheating in the first place.”

  Jackson kissed my temple as the server placed our fajitas in front of us. We started fixing up our fajitas when he spoke. “Are you uncomfortable working with him? We can let him go. I don’t want him harassing you,” he pronounced, taking a bite.

  “No, I feel like we can be civil with each other. Even though I am extremely unhappy with how things turned out, I don’t want him to lose his job. I can’t help but still care about him. It will just never again be in that way. My heart is too fragile.”

  He swallowed and looked at me. “He’s the reason for your game?” he asked as understanding flooded his features.

  I nodded and took a bite of my fajita. Oh my God, it was amazing. “Mmmm, Jackson, this is delicious,” I marveled while I chewed.

  He laughed and whispered in my ear. “What did I tell you about that moaning? I’m ready to leave the fajitas and have dessert.”

  His words gave me chills but the fajitas were too good to pass up. “Sorry, Charlie. The fajitas win this time,” I teased, laughing and taking another bite.

  The rest of our dinner went on amicably as we chatted about easier things. I had fun telling stories about Pepper and Olive. I loved those girls. His stories about him and Jordan were hilarious. From what I gathered, Jackson was the serious one and Jordan was the easygoing brother. He talked fondly of his mother but never mentioned his dad.

  “So where is your dad?” I wondered, pushing my plate away. I was completely stuffed. He grumbled but didn’t answer right away. I turned to look at him but he avoided my gaze.

  “He’s dead.” That’s all he offered. I waited but he didn’t elaborate. Hello, Cold Jackson.

  I pulled my margarita closer to me and sipped it. The silence dragged on and I was practically squirming in my seat with how uncomfortable it was. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Jackson, I’m sorry if I hit a nerve. I just wanted to get to know you better. Can you please take me home? I’m tired,” I sighed.

  As if snapping out of it, he turned to look at me. The pained look on his face told me he still hurt from his father’s death. “No. I mean, I’m sorry. I want to spend more time with you. I told you I’m trying. My past isn’t wonderful either, Andi. Please spend the night with me. I know this started out as a game but I want to get to know you better too,” he pled, pulling me to him.

  I turned to study his face for a moment. He looked so broken.

  “Okay, but let’s swing by my place first so I can pack a bag.” I cuddled into him.

  He paid our tab and pulled me out of the booth. Leaning over, he kissed me softly on my lips. “Come on. I want to take you somewhere first,” he spoke mischievously. I was a sucker for his boyish charm and let him lead me out of the restaurant.

  The not-so-dark days…

  Pepper is hovering. It is so unlike her, but she won’t leave me alone. I have to figure out a way to convince her that I’m okay. She won’t do anything except go to work, and even then, I practically have to push her out the door.

  “Want me to go with you to see Dr. Sweeney?” she asks while she pops her gum at me. “No, Pepper. I can go alone. You haven’t visited your dad lately. Maybe you should pay him a visit,” I suggest to her.

  She pulls her feet out of my lap and sits up. “Andi, are you okay? I mean, I know you seem more like yourself, but I still feel like something is missing. Please tell me if you’re not okay. I can’t lose my best friend,” she confides, eyes tearing up.

  I pull her foot back to me and continue to paint her big toe nail. “I’m fine, Pepper. Dr. Sweeney is helping me realize that I am better off without Bray. I’ve felt the best I have felt in a really long time. I am thankful for your careful watching over me, but I’m going to be okay so you can take it down a few notches. Enjoy your new job at the museum because I’m doing just fine.”

  She stares at me for a few moments and nods once. Continuing to pop her gum while deep in thought, she lets me finish her toes and never brings it up again.

  We drove for about thirty minutes across town. When we got to a charming little street with townhouses adorned with boxed flowers in the windows and ornate light fixtures on the porches, I could hardly contain my excitemen
t.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, admiring the homes as we passed. “You’ll see,” he teased. We sat holding hands until we pulled up in front of one of the homes. He helped me out of the car and we walked up to the front door. Before we could knock, the door flew open, revealing a willowy, dark-haired woman. Her eyes were twinkling when she saw our joined hands and she smiled widely. She was quite beautiful for an older woman.

  “Hey, Mom. This is Andi,” he greeted, introducing us. My belly fluttered with nervousness at the fact Jackson had brought me to meet his mother. I wish he would have prepared me a little better. She pulled me in for a hug and I couldn’t help but giggle at her forwardness. Jordan must get his affectionate personality from his mom.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Compton,” I laughed.

  “Oh rubbish, call me Trish. You’ll make me feel old otherwise,” she scolds me.

  I chuckle because it reminded me of Jordan yesterday.

  “Please, come inside. I just made some coffee and there’s a cobbler in the oven.” We followed her inside and I admired the way she had decorated her home. It was eccentric but warm, just like Trish. I instantly loved her. My own mother was cold and distant, so I reveled in Trish’s attention.

  She motioned for us to sit at the small table in the kitchen while she went to the oven to pull out the cobbler. From the smell of it, we were having blackberry. My mouth watered just thinking about it.

  Jackson pulled my hand into his lap and winked at me. After Trish scooped ice cream on our cobblers, she brought them to us. Jackson and I dug right in while she poured us some coffee before joining us at the table.

  “So tell me a little about yourself, Andi,” Trish said.

  I closed my eyes when I took a bite because it was absolutely heavenly. “Wow, this is delicious, Trish. Um, let’s see. I graduated from Columbia with a Bachelor’s in Architecture. I room with my two best friends, Pepper and Olive. This summer I started photographing buildings. I found it very therapeutic. And most obviously, I love food. I woke up one day recently with a new appreciation for it,” I remarked, glancing at Jackson, who was listening aptly.