7 Degrees of Alpha: a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances

by Allen, Sara

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle this time,” I promise and I crawl back onto the bed between those luscious thighs.

  “I-it’s been a little while,” she admits.

  “I’ll take care of you,” I promise, not knowing where that came from, but refuse to think about it right now. I reach into the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and remove a few condoms. I pick one up and hand it to her. “Put it on me.” As she takes the condom from me, I see the slight tremble in her hand, but she doesn’t waver. I continue to stroke my cock as she rips open the condom with her teeth. I thrust my hips forward a little when she reaches for me and rolls the condom down my shaft.

  “Shit,” I curse at the feel of her fingers on my cock. Capturing her wrists in my one hand, I push them back and I lay on top of her, positioning myself in between her legs. “Let’s make sure you’re ready for me,” I tease, as I allow the pointer finger of my other hand to feel her pussy, pushing inside ensuring its wetness.

  “Oooh, Landon,” she begs, and I know she’s ready.

  Lifting up, I position myself at her entrance and push forward until I am completely buried inside her.

  “Ahhhh,” she sighs.

  I’m too caught up in the feeling of euphoria to make any sound besides the grunt that escapes my lips. For a few seconds I just lay there, staring at her.

  “A-are...is it okay?” she asks tentatively.

  I nod. “Wrap your legs around me.” She does so and I slide even deeper inside her. Now, I have to move and begin digging in her with abandon. I stroke in and out of her and zings of pleasure shoot through my entire body. “You’re so fucking tight,” I say hoarsely into her ear, still holding her arms over her head. Her lips trail along my jaw seeking my lips, and I give her what she’s asking for. I lose myself in the feel of her lips beneath mine and my thrusting hips. I pause thrusting to swivel my hips.

  “Awww, shit!” she cries out, as she breaks away from my lips.

  “That feel good, baby?” I pant into her ear.

  “Yesss.”

  “Tell me. Tell me how good you feel,” I demand as I continue a rhythmic thrust of my hips.

  “Ahhh….oooh...Landon,” she purrs, panting. But she still hasn’t said what I need to hear.

  “Tell me!” I say forcefully as I grip her wrists tighter and use my other hand to pull her head back. “How good does it feel?” I question, now pounding into her.

  “S-sooo g-goood,” she stutters, moaning at the same time.

  I press my lips to hers once again, my tongue lashing out to duel with her tongue at the same rhythm my hips are thrusting into her below. I remove my hands from her head and wrists to hike one of her legs higher around my waist. I place the other one on the bed next to her face, framing it. I turn my hips and allow my cock to hit another corner of her pussy, and she begins crying out my name and clawing the bed sheets.

  “Oh, God! Landon!”

  “Right there, baby?” I tease, hitting that spot over and over again.

  “Yesss. Don’t stop,” she tells me, as if that was going to happen. She closes her eyes.

  “Open your eyes!” I want to look into her eyes as she feels everything I’m doing to her. I sit up slightly, pulling her legs from around my back, and push her thighs up. At first I want to see how comfortable this position is for her, but when I see her enjoying it even more, I push her legs so far back that her knees are by her damn ears. Flexible.

  She reaches around and grips her own thighs under her knees and throws her head back into the pillow.

  “Landon, I-I’m cumming!” she screams out just as her second orgasm of the night overtakes her.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it go,” I encourage, looking into her eyes as she cums. Seeing the ecstasy written all over her face combined with the clenching of her pussy muscles around my cock ignites my own orgasm, and soon I yell out.

  “Shit! Melody!” I yell and my cock empties into the condom. I don’t know how long I cum, but it feels like hours before I am finally finished and breathless on top of her. I lower her legs to the bed, and collapse my head into the crook of her neck, struggling to breathe. I lay there for long moments, when I feel her hand stroking up and down my damp back. Finally, I peel back from her and stare down into her eyes.

  “Damn,” she whispers.

  I simply nod in acknowledgement and push up to remove myself from her and stand to head toward the bathroom. I flush the condom and grab one of the cloths, run some warm water over it, and head back into the bedroom. When I return I am surprised to see she is up and has gathered her bra and panties, looking as if she is about to put them back on. I don’t think so.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask more harshly than intended.

  “I thought...I was about to get dressed.”

  “No, you aren’t,” I reply, removing the panties and bra from her hands before tossing them back on the floor where they will remain for the rest of the night.

  “Lay back,” I tell her.

  “Landon, you don’t have to—”

  “Lay back,” I say again, giving her that look letting her know I was not compromising.

  She does and I use the damp cloth to massage and cleanse her sensitive folds, before tossing it on the nightstand. I get back on the bed next to her.

  “I am nowhere near done with this body,” I say letting my hand travel down the length of her body while staring in her eyes. The night is still young, and I plan on getting a lot more pleasure from her body.

  ****

  Melody

  The first thing I feel when I wake up is the cool air-conditioned air kissing my naked body. The second thing I feel is the squeezing of my lungs from something wrapped tightly around my waist. I have to blink a few times to remember where I am. Then it hits me, and memories of last night come flooding back.

  “Mmm,” I sigh, remembering the way Landon had made me feel and the many orgasms he’d brought me to. It may have been a little while, but I’ve never had sex like that before. The closest was my most recent ex, and well, he’s not worth mentioning for other reasons. The third thing I feel is the urge to relieve my bladder. As I attempt to get up to make my way to the bathroom, the vice around my waist tightens.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” A gruff, sleep-filled voice asks, and I instantly begin to feel wetness down below.

  I can’t believe my body’s reaction to this man. We couldn’t have fallen asleep more than three hours ago after he’d given me a mind-blowing seven orgasms. I practically had to beg him to let me sleep before I passed out, and here I am once again ready for another round. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I whisper.

  He sighs and slowly, somewhat reluctantly loosens his grip as if he doesn’t want me to go. “Hurry back,” he tells me, smacking my ass.

  I smile, remembering the night before when he spanked me while we were doing it doggy-style. I might not be able to sit right for the next few days, but dammit if it didn’t feel good. I quickly climb out of bed and hurry to the bathroom to do my business, not wanting to leave this man’s bed for too long. I have no idea of the protocol for one-night stands. I meant what I’d said the previous night about not usually doing things like this. But if he’s down for another round, then so am I.

  Entering the bedroom once again, I see his big body sprawled out on the bed, his eyes closed as if he’s fallen back asleep. I examine him from head to toe. His body is straight off the pages of some fitness magazine. He’s not extremely bulky, but he is built. He’s very fit. For the first time, I notice a lion’s head with a series of roman numerals under it tattooed along the left side of his ribs. I make out the numbers, forty-six, forty-eight, and forty-nine. I wonder what those numbers mean before going back to his face. Not for the first time, I think his face is familiar for some reason. I know I’ve never met him before yesterday. I would have remembered meeting Landon. He has a presence about him that is unforgettable. It’s as if he is used to giving out o
rders and expects others to follow them.

  “Are you just going to stand there or are you getting back in bed?” his gruff voice asks, with his eyes still closed.

  It startles me, and my nipples tighten at the sound of his voice. It is at that moment that I realize I am butt-ass naked. Before I can even move a muscle, a long arm reaches out, snakes my waist, and pulls me down on to the bed.

  “Never mind. I made the decision for you,” he tells me, looking down at me.

  “I was just admiring the piece of artwork that is your body,” I admit honestly.

  He chuckles before flipping me on my back and hovering over me. “And I want to do more than admire your body. I want to taste it,” he says slyly before slipping down to position his head at the apex of my thighs. My breath hitches at the first touch of his tongue to my clit.

  “Ahhh,” I purr as he works his magic on my pussy, causing sensations of pleasure to trickle up my spine and surge through the rest of my body. Before I know it, my fingers are curled into the sheets tightly, as his hands grip my thighs pulling me closer to his mouth. I bite my lip, trying not to call out, but Landon has other plans.

  “Oh no, darlin’. I want to hear you scream,” he says before putting his whole mouth on my pussy again. He feathers his tongue over my swollen clit at a rapid pace and then sucks it into his mouth.

  “Shit,” I cry out, unable to hold my moans in any longer. He circles my clit with his tongue over and over, and soon my thighs are trembling. I thrust my hips in his face even more, digging my fingers into the mattress and let out a loud wail as my orgasm takes hold of me.

  “Thanks for my breakfast,” he says as he now hovers over me once again.

  I smile brightly. “God damn, you’re good at that,” I say on a faint sigh.

  He smiles and stares down at me as if solving a puzzle. He’s done this a few times. The first being the day before at the pool. A few heartbeats pass, us just staring at one another, before he speaks. “What are your plans today?”

  I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t know what I was expecting. Perhaps, he would quickly escort me to the door after thanking me for giving it up so easily last night, maybe.

  I try to remember my plans for the day, while his piercing gaze is on me.

  “Um, I didn’t have any specific plans. Maybe a trek to the beach and a walk around Old San Juan,” I say shrugging. It was true. Lina is working, so that means I’m on my own mostly during the day, which is fine by me. I tend to be a loner anyway. I came to this island to relax and nothing sounded more relaxing than catching some rays on the beach and doing a little sightseeing. I planned on buying some souvenirs to send to my parents, but that was it for the day.

  “Spend the day with me,” he tells me.

  My eyes widen in disbelief. Did my one night stand just ask me to spend the day with him?

  Curious I ask, “What did you have in mind?”

  “First, I plan on sampling some more of this pussy,” he growls, as his hand cups me. I gasp in shock, not used to having a man be so sexually explicit. “Then, we can have breakfast here before heading to the pool for a little while, before we go paddleboarding in Velauno. Have you ever been?”

  I shake my head, remembering when Lina told me about paddleboarding in the nearby lagoon.

  “You can’t come to Condado and not paddleboard. It’s settled.”

  “Wait I—”

  He cuts off any protest I might give with a hard kiss. I feel a shift in the bed and open my eyes to see he has reached over to the nightstand for another condom, without breaking the kiss. With deft movements, he dons the condom, and is pushing into me before I can take another breath. “First...” he pauses to let out a groan. “…things…” he pushes into the hilt and we both moan. “...first,” he finishes as he begins thrusting in and out of me, while intertwining his fingers in my hair.

  Forty-five minutes later, we finally emerge from bed and he pulls me into the shower. After another mind-blowing orgasm under the warm water spray, I put on my romper from the night before while Landon throws on his swim trunks and a white t-shirt. He prepares a breakfast of scrambled eggs, freshly cut mangoes, bacon and bagels. It’s delicious. Either that or I’m extremely hungry, but can you blame me? We had worked up quite an appetite during the night.

  After breakfast, he walks me over to the building I am staying in and up to the one-bedroom condo. It belongs to Lina’s family. They usually rent it out, but she was allowing me stay in it for free these two weeks. When I told her I didn’t want to stop her family from making money by renting out the condo and that I could just stay in her spare bedroom, she waved me off, telling me she wanted me to have privacy in case I had any visitors. My best friend was well aware of my non-existent sex life in the last few months, and she was determined to help me fix it, which is why she was all gung-ho when she saw me with Landon last night.

  “Make sure you wear the red bathing suit,” Landon calls out as I head to my bedroom. We’ve decided to go paddleboarding first and then come back to lie out and relax on the beach later that evening. I make quick work of changing into the red, high-waist bikini I’d worn to the pool the day before, and throw on a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a white halter top that ties around the back of my neck. I put my braids up in a ponytail, slip my feet into tan and gold thong sandals and head out the door.

  While on the way to the lagoon I ask Landon if he’s ever been paddleboarding, and he tells me he’s done it before here and a number of other places. When we arrive at the lagoon, an instructor is already waiting for us, and gives us a private lesson. I know this is more for my benefit than Landon’s. He’s rented two boards, paddles, and life vests. When I go to pull out my wallet to pay for half of the lesson, Landon’s hand grips mine, and he looks at me sternly as if I’ve just insulted his mama.

  “This is on me,” he says looking in my eye almost daring me to protest.

  I decide to let him take this one. I am on vacation, right? The rest of our time at the lagoon is full of laughter and fun. The view is breathtaking, and the skies are a magnificent, vibrant blue. From the lagoon we can see the San Juan skyline, but that view paled in comparison to Landon. Did I mention that this man is gorgeous? His body looks as if it was carved from granite by Michelangelo himself. His strong arms—the same ones that had no problems lifting me into all types of positions last night—glistens from the water of the lagoon. I can’t help but watch this man as he uses his paddle to easily glide his board through the water. His muscles bulge and bunch with each movement. I lick my lips as I stare at him while trying to make sure I keep my own board afloat. I look up to see his baby blues on me, a knowing smirk on his face. I lower my lids to hide my lust-filled gaze. The rest of our time at the lagoon I find myself stealing looks in his direction, only to find his gaze already on me.

  ****

  He holds the door open, and as he helps me into the passenger seat, he asks, “Did you enjoy it?”

  I nod in response, before telling him, “It was so much fun. I can’t believe this is my third time here and I just did it now for the first time,” I say.

  “Maybe you just needed the right person to enjoy it with.” His low voice is thick with an unidentifiable emotion.

  “I know you said you wanted to do some sightseeing in Old San Juan. Do you want to change and head over there? We can find someplace to eat, and you can pick up some souvenirs.”

  “That sounds like a terrific idea,” I reply, loving that idea.

  We head back to his condo where he changes into a pair of khaki shorts, dark sports shoes, and a white shirt. He looks relaxed yet ready to step off the pages of a men’s fashion magazine. Next we head to my condo where I take a quick shower and change into a purple sundress with a halter top. I style my braids into a high bun, put on a pair of gold dangly earrings, and some pink lip gloss. I opt to wear the same sandals from earlier. I assume we’ll be doing some walking around town tonight.

  “I’m ready!” I
call out as I re-enter the living room.

  Landon lowers his cell phone and rises, his eyes slowly roving over my entire body. His gaze is so intense it feels as if he is touching me even though he’s on the other side of the room.

  “Me too,” he says with promise in his voice.

  I know he’s not just referring to going out for the evening. I lower my eyes to his crotch, and the slight bulge tells me I’m right. I smile. This is the reaction I was going for.

  “Come here,” he commands in that tone that leaves little room for defiance.

  On their own accord, my feet move toward him. He wraps his arm around my waist.

  “I sure hope you have more lip gloss, ‘cause this coat is coming off,” he promises, just before lowering his lips to mine in another soul-touching kiss. This man’s mouth is undeniable. He reaches down and cups my ass cheeks. Pulling back he has a look of surprise mixed with lust.

  “You’re not wearing underwear?”

  “A thong.”

  “Shit,” he groans in that panty-wetting tone. “We better hurry up and eat. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

  “Or I, you,” I say raising an eyebrow saucily before turning toward the door.

  Smack. His hand connects with my backside.

  “Don’t tease a slumbering bear, darlin’,” he warns.

  I giggle as I open the door for us to leave.

  Once we arrive in Old San Juan we start at one street that is lined with a bunch of different shops that hold artwork, souvenirs, and clothing. I tell Landon that I’m shopping for gifts for my parents and some for my students.