Claiming Her Innocence: Alpha Ever After (Book 1)

by Kelli Walker

  “Why?” he asks, shaking his head.

  “Because I’ve never done it before,” I confess. “And I want my first time to be with someone who I...”

  I look at him. I don’t quite know how I’m intending to finish out that sentence. Someone I what? Someone I trust? Someone I love? Someone I know will do a good job with this?

  “Someone who I know is going to be discrete about all of this,” I continue. “I don’t want it turning into town gossip, and I know you’re not going to let that happen.”

  “You’re serious,” he replies, and he is still staring at me like he’s waiting for the penny to drop. I nod.

  “Totally serious,” I reply. “I want to do this. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. And I figured that you might want to help me with that.”

  I stand there before him, waiting for him to give me an answer, not sure if I have gone too far; I’m not sure if I am about to be laughed out of this place. I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me that I was crazy. I know I feel it, a little, right now, but I’m trying to push that to the back of my mind because I know that I want this more than anything else in the world. I want him. I can feel it prickling in the soles of my feet, and I know that nobody else will come close to giving me what I need from him right now.

  “I’ll do it,” he replies, finally, and I let out a breath that I didn’t even realize that I’d been holding. I feel a little flush of excitement run up my spine, and I wonder if I really just did that. If I really just brokered a deal for my virginity with my brother’s best friend.

  “Good,” I reply, and I bite my lip to contain the excitement that is already starting to rise up inside of me. “I’ll come round to your place on Saturday night, okay? I’ll see you then?”

  “I guess you will,” he replies.

  “Just make sure that you give my brother this job, that’s all I ask,” I tell him. “And then we can...uh, we can figure everything else out as we go along.”

  “Of course,” he agrees. He is talking carefully, as though he is worried that he might spook me or fuck up the offer that I have laid out in front of him if he isn’t careful.

  “See you then,” I murmur, and, before I can talk myself out of the deal that I have made, I turn on my heel and walk out of his office. As soon as I get outside, I have to fight the urge to punch the air. I really just did it. I really just did that. I have just laid down the law with the sexiest guy in town, and I know that he will be counting down the moments until he gets a chance to see me again.

  Lux

  On Saturday night, I sit in my living room, sipping on a beer, still not quite sure that this is really happening.

  I am sure that she’s going to turn up at my door and just laugh in my face for believing for a moment that she was actually going to go through with this. But she was the one who suggested it, not me. She is the one who really wants this. And I have no idea why the hell she has decided that I’m the one to take her virginity, but then again, I’m not sure that she’s thought this through.

  I hear a knock on the door, and I spring to my feet to answer it. It has to be her, and I don’t want her lingering outside my house for a moment longer than she has to. If someone sees her there, there’s all the more chance that it might get back to her brother, and I know that he will tear me a new asshole if he knows what I’ve been getting up to with his sister. Or what I’m planning to.

  “Hi,” she greets me as soon as I open the door. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, and, instead of the short-shorts and cut-off tops she wears at the bar, she’s wearing a long, flowy sundress that comes down just below her knees. Her lips are glossy and pink, and they look like ripe fruit, ready for me to bite into.

  “Come in,” I tell her, and I step aside so that she can enter my house. I have spent the day cleaning it, even though I know that she’s hardly here to check out the décor.

  “You look beautiful,” I tell her, and she glances over her shoulder at me as I close the door behind her.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs back.

  “Do you want a drink?”

  “I’m good,” she replies, and I guide her through to the living room. She sinks down onto the couch, looking around as though she’s admiring my place now that it’s right here in front of her.

  “You like it?” I ask her a little awkwardly. I don’t know what to say to her. Does she expect me to just pounce on her and start right here and now?

  “I really do,” she agrees, and she pats the seat next to her. "Hey, come here. I want to be close to you right now...”

  I sit down next to her, picking up my beer and taking another sip; she takes it from me, her glossy lips skimming over the top as she steals a drink from me.

  “You know, I could just get you your own,” I remind her, but she grins and shakes her head.

  “I think I’m good sharing with you,” she replies. Her leg is pressed against mine, and her dress has eased up a little, showing an inch of her thigh. Fuck. I’m having a hard time keeping my head on straight, but I know that I have to ask her what’s on my mind before we go any further.

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask her, and she cocks her head at me and frowns.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Are you sure about us?” I reply, restructuring the words so that they make more sense to her. “It’s your first time. Don’t you want it to be with someone you love?”

  “I feel like I’ve been waiting for the right person my whole life,” she confesses. “And I’m going to keep waiting forever if I’m not careful. I just want to know what I’m missing out on.”

  I look at her for a moment, at this gorgeous woman, and it’s hard to believe that I have really known her for as long as I have. I can’t see the old Vanessa in her. I can’t see the girl that I grew up with. I can only see the woman that I can’t get enough of. And I know that she wants me, and I can’t think of a much better way than indulging that want while she is sitting right there in front of me. She wants this. And I don’t want to deny her what she seems to need so badly.

  I lean towards her, slowly, tucking my hand under her chin, tilting her face up to look at me. She is still holding the beer, and her fingers tighten on the glass for a moment. I look into her eyes, they meet mine with a little nervousness, a little excitement. And I'm sure that she can feel everything that I can right now. I’m sure that she can sense it, too, I know that she can feel the heat between us, the heat that has been burning there since the moment that I kissed her in my office. And I’m ready. I’m ready to pick up where we left off. And I’m ready to give her everything that she wants from me.

  Slowly, I move my mouth to meet hers, closing my eyes at the last moment, tasting the sweetness of the beer mixed with her gloss on her perfect lips. She moves a little, shifting so that she is facing me, and I slide my hands down to her waist, sinking my fingers in and feeling the perfect curve of her body under the fabric of her dress. My cock is already stirring to hardness in my pants, and I know that I’m not going to be able to wait long before I take her.

  She moans softly, and I can feel the vibrations of her desire rushing from her lips to mine, telling me that this is the right thing, that this is what she wants more than anything in the world. And who am I to deny her that? As she has made clear, she is a grown-up now, a grown-ass woman with needs and wants and desires. And if she hopes that I’ll be the one to fulfill them, I’ll do everything I can to make that happen.

  I part her lips with my tongue, deepening the kiss, and pull her on to my lap. Her legs dangle over the edge of the couch, and I move my hand to her thigh, pushing up the fabric of her dress so that I can feel her firm, smooth legs beneath my touch. She is trembling slightly, but then she reaches out to put her hands on my shoulders and kisses me harder. As though she is wiping away any doubts that might have been playing at the back of her mind. She wants this. She really, really wants this...

  My hand traces up the inside of her thigh as our tongues danc
e against one another, and, when I reach her hip, I find that she has come here without any panties on beneath the dress. She is totally naked under there, I’m sure of it; I slide one hand up to her chest, and, sure enough, feel the engorged hardness of her nipple through the fabric of her dress. The knowledge that she has come down here, naked but for this dress, is enough to drive me a little crazy, and I feel my cock stirring to full hardness in my pants. I need to be inside her. But I want to make sure that she enjoys this every bit as much as I know I am going to.

  I slowly peel the dress from her body, slipping it over her shoulders, and undoing the buttons so that it falls off her arms. I trace my fingers across every bare inch of skin that I expose as I see her for the first time. This is what all those men at the bar wished that they could have caught sight of, but I am the one who gets it.

  And knowing that she is giving herself to me, that’s all that I need. I reach into my pocket to retrieve the condom that I stashed there earlier, just in case she didn’t know what to do about protection, and she takes it from me.

  “You know what you’re doing?” I ask her, and she nods.

  “I think so,” she breathes, and she reaches down for my pants and undoes the zipper slowly, and then slips her small hand down and underneath my underwear so that she can feel my cock for the first time.

  I have to catch my breath. Her fingers are warm and curious as she pushes off my jeans, and I reach down to wrap my hand around hers, to show her just what I want her to do now that she has started. She parts her lips and gasps in delight as I stroke her hand up and down over my cock, letting her feel my full hardness as I swell at her touch. Her eyes are wide as she watches me, darting from my lips to my eyes to between my legs and back again, as though she can hardly believe that this is really happening.

  I slide my hand between her legs and cup my fingers around her pussy. She is already warm and wet, and she gasps as she feels my fingers trace the outline of her entrance.

  “Please,” she moans softly, as she continues to slowly stroke me up and down, and I guide myself inside of her for the first time. She is so wet that my fingers slip in with ease. She gasps with desire, her entire body trembling for a moment as though she is just trying to make sense of the sensations that I am sending coursing through her. I kiss her again, harder this time, telling her that I am almost ready to take her. Almost ready to show her what it means to get fucked.

  She tears open the condom, and, as I coax another finger inside of her, she rolls it down over my erection. Her fingers are a little shaky, but she seems to know what she is doing. She strikes me as the kind of girl who would have practiced in advance, and I can’t hold back a little grin of amusement at the thought.

  “What are you smiling at?” she asks me.

  “You,” I murmur back. And, with that, I lift her off me and plant her down so that her legs are spread, and she is poised on my lap. I take my cock in one hand, plant the other on her hip, and slowly, slowly, slowly, I guide her down on top of me so that I can feel myself push inside her for the very first time.

  I take my time, not wanting to rush this for a moment. I look up at her face, being careful to focus on how she is reacting so that I don’t hurt her. But she seems to be enjoying every moment of this. She plants her hands on my chest for leverage and slowly lowers herself down, letting me feel the fullness of her as she envelops me for the first time. Within a few seconds, she has taken every inch of me, and she inhales sharply, as though she is just trying to wrap her head around the way that it feels.

  “You okay?” I ask her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close. She nods.

  “I’m okay,” she replies, and I bring a hand to her hip and begin to guide her back and forth, the way I like it.

  She is a little slow at first, as though she is still trying to catch on to everything that I want her to do. Still, it doesn’t take long till the pleasure of the moment echoes up and through her face, and she closes her eyes and lets it rush through her. I smile as I watch her, and smile as I take in the love written all over her face. I know that she has been made for this, whether she knows it or not. She has been made for pleasure, for desire, for me. For this moment, between the two of us. And any doubts that I might have had in my mind have long-since vanished because all I can think about is how damn good she feels on top of me right now.

  “Ah,” she gasps as she begins to move her hips this way and that. It is as though her instincts have taken over, telling her what she needs to do, how she needs to move, the way that her body responds to making love in this way. I begin to thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, letting her set the way that we do this because I don’t want to rush her. Her hands come to my shoulders, and she sinks her fingers in as though she is hanging on for dear life.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” she groans, and I take one of her hands and guide it between her legs.

  “Make it feel better,” I tell her, and she opens her eyes and looks at me for a moment.

  “What?”

  “Play with yourself,” I suggest playfully, skimming my fingers over her clit just to see the way that her body shivers with want when I touch her.

  “Oh,” she breathes back, and she moves her hand between her legs and begins to stroke herself as she moves on top of me. And, if anyone had caught sight of her in that moment, I doubt that they would have guessed for an instant that she is anything other than an experienced woman.

  She looks so perfect like that, and for a moment, I just have to lie back and watch her, take her in. I love the sight of her on top of me. Her eyes are half-open, her lips half-parted, as though there is something that she wants to say, but she doesn’t quite know how to say it. I move towards her and hold her close, wrapping my arms tight around her, pulling her in against me so that I can retake control. I can tell that she is nearing the edge, and I promise myself that I’m not going to give out until I feel her come.

  And, sure enough, it doesn’t take long before her breath takes on that ragged edge, telling me that she is near, that she is close. It’s everything I want to feel from her right now. I want to feel her come, I want to feel her push herself over the edge, I want to sense that release from her as it floods through her body. I grasp hold of her and move up into her hard, harder, again, again, and, sure enough, a moment later, I feel her body give out on top of me.

  “Ah!” she cries out, the sound loud enough that I’m sure the whole town can hear her. I feel her clench around me, and then, she stills on top of me, slumping down against me, wrapping her arms around me as though I am the only thing that is keeping her attached to the earth in that instant. I thrust up and into her one more time, and, a moment after she does, I come inside of her. I groan, the pleasure tingling all the way from the tips of my toes to the crown of my scalp.

  And I know, right there and then, that I am addicted.

  Vanessa

  As I slip my sundress back on and look over at him, I can’t help but feel a little giddy at everything we’ve just done.

  “Fuck,” Lux mutters, as though he is just trying to wrap his head around it too.

  “That good, huh?” I tease him lightly. “And here, I thought I would need to get a little practice in before I could make you look like that...”

  “No, you’re a natural,” he replies, and he reaches for me, pulling me back so that I am laying over his lap. He smooths my hair back from my face and leans down to plant a kiss on my cheek.

  Tenderness? From Lux? It is hardly what I’m prepared for, and I would be lying if I’d said that it didn’t throw me off my game a little. I had expected him to be nothing but the cool, calm, and collected guy that I have always known him to be, but maybe there’s more to him than meets the eye.

  “I think I’ll take that beer now,” I tell him. He eases himself up from underneath me, disposing of the condom as he goes, and I duck into the small bathroom next to the front door so that I can clean myself up.

  “I can�
�t believe it,” I mutter as I look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are glittering, and my whole body feels like jelly in the best way possible. It’s as though every inch of me has been set alight, but instead of pain, there’s just hopeless, hungry pleasure that I can already feel starting to burst through every inch of me.

  I really did that. I really did it. I really just lost my virginity to the hottest guy in town. I have to stem a little giggle of laughter. I don’t want to come across as too giddy right now, or else he might think that I’m getting feelings for him. And that’s the last thing I want right now.

  Of course, I feel something for him. Nothing deep, nothing serious, but I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a little flutter of something rushing through my system at that moment. I mean, I had just been with him for the very first time. I didn’t see how it got much better than that. I shared something so precious, so private, something that only he would ever get to enjoy from me. It would have been a little strange if I didn’t feel something in response to that.

  When I emerge into the living room once more, he is ready with a beer, and I take a sip at once, my throat parched.

  “Well, cheers to that,” I murmur, and I lift my bottle to his and touch the glass against his own. I can still hardly believe that I really just did that, that I really allowed myself to get swept up in everything that just happened. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  We drink our beers together, and then I know that I’m going to have to think about leaving. I don’t want to stick around any longer than I should, and I get the feeling that he’s going to want me out of there sooner rather than later.

  But, as I linger at the door, I wish that he would ask me to stay. I know it’s crazy. I know that he has his own life to live, a life that has nothing to do with me, a life that he probably doesn’t even want me to be a part of right now. But I want to spend a little more time with him. I’m craving it. Needing it. Filled with desire for it. And I know that it’s not going to last much longer if I keep hanging out here when he is standing next to the door and waiting for me to go.