Alpha Douchebag: The Virgin: Gabriel & Willow duet #2 (Alpha Douchebags of Grifton Falls University)

by S. N. Garza

  She hums, squeezes me tight and whispers, “Does it always feel this good?”

  The soft feminine sound whispers over my chest and her fingers play with the class ring on the leather strap around my neck. Circling her finger over it, then up the strap and onto my collarbone. Gently brushing up my neck and over my beard before tracing her finger over my lips.

  “Between us it'll only get better.”

  She hums, settles in and says, “Can I sleep a little longer? It’s still early.”

  I look over and see it’s barely five in the morning.

  “Sleep, baby. We’re not going anywhere today. Just me and you.”

  “Will you stay and sleep with me too instead of going out for your usual run?”

  “What did I say, Willow? Besides, you’ll be lucky if I let you out this bed, woman.”

  I kiss her temple and close my eyes once more.

  Five

  Willow

  He looks so peaceful this way. One hand beneath his head, the other wrapped around me. There’s no intense crunch to his brow. No brooding stare.

  How many times did we have sex last night? This morning?

  Two? Three? I lost count. My vagina feels wet and a little sore, but I figured as many times we went at it, it’s to be expected. And with how many times we did it; is that even normal?

  I’m not complaining. Last night was all… magical and vibrant and I’ve never come like that before. Gabriel always makes sure I reach satisfaction first when we fool around, and the sex we shared is no different. Watching as he reached satisfaction the last time, he looked incredibly sexy. He must have moved us during the last few hours because we’re covered by his comforter and sheets.

  Telling him my true feelings had been on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn’t say it. I’m sure he’s heard it dozens of times before from girls after he… fucks them.

  Is that what we did? Technically, yes, it is, but he did say it’s different with me. I want to ask him how it’s different. But what if his different means something other than making love? To me, it’s what we shared.

  I should wait… yeah.

  It would be for the best. Just in case he meant something different because he waited so long for me to give it up. Which makes my eyes burn because I know what I feel. I love him.

  I’ve only known him for about three months, and I gave him something I can never take back. I don’t regret it.

  I was with Pete for almost three years, known him most my life and I didn’t give him more than kisses and a few forbidden touches. And only on my boobs. He’s never touched me between my legs.

  Gabriel is a force to be reckoned with. And if all we had was just sex, then I really am as naive as Uncle Luke says I am.

  “Willow? You okay, baby?”

  Dang it! I breathe in and a sniffle stutters through.

  He turns his head, noticing I’m becoming a watery mess and pushes up until he’s lying half over me, leaning his head on one hand and the other is cupping my cheek, where he wipes a tear away. Concern riddling his expression.

  “Jesus Christ, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  Did he hurt me? Not yet. And that one stupid thought produces more tears because everything we just shared was beautiful and magical. Something I want to repeat too, but if this is just sex—meaningless fun—to him, I might have to kill him. I shake my head no because it’s the only thing I can do without wanting to sob and get over dramatic.

  “Dammit, Willow. What’s wrong?”

  Sniffling again, I whisper, “Don’t make me regret this.”

  He jerks back, shocked. His eyes roam over what I know to be a red face, and the tears are free falling down my cheeks now because dang it, I don’t want to be just some bitch to him.

  This long, drawn out sigh escapes his lips and he pushes me further onto my back and comes over me. His naked body presses firmly into mine. And he’s hard. I can’t help the gasp that releases from my lips. We had sex just a few hours ago. How can he be ready already?

  “It’s morning wood, Willow. Although your naked body surely plays a big part.”

  A laugh stumbles from my lips and I reach up and wipe away the tears.

  “Thanks, I think.”

  “You won’t regret it. And I won’t take what you gave me for granted.”

  “I easily gave—

  “Easily?” His knee easily spreads my legs enough for him to slip more in between mine and I feel him right there. Right where I want him to be.

  Does my desire for him make me a total harlot? I want to feel the pleasure he gave again. His mouth dips to my jaw and trails soft, butterfly kisses down my neck, and up to my ear.

  “Easily would have been me fucking you the first time I got you alone. Bitches give it up faster than a bullet if they think they’ll be the ones to change me.”

  “Is that what I did? Change you?”

  He rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Not really. And if you recall, I’ve never once called you a bitch either, Willow.”

  “Your friends do. Ragan does.” His fingers climb into my hair and gently massage my scalp. “Oh, that feels good.”

  “I know it does, baby. Answer me this though. Who is in this bed?”

  “You.”

  “And?”

  “Me.”

  “There you have it. The only two people that fucking matter, Willow. I call Ragan a bitch, but that’s because she can be one also. But she’s Lock’s too.”

  “They’re aren’t together.”

  Gabriel snorts, shakes his head, and presses another patch of kisses back down and over my collarbone. Licking around my nipple, he sucks hard, making me gasp.

  “Gabriel!” He hums, lets go, and looks into my gaze.

  “She’s his though. Just as you’re mine. If anyone outside the AD’s ever calls you that, they’ll be met with eight hungry fists. And the guys know you’re not like that. You’re not like them. They know if they ever speak to you with disrespect, they’ll answer to me. But you did cook for them. I’m pretty sure they’ll be fawning all over you once you do it again.”

  “Ah… that’s it. Want me just for my cooking, huh?”

  The smirk lifting on his lips is cheeky and sexy before he takes my other nipple, lavishing the same attention to it as he did the other one. I think he’s going to push in, give me more pleasure, when he slowly lets go and pulls me to my side as he falls to his.

  This serious, no nonsense expression mars his face, but his hand is traveling up and down my side, tracing over my curves, causing goosebumps to spring from my skin. His eyes are on his fingers, and he seems lost in thought. I’m about to open my mouth when he speaks.

  “I come from faithless people, Willow. I don’t deserve you.” His eyes shoot to mine with a fierceness and intensity that has me holding my breath. “But dammit, baby. I want to be the man that earns you. To know everything about you. To be the only one you see.”

  I love how he wants to be the only one for me, but it has to go both ways. “Then what was last night? Why was that chick all over you? We... last night I gave you something I can’t ever have back. If it’s just another notch—

  “You’re not a notch, Willow. Never. And I’m...” he grits his jaw, closes his eyes as if it’s taking a lot out of him to apologize, even though he apologized last night. And I understand, he’s never had to apologize for anything in his life. I reach up, cup his jaw and his eyes fly open. The green in them makes me feel like I’m drowning in an ocean.

  “Gabriel—

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you. I don’t have a good enough excuse for doing what I did.”

  He doesn’t say anything else. Instead he looks off somewhere and I have a suspicion, and while I’m scared to bring it up when we’re like this, I have to know.

  “What really happened with your father, Gabriel?”

  His jaw tightens as if showing me his irritation is going to keep me away from asking the tough questions. Which it doesn’
t.

  “Gabriel, are you an adult?”

  His gaze finds mine and the glare should intimidate me, but it doesn’t. I raise my brow and a yes slips past his tight-lipped mouth. There’re secrets in his eyes that were not there before a few days ago and while he told me there are things he can’t tell me about his visit with his father, still.

  “Then what is it?

  “I don’t want you anywhere near my father, Willow.”

  That takes me by surprise. The few times I’ve encountered his father, he’s been cordial, yet there’s something hidden behind his green eyes I can’t explain. There’s pain, yet bitterness and then at my game I could have sworn before I mouthed ‘coward’ to him, there was pride also. I don’t understand. But the look in Gabriel’s eyes tells me there’s something else. Something more.

  And I trust that. I’m curious as hell, but I trust him.

  “Do you think he’ll do something?”

  “Yes.” The fact he doesn’t hesitate in answering has my breath shortening.

  “Gabriel—

  “Shh… It’s okay.” He leans in, kisses me sweetly, then slowly adds more pressure until he’s the only thing occupying my mind.

  He can do that. So easily. And once again, he pushes me onto my back and climbs over me, sending this spiral of need to swirl within my veins, creating this havoc to burn low in my stomach. I feel his hard cock right there where he’s filled me half the night and I’m caught in the storm he’s creating. I voluntarily open my legs wider, giving him easy entrance to my vagina.

  His lips leave mine as a groan splits from his lips. He leaves a wet trail down to my neck. I feel his teeth scrape across my throat just as he shunts deep, filling me until I feel him in my stomach. He grunts, shifting his hips against me in short, quick bursts. “Willow. Yes, baby. Take it. So sweet and wet for me.”

  My hands thread through his thick black hair until I’m pulling him closer. My legs wrap around beneath his behind, holding on as I move with him. His hips pump strong and hard into me like he’s drunk on the need to have me. To push deeper. To take me without mercy.

  “Gabriel!” My voice is breaking; my body is climbing to its summit and I’m ready to erupt.

  One of his hands is on my ass, lifting me higher and I squeeze my inner muscles, causing him to jerk and groan.

  “Yeah, baby. Keep doing that. Feels good. You feel so good, baby. Like how that feels? Me so deep inside you?”

  “Yes. More, Gus. Please.” I pull on his hair, hard, when he hits a sensitive spot that I’m really starting to like.

  Maybe I should do or say something equally as hot, but all I can do is hold on desperately.

  Wanting more.

  Needing more.

  So much more.

  But instead of rapidly moving inside me, he slows down. It’s like time stops.

  My gaze finds his right on mine, waiting.

  “I’ll never let you regret this. Don’t ever regret me, Willow. I don’t… I’ve wanted…no. Wanted is such a paltry word. I’ve needed you for longer than I’ve ever hoped to dream of. I’m never letting you go. Never… you’re mine. I’ll never left you go, Willow. I don’t give a shit how that makes me sound. You just… fill a hole I never thought was empty. I will protect you. Just… stay with me, baby. Trust me.”

  “I do, Gabriel. But you also have to trust me.” I reach down and cup his face in my hands, stroking his beard with my fingers. Letting the coarse hair tickle my fingers. “Trust me, Gabriel. Your secrets are safe here.” I let go to tap my heart. “I would have never gone with you last night if I didn't trust you. If I didn’t believe in…,” I stop because I’m getting too far ahead of myself.

  I close my eyes, hoping I’m not revealing too much. I knew once I saw him with that other girl and I started crying, what I felt for him is real. Maybe I want too much from him. And not knowing if he is ever going to let me in cuts a hole deeper than I ever thought it could. And he has to let me in. I gave him the most sacred part of me that I wanted to give to the man I planned on spending the rest of my life with. I mean, maybe I gave in too easily, but… I wanted to give Gabriel all of me, because…

  I’m desperately, hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.

  Breathe. Just breathe, Willow.

  “Believe in what, Willow?”

  I look up into his green eyes and there’s a hidden vulnerability in them I remember seeing the night I cooked for him and his friends. As if I’m just going to go up in a cloud of smoke. And I don’t want him to worry I’ll ever leave him. Because I don’t ever want to.

  “Believe in you. In this. In us.”

  A look of surprise comes over his face, as if having someone believing in him is so shocking. I lift up and let his mind get distracted with my body once again.

  I love feeling him inside me. I don’t know how I lasted this long. I smile at that thought, knowing I wanted to wait, but now I’ve experienced it, I want to keep experiencing it every chance I get. I’ve never felt so good.

  “What’s that smile for, Willow?”

  “I really like this. I don’t know why I waited so long.”

  “You were waiting for the right man, Willow.”

  “Is that so? I was with Pete for three years and with you, barely three months and I’m already—

  “Don’t go there. This is right.” He withdraws, only to thrust back in, and we both groan with satisfaction. “This feels so right.”

  Luckily, he took the hint I gave him, and he starts moving languidly inside me. As if he has all the time in the world now. Like he put something to rest as he takes me like an unhurried lover. Reveling in every second.

  Everything about this feels so right. I bite my lip and almost want to cry again. Because yeah, I’ve never felt like this before.

  “Hold on, Willow.” I do as he says as he dips his head low to my collarbone, then up—he can’t really get to my breasts while having sex because he’s so much bigger than I am. Broader, wider, and longer. We learned last night when he tried to reach my breasts but couldn’t. I couldn’t help laughing then and I can’t help it now. He knows this when I hear him growl against my neck. “Keep it up, Mason. I know why you’re laughing. I can’t help you're so petite.”

  Before I can say another word, his body pushes off mine and he’s taking his strokes to a higher tempo. Plunging into me like a man starved. His strokes become more heated. Stronger. Faster. Harder. He’s grunting against my ear like he can’t push inside me hard enough. And all I can do is hold on to him and hope I reach that high all over again.

  “So fucking tight, baby. You feel so good, Willow. Like a chokehold. Squeezing the life right out of my dick, baby. God, yes. So good, Willow. Tell me how good it feels.”

  “Really good, Gabriel. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  “Not on your life, Willow. Can’t stop now. Never want to stop. I want to feel everything you got. Let go for me, baby. All that sweet cream milking my cock. Fuck! Squeeze my dick like that. That’s it. I feel it. You’re close, baby. Your pussy is choking my dick. Let me feel it. I want it all. Come for me, Willow. Come all over my cock, baby.”

  “Gabriel, you… I feel like I’m about to shatter.” My voice is breaking as I try to reach for release again.

  “Then fucking shatter, Willow. I’ll pick up the pieces, I swear. Just let go, baby. I got you. Always.”

  And I do. Everything has built up to this cusp and then my body explodes into a billion pieces. White-light sparks behind my lids.

  I groan out his name. And my nails rake down his shoulders, causing him to hiss.

  “Fuck yeah, Willow. Good girl. Let me have it all.”

  His thrusts quicken, he leans down on his elbows, and his hands dive into my hair as he pounds into my body relentlessly. I’ve never… oh, God. I don't know how much more I can take. I’m splintering. I hold my breath and hold on until I can’t take any more. I need him to finish. To stop. My body feels like it’s winding up tight. Then fiery
heat spreads between my legs as everything falls away. He groans, curses, and jackknifes into me with harder pressure pushing between my legs. I love it, but no way is this normal. I mean, how would I know?

  “Is this… normal?” My voice is short and quick, but I need to know.

  “What?” His voice is strained, his control is slipping.

  “Having sex so many times? I don’t know how much more… Oh, fuck. Gabriel, please.”

  And my eyes burn with tears, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to stop. I want him to give me everything. It feels so incredible.

  “You sore, Willow?” His grunts are guttural against my ear as he slams home. Taking. Breaking. Devastating.

  I shake my head and stutter, “No, no… I don’t think so.”

  “Then fucking shut up and let me come.”

  Before I can protest, his lips are on mine, frantically taking my breath away and then he grunts, curses and heat fills me.

  This look of complete agony and pleasure mars his face.

  Mouth agape.

  Eyes shut.

  Jaw tight.

  He looks like some savage rogue pirate. And I jerk, holding in my laugh since that sounds ridiculous and funny, but it’s so true. He looks so sexy like this.

  His eyes fly open and he tries to keep himself in check. He did just finish after all, but I can’t help it. He looks so savage and so sexy.

  “What?”

  “I like the way you look when you finish. You look like a pirate. All wild and sexy.” I shake my head, close my eyes because I know how dumb I sound.

  And then he does the sweetest thing. I feel his lips on my jaw. My cheek. My eyelids. My temple. I open my eyes and he looks content. At ease and at peace. He’s so perfect like this.

  “Good morning, Gabriel.”

  He stills, lifts a brow and then his shoulders start shaking. Then this loud, raucous laughter fills the air. “Good morning, indeed. If this is how it feels every morning, I might not let you ever leave. And don’t expect me to get a parrot and say arg, matey.”