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

by S. N. Garza

  I grab his cock and mine around the heads and pull on them. He gasps, and he swells in my hand.

  I take his lobe between my lips, pulling, tugging. Soon, I feel his knuckles graze and sensually caress against that hot spot beneath my sac and rectum again and he whispers, “Come for me, Alann. Now.”

  His words alone have me doing just that and my balls draw up tight as cum shoots out of my cockhead and onto my hand just as he does the same.

  We’re both breathing hard, panting, struggling for breath.

  “Better?” He asks huskily against my ear.

  I nod, not even able to respond. “Better than I have in a long time. Or ever. Goddamn, Luke. I thought old guys didn’t have stamina.” I smile against his neck as I pepper warm, soft wet kisses to his neck.

  “I’m only thirty-six, Alann. Trust me, soon you’ll be learning to keep up with me.”

  “Learning? Over this weekend or longer?” Yeah, I’m curious to see what he’ll say. Is this just a weekend fuck-sesh? Or does he mean to go on as something more? I don’t really like the idea of being some one-weekend stand for someone. But I’m also not sure if I’m ready to try for more.

  “Longer, Alann. I would have never put my mouth near your dick if I hadn’t been thinking about it as long as I have and want to go forward and see what happens.”

  I push up. Thinking. See what happens? He lifts, scoots back on the bed until he’s leaning against the frame. He fixes his sweatpants back over his middle and crooks his finger, telling me to come sit with him.

  “If you want, I put a pair of sweatpants on the bench, just there.” He points to the end of the bed and I pull on the sweatpants, grab my shirt and wipe up my stomach before climbing in the bed next to him, not sure what to do. “I told you to come here.”

  I look over to him and see he’s expecting me to get on his lap. “Are you serious?” I’ve never sat on a guy’s lap before. Outside of being the one to get on top of him, or getting on top of a guy during play, just sitting on a guy’s lap in soft lighting and just relaxing, well… it’s so… domestic.

  The blue in his eyes are encouraging along with the soft, languid smile. Luke reaches over and cups the back of my neck. “Yes. I’m serious.”

  He gently presses the back of my neck and I’m moving forward, straddling his lap.

  My heart is racing in my chest. I’ve never been intimate in this way. Just face to face, being intimate and cozy with someone. Fucking snuggling. I’ve never been fond of it.

  “Are you uncomfortable?”

  I grit my jaw, not really sure, but I don’t want to disappoint him either. “No.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Alann. It’s unbecoming.”

  “Yes. God, yes. This is fucking weird. Fuck, bro. It’s super weird. I’ve never once in my life done anything like this. I don’t really do downtime.”

  His hands reach up and cup my neck, softly brushing back and forth over the scruff of my jaw. “Don’t call me that, please. And breathe. It’s just you and me right here, right now. It’s no one’s business what we do in the privacy of a bedroom. I want you to be relaxed.”

  “Does it look like I’m relaxed?” I can’t help the way anxiety rushes through my veins.

  “Shh… it’s okay. Just… sit down. Tell me about what happened today. What made you need to leave?”

  And once I started, I didn’t stop. It poured out of me like word vomit. Everything that happened from the first phone call Justin did all the way up to driving Willow here. “I’m not ashamed of being gay. I don’t feel like I’m lost. I just… I’m a very private person, Luke. My father is a very prominent pillar in the community. Being Grifton Falls Hospital’s Chief Executive Officer is a very serious responsibility. And when I didn’t go into the health care profession like he wanted, that was one notch. Another being when he tried marrying me at twenty-one with this chick who had no clue what was going on. Just baa’d and followed along like the sheep she was and now this? I haven’t looked at my phone and the anxiety riddling through my veins right now is at an all-time high. Fuck. Sorry. I just…

  “Needed someone to listen. Alann, I’m listening.” He pulls me in, brushes his lips over mine and when his tongue strokes over my lips, I open, and he steals my breath. When we let go, our eyes meet. And yeah, I feel that all the way to my bones. “I’ll always listen.”

  “How did you know you weren’t… how did you know you didn’t want women? Did your family—

  I shut up, hoping my insecurities aren’t showing. I don’t think he’s going to tell me when he doesn’t say anything, and I feel fucking stupid for even asking.

  “Nevermind. It’s not—

  “I was about fourteen. My parents at first weren’t supportive. Jack was. He was always my champion, but he was like that. Because of him, I learned not to be ashamed. Yes, it is a very private thing. I understand. I get you, Alann. My parents now don’t care as long as I’m happy. But then I haven’t been in a relationship since I was twenty-three.”

  “Did you love him? Why didn’t your parents raise Willow?”

  “I want to believe I did. But when Jack and Susan died and there was no other choice who was going to raise Willow—my parents didn’t like Susan. They wanted someone very different for my brother and while they tried to love Willow, they supposedly believed they were too old to be raising a little girl. I took her in. She was Jack’s little girl. No way was I going to let anyone else take care of her. When I explained it to Paul, he didn’t want,” Luke grits his teeth, his jaw tightening. “Didn’t want the baggage. I thought we—but when I confronted him, his parents were there and had no idea he was gay. They didn’t take it very well. So that’s that. I left the force and became a private investigator. I didn’t want Willow growing up like that. People whispering and hatred pouring out of them. Making fun of her for having a gay uncle. So, I kept my sexuality private. I get what I need when I need it, but nothing that lasts. While I’m not old, I’m not young like you, Alann. I don’t do theatrics. I don’t do drama. I’ve very low key. I can do private, Alann. Just no closet.”

  Is he trying to tell me something? I mean, outside of the one time we met, this is… honestly, I don’t care. I like this. Talking to someone who understands. Maybe… maybe finally having someone I can talk to.

  And the rest of the night we talk. About anything and everything. I fall asleep feeling better than I have in a long ass time.

  I look at Luke and see… possibilities.

  Sixteen

  Willow

  God, it’s so terribly hot. Then I feel a hand on my behind, squeezing, kneading… then slipping in between my legs and I feel a finger slip inside me.

  “Mmmm… yes, please.”

  “Fuck, you have such a wet little kitty, fairy-girl. And this ass,” he pulls his fingers out and squeezes my behind before going back between my legs.

  “Gabriel… you did an awful lot to me last night.”

  And he had, after all the love we made last night, we slept and he woke me up shortly after, kissing down my shoulder blades, my spine, causing a tingle to cascade throughout my entire body. He did all that before lifting my hips up enough for him to shove his face underneath me and putting my vagina right on his face. That had been something new. And amazing. Unexpected.

  “I know I did. I love giving you pleasure, Willow. It pleases me greatly.” I feel his mouth against my ear, pulling my lobe between his lips.

  A smile lifts on my face when he pulls his finger out then pushes two back in. “Oh, Gus.”

  “You sore, baby?”

  “If I said yes?”

  He snickers, “I’ll be gentle. Like this, okay, baby? So soft and slow.” He withdraws his fingers and pulls at my hips until I’m lying on my side. He lifts my leg and I feel the tip of his erection at my entrance and he shunts deep in one slow push. I smash my face into my pillow and groan. Oh, God. He’s going to kill me. I never thought I’d be so sexually active when I finally made it this far, but ev
ery time with Gabriel, I feel hungrier. Needier. More desperate than I’ve ever felt. His hand slowly caresses from my hip, softly whispering over my stomach, causing a tingling ripple to surge through my body. I squeeze my inner muscles tight, causing him to groan.

  “God, baby. I love feeling you. And not just here.” He thrusts upward, gently. “Touching you. Being so close to you. I’m never giving you up. I promise. You mean everything to me, Willow.”

  His head presses against the back of mine as he takes his time. I feel every inch of him slowly igniting the cells in my body. When his hand crawls up my torso and he grabs my breast, cupping and squeezing, pulling and tugging at my hardened nipple, I feel my body give in to him. I love giving in to him.

  He pulls my hair away from my neck and I feel his mouth there, kissing, sucking…

  “So do you, Gus. Everything. You’re everything to me.”

  His hand leaves my breast, crawls up my arm until he slips his fingers through mine, curling his fingers and he quickens his tempo. I feel close. Ready to combust.

  This can’t be wrong. Being with him… one little fight, stupid at that, doesn’t mean anything when I know this feels so right. This doesn’t feel like a passing fancy. To either of us. I don’t feel shame or guilt giving him everything. And tears burn in my eyes.

  Which of course, he notices. “Willow? You okay?” I can’t help the sniffle I breathe in and he jerks away, pressing on my shoulder until I’m looking up into eyes I always get lost in. “What’s wrong?”

  I bite my lip, let his hand go and reach for his cheek. “Absolutely nothing. I love you, that’s all.”

  “And that makes you cry?” He looks confused, but it’s not it at all. Loving him makes everything perfect.

  “No. I’m just really happy. I’m sorry I left last night.”

  His shoulders instantly relax. “Last night was a million years ago, Willow. That fight doesn’t define what we are. I’m here. You’re here. And nothing else matters.” His nose swishes back and forth against mine before his lips kiss mine once, twice, and then I’m opening for him. His mouth grows in intensity to match his strokes and everything fades until I implode, and I feel him come undone behind me.

  He’s holding me close, and his warm body feels better than any blanket I’ve ever used.

  “Good morning, baby.”

  A laugh springs from my lips. “Ha. Yeah. Good morning, Gus.”

  I turn to look at the clocking, knowing it can’t be that late, but when my eyes see the time, I jerk up.

  “Oh, my God! Gabriel! Your game start starts in three hours!” I shove back the sheets and start to push out when his arm snakes around my body and pulls me roughly back in the bed.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “We need to leave! You can make the second half if we leave now.”

  “Baby, I’m not worried about the game.”

  “Gabriel, I’m not going to be the reason you missed out on an opportunity because I decided to leave town.” And once more I try and get back up.

  Gruffly grunting, he yanks me to my back and climbs over me.

  “I don’t give a fuck about some game. What did I just tell you?”

  “But—

  “No buts, baby. They’ll be fine without me.”

  “Gabriel.”

  “Nope. There’s no place else I’d rather be than right where I’m at, baby.”

  Then… to my utter and total embarrassment, my stomach grumbles. Gabriel laughs and I reach over and smack his shoulder. “It’s not nice to laugh. I am hungry.”

  “So am I.”

  I see the lascivious glint in his gaze, and I laugh, rolling out of bed before he can pull me back down again.

  “Nope. If we’re not going to try and make it home, it’s time to get up and have breakfast.” I walk backward, naked, so I cover up my lady bits, and he just rolls his eyes.

  “I know what your pussy looks like, Willow.”

  “Must you call it that right now?”

  And in a dead-pan, flat expression, he says, “Okay. I have intimate knowledge of your vagina.”

  My hand smacks my forehead as I shake with laughter. “Okay. Get up. Get dressed. If we’re not leaving, we're staying the weekend, Gabriel.”

  “Fine with me, fairy-girl.”

  I pull out clothes and get dressed as he stands up, long and proud. “Jesus. Do you stay aroused?”

  His eyes roam over my body with leisure and lust and when our eyes meet, his nose curls and his mouth tips in a smirk “Around you? Hell, yes. Aren’t you going to put on a bra?”

  I look down and see nothing wrong with just the black shirt and leggings I pull out. “No. I’m not going anywhere right now. And we’re about to go downstairs. Pull yourself together.”

  I'm pulling on a pair of leggings and make it to the door before he can catch me.

  “You’re lucky, woman.”

  I laugh, walking down the steps. I see Uncle Luke and Alann talking in the kitchen and I greet them with a big smile.

  “Good morning?”

  Uncle Luke just looks me over, nods and puts his coffee mug to his lips. I look at Alann, who has a gigantic smirk on his lips. I mouth, “What?”

  “So, Willow, did you make up?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” I hear Gabriel’s feet on the stairs when Uncle Luke snorts and faces the back door.

  Alann lifts his hands and with one, forms a circle and the other he’s stabbing the hole with a finger. Oh. My. God. They heard! My face burns hot and humiliation courses through my veins. Then I hear a growl behind me and I’m thankful for the distraction when I walk back and see Burke growling at Gabriel. Gabriel stills, but doesn’t back down.

  “Burke, com’ere boy!” Burke runs over to me and jumps, placing his front paws on my shoulders, licking my face excitedly. Laughing, my fingers reach behind his ears, giving him a good scratch. “Good boy. He’s okay, Burke.”

  Lapping my face again, Uncle Luke’s voice makes him heel. “Burke, get down now, boy.”

  He does so immediately, and I gesture for Gabriel to come to me. He does so slowly, and I tell him to stick out his hand. After a few minutes’ assessment, Burke licks Gabriel’s hand and then trots off, finding a spot in the corner.

  I whisper to Gabriel, “They heard us.”

  Gabriel’s brow lifts but otherwise, he shrugs and walks around me, all nonchalant as he walks into the kitchen.

  “So. What’s for breakfast?”

  “Looks like Willow’s had enough sausage, so—what? It’s funny?” Alann says as I glare at him with pink cheeks. Gabriel gives him a flat-bored look and Uncle Luke looks between all three of us, closes his eyes as if he’s counting, trying to keep his opinions to himself.

  I hurry and state, “How about I make all of us bacon, eggs, and pancakes? How does that sound?”

  “Sounds great, baby. I’ll eat whatever you put in front of me.”

  “The two of you have already had dessert—

  “Alann!”

  He laughs and Gabriel gives him his death stare. “Yes. I did. But don’t make me punch you, Worsch. I still owe you.”

  Alann snickers, “After last night, and hearing what we heard, we’re square, Saint.”

  I cover my face with my hands. “Oh, God.”

  “Alann.” Uncle Luke’s voice is stern and fatherly and Alann rolls his eyes at the same time Gabriel blocks my view of both of them. I almost want to cry, but I hold strong. I turn and start pulling stuff from the fridge and cupboards. I feel Gabriel’s hand at the nape of my neck and he gently squeezes before letting go. I turn my head just in time to see Gabriel smack Alann not so gently on the back of his head.

  His voice is gruff and oh-so-sexy when he says, “Knock it off. You’re embarrassing her.”

  “Maybe you—

  “Say another fucking word, Worsch. I dare you.”

  “We’re about the same size, Gabe. I’m pretty sure I can take you. Just because I’m gay, doesn’t
mean I don’t know how to kick someone’s ass.”

  “I thought gay guys were more in tune with other people’s emotions. Because if so, you’re doing a shit job.”

  “I’m teasing.”

  “No. Not when she’s about to cry, asshole.”

  “She is?” And Alann looks over to me, sees my red eyes and immediately looks contrite.

  “I’m okay. It’s okay, Alann.”

  “No, it’s not.” Gabriel’s voice is just as hard as my uncle’s. I walk up to Gabriel and slide my hand up his arm and lean my head on his bicep.

  “Really, Gabriel. Let me cook breakfast for everyone. Uncle Luke, have the eggs been gathered?”

  “Yes, there’s enough, Willow-Tree. But tomorrow, they’ll need to be picked.”

  “I’ll take care of it in the morning.”

  I set out to make breakfast, just like I did before I moved to Grifton Falls. Gabriel pulls out a chair and twists it around so he can watch me, and Uncle Luke sits down at the head of the table, sipping his coffee and looking over the newspaper.

  “No work today, Uncle Luke?”

  “The only thing on the docket is the Covington case and I put Mallard on it.”

  I see Alann in my periphery and he’s close, leaning against the counter as I stir the eggs. He leans in and whispers, “I’m sorry, Will.”

  Giving him a small smile, I nod. “I’ll be okay.” I look over to the table to see both Gabriel and Uncle Luke look between us with curiosity in one set of eyes and bristling anger in the other. Guess whose jealousy is shining through even though he knows Alann is gay. I turn back to Alann and mutter, “I tried not to be so…”

  “Enthusiastic?”

  “Oh, shut up.”

  “It’s okay. I’m glad y’all made up.”

  “He told me he loved me.”

  “Whoa. Willow—

  “Alright, now. Why don’t you take a seat, Alann?”

  Alann smirks, rolls his eyes and looks from me to Gabe and then back to me. Then he leans in and kisses my temple. “I’m sorry for being a dick.”

  “Well, since you have one, you’re forgiven. This time… next time, I’ll just kick them in.”