Desired: Loving An Alpha Male (2 page)

Shit, he said yes! Now what do I do?’

His smile deepened, and I swear if I was light skinned I would be blushing right now.

You can do this, girl.

I kept my eyes on his and finally he said to me, “Where are you staying?”

Where am I staying?
I frowned starting to say Cabo when common sense finally hit me. “I’m staying here on the second floor on the other side of the resort.” I turned quickly and exited the bar, hoping that he was truly following me.  The nerves and goose bumps that were flooding my body should’ve been an indication, but I still looked back periodically to make sure he was still with me.

My palms started to sweat, and I knew my hands were going the same speed as my heart was.  I don’t usually do this, pick up men, but this is part of the deal I made with myself when I got on the plane to come here. I’m no longer Boring-Stuck in the Mud -Georgia.  No, I’m Carefree -Throw Caution to the Wind -Georgia. I’m Get My Freak On- Georgia.  I can do this. I’m in control.

We got to the elevator, and I pushed the up button.  He stood next to me, and, as I tried to take a peek at him, I found his eyes searching me, undressing me. A few other people joined us at the elevator, and when it came, he held it open for me and the others there.  He never smiled while we made our way to my room.  He didn’t have a pleasant soft, approachable face.  He was hard with features that I knew meant he was no good for me.  But for what I wanted, I didn’t need good.  I needed bad.  I needed him.

The elevator ride was short. He again followed me as I led him to my ocean view room. It took me a few times to put my key in the lock, but once I did, I opened it and held it open as he walked past me. Damn, this man was walking sex and probably as bad as they come.  I could tell that the moment I laid eyes on him at the bar downstairs. But what else drew me to him was pure physical.  I mean, he was the sexiest man I had ever seen in my life. He was so fine, hard, and rough. I couldn’t stop thinking about him taking me up against the wall of my hotel room. Hell, he made smoking a cigar sexy, and I hate cigars. And just the sight of him, slouching in his chair with the cigar in his mouth and his hat covering his eyes, made me want to jump him right at the table.

I remained at the door of my room watching him and taking deep breaths of my own. Then I finally closed and locked it.  I put my back against the door and watched him look around my room.

If my friends could see me now, they would probably commit me to the psych ward. This is so out of my character, but that is the point, right? I don’t want to do what I normally would do, which, of course, is to steer clear from him. No, I’m running full speed into danger…. This better be worth it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath again. My nerves were starting to get the better of me.  I’d never been with a white man before, so I didn’t know what to expect. But there was one thing I did know for sure; as I opened my eyes to look at him, the look in his dark ones as he stood in front of me exuded promise of a night I knew I wouldn’t forget.

Good God!

Okay, Georgia, here we go…

“So... um … I have some rules,” I said trying to sound confident and in control. I’m sure, if the sound of the surf crashing wasn’t wafting through the open balcony door, he could definitely hear my heart beating out of my chest.

“Okay,” he said simply as he removed his hat and put it on the desk.

Oh, those eyes of his.

I walked further into the room. “Rule number one: Under no circumstances do our lips touch. No kissing.”

He smirked. “No kissing. That sounds reasonable, considering I don’t have a clue where your lips have been.”

“What?!” My hands went instantly to my hips.
‘This son of a bitch.’

He put his hands up defensively. “Hey, baby, you’re the one that picked me up so…”

I rolled my eyes. Okay, so maybe he had a point. I
could
be a skank.

“Rule number two?” he asked, and then started unbuttoning his shirt.

Wait, he’s unbuttoning his shirt!
My eyes watched as he slowly worked his way down his shirt, revealing a wife beater and a very defined looking chest.

“Um…” I looked up at his smirking face.
Control, Georgia. Stay in control
, I thought as I told him. “Rule number two: No foreplay.”

His eyebrow curled. “No foreplay?”

“That’s right. I mean, you said it; we don’t know where each other’s lips have been, so no foreplay.”

He removed his shirt and started walking toward me. I moved quickly to my right and created more space between us.

“Rule number three: The lights must go off and stay off.”

He frowned. “Why?”

I didn’t want to elaborate. “Rule number four: Under no circumstances will there be any cuddling. No spooning and you will not spend the night.  We are only here to share in a physical experience, and that’s it.  After tonight, we don’t know each other… and please stop with the nicknames like baby or darlin’. I hate pet names.”

He smiled at me, and I swear to you it lit his entire face.  Then that smile turned sinister as his hands went right to his belt buckle.  I watched as he opened the belt and his pants, then moved toward me.

Holy shit.

The muscles in his chest, the flatness of his stomach, the cut of his arms; he looked like he came straight out of some muscle magazine for bad boys.

“Is that it?” he asked me.

“Yes,” was all I could get out of my suddenly dry mouth.

“Good… So, since this is your show, what do you want to do next?”

I frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

He walked closer to me. As I backed up, I felt the bed hit the back of my knees.

“What do you want to do tonight?”

“Well, you know…”

“No, actually I don’t, so why don’t you tell me?”

I folded my arms in front of my chest and tried to not look like I was thinking of what to say next.  The smile that appeared told me that I was doing a horrible job of being aloof.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked me just as blunt and to the point like he was asking if I wanted a drink of water or something.

My eyes grew wide, but I couldn’t formulate words or make my lips move, so I nodded.

He moved even closer to me. “No, baby, I need you to say it. Tell me you want me to fuck the shit out of you until you can’t remember your own name.”

‘Um… what?’

He stood still and waited… and I mean he was actually waiting for me to say it.  Well, I couldn’t say that… I mean, hell, I say the normal curse words, but I barely use the word “fuck”… not in this content anyway.

But I’ve come this far. What harm would it do to say it? I took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.” There. Close enough…

A look of pure unadulterated lust and desire suddenly caressed his features. I knew at that moment that I was in serious trouble.  He then smiled at me and said in the most seductive voice I had ever heard, “It would my pleasure.”

The next thing I knew, he reached in my hair and gripped the back of my head tight. He grabbed my ass with his other hand, which caused me to gasp in surprise and lust. He crashed his mouth into mine. God… his tongue moved in my mouth with determination and greed.

There was nothing I could do about the invasion and, to be quite honest with you; I didn’t want to.  The feelings he stirred in me with his aggressiveness had me wanting him more than I had ever wanted anyone. And the way he kissed me… Damn, the throbbing between my legs was pulsing out of control.

He lifted me up by my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  I felt the softness of the bed meet my back, all the while he never stopped kissing me.  God, this man was exactly what I’ve wanted since I first desired being with a man.

Then suddenly, when he let me up for air, he pulled down the summer dress I wore, taking it from my body. He threw it behind him, leaving me lying in front of him with just my panties.  He then licked his lips and tugged at the sides of my panties, ripping them off me with one motion… Did you hear what I said? He ripped the side of my panties apart and yanked them off my body in one motion!

We need to pause a beat to let that soak in… Holy shit! I mean, they were a pair of thongs, but they had thick straps. What the hell did I get myself into?

I closed my eyes as he captured one of my nipples in his mouth.

Oooh. What is this man doing to me?

I was concentrating on what he was doing to my nipples until the moment his fingers entered me. I wiggled my hips to the sensation that was grappling me to death. Again, I was not ready for what he was doing to my body, making me feel things I thought I would only read about in books. This man was feral and aggressive, taking exactly what he wanted from my mouth, my nipples, and my sex.  He moved in and out of me slowly and controlled while he lapped and sucked my nipples with a need that I’ve never experienced from a man...
ever
.

The assault on my body was so overwhelming that I didn’t know what to do.  I wanted to grab his hair, but his head was shaved.  He still had his t-shirt on so instead I gripped that tight. Just when the feeling of ecstasy started to consume me, I started circling my hips.

“Oh my,” suddenly escaped my mouth and I arched my back into his touch. Damn, he felt so good and strong. I opened my eyes to see him looking right at me. I didn’t know what to say. His eyes were so intense and overpowering. I watched this powerful man bring me to an intense orgasm with just his fingers. I closed my eyes again and let the feeling take over me as he continued to move in me.  Finally, when he pulled his fingers from me, my sated eyes drifted open slowly just in time to see him put his fingers inside his mouth. All I could do was stare at him in amazement as he closed his eyes and moaned, slowly sucking my taste from his fingers.

Shit, that was so fucking hot.

Suddenly, he stood, reached into his pocket and pulled out a trio of foiled wrapped condoms.  The packet was something I’ve never seen before, so I said, “Um, I have some condoms if you want to use mine instead of yours. You know, you could save yours for another time.” The smirk on his face made me feel so small.

God, Georgia you are a complete idiot.

But in my defense, I was nervous about the brand of condom he had.  I’ve never seen that color wrapper, and I studied them all at the drug store before I flew out here. 

He did try and make me feel better by not laughing at me out loud. “I appreciate that, baby,” he started. “But yours probably wouldn’t fit.”

I started to protest, but when he dropped his boxer briefs, the air in my lungs suddenly escaped me.

“Holy shit.” I sat up on my elbows, then hands and backed away from him. “Um…” I started to say more, but at the moment I couldn’t speak. There was no way he was putting that in me.

He grinned at me, pulled off his t-shirt, revealing the most chiseled body I had ever seen, bent over to remove his socks and then moved in between my legs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

“Yeah? And how will you do that?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he yanked me closer to him and used his shoulders to spread my legs wide. I knew instantly where he was going. I sat up and started to move away from him, but somehow he wrapped his arms around my thighs keeping me in place.

“Um, wait remember rule number… Ohhh shittt…” My head fell back against the pillow just as his lips touched my clit, and he circled it with his tongue over and over. He then fluttered his tongue. I was losing my mind as I felt him place his hands underneath my ass, which seemed to give him more access to me.

“Can you wait… just give me… ho-ly fuckkkk…” I yelled as the most glorious sensations ripped through my body taking me, plunging me into… Oh, hell, I don’t know.

It feels fucking amazing.

And his moaning… He tasted every drop of me, drinking eagerly as if he was quenching a yearlong thirst.

“Fuck, baby. You taste fucking amazing… Give me more, baby. I want you soaked and fucking ready for my dick.” He moved back in and fucked me thoroughly with his tongue, bringing me to another orgasm.

I am seriously seeing spots right now… Is that normal?

I grabbed onto anything I could; sheets, pillows, my braids.  I even put my fist in my mouth to stop myself from screaming, but he pulled my hand out of my mouth saying. “Don’t do that shit. I want to hear you, baby. Tell me how good this feels.”

I couldn’t form tangible sounds, much less be able to tell him anything. Hell, this is the first time any man has gone down on me, and this is the first man who has made me come this many times.

I’m officially hooked. Every man needs to do this to his woman. It should be a damn requirement. I mean, goodness! He’s making me lose it, and he has only used his tongue on me. Imagine what would happen when he…

“Oh shit…” I sat up just as another wave struck my body.  I tried to scoot from his mouth. The feeling was so intense I couldn’t take it any longer. Finally, probably having sympathy for me, he let me go but pushed me back on my back and in one quick move he was inside of me.