Alethea
“Come here, my Alpha.” My voice is filled with need. The bulge in his trousers calls to me.
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, of feeling his salty, creamy release on my tongue as I swallow every drop.
I want to hear him groan, to have my name spill from his lips in a curse of pleasure while I take him deep.
I want to feel him in my mouth until I gag, until my eyes well up with tears of desire. I want to watch him lose control, grinding into my mouth, claiming every inch of me as he thrusts deeper.
I want him to feel the scrape of my teeth, a teasing reminder of the power I hold over him.
I want his body to remember, to ache for the heat of my mouth every time he thinks of me.
I want to bewitch him, to make him crave this pleasure so deeply that no other woman will ever exist in his mind-only me.
I slowly pull down his zipper, the sound barely audible over the tension between us. As I free him from his trousers, he lets out a low, guttural growl.
“Fuck, Ally.”
I smirk, my eyes tilt up to meet his. “I haven’t even started yet.”
He groans, his gaze dark with hunger. “My little temptress.”
His cock throbs in my hand, thick and hot, it pulses with need. I drag my tongue slowly over the tip, teasing the sensitive head, tasting the first hint of his arousal-salty, addictive. My tongue circles him, slow and deliberate, enough to earn a sharp intake of breath from him.
I let my lips trail lower, as I take him in inch by inch, and I suck gently, with a teasing pinch here and there. His hips twitch, and his muscles tense. He’s losing control, and I love it.
Gradually, I take him deeper, as I feel him stretch my mouth, and he fills me completely.
His grip tightens in my hair as he thrusts in sync with my movements, and he pushes deeper with each stroke. His cock brushes the back of my throat, making me gag, but I don’t stop. I welcome it.
His head falls back as he groans; he grips my hair tighter as he guides my pace, his hips rolling into my mouth.
The sound of his pleasure fuels me, it makes my own need burn hotter. I can’t help it, my hand slips between my thighs, finding my clit aching desire as I pleasure him.
“Oh, Ally-fuck!” he groans, his voice rough with pleasure as I release his cock just enough to tease him, and I let it slip from my lips before taking it back in, slow and deliberate.
I feel the urge to lose control, to devour him. My hand wraps around his thick length, pumping him as my mouth works him, sucking him in deeper.
His breath comes in ragged gasps, and a low, helpless moan slips past his lips. The taste of alcohol mixed with the salty hint of his arousal.
His hips move in rhythm with my mouth, thrusting in and out, but then-he suddenly goes still. His whole body tenses, a sharp shudder running through him.
“Fuck-I’m gonna come,” he growls, with a strained voice. His fingers tighten in my hair as his eyes darken with raw need. “I want to watch you take it all.”
I meet his gaze and nod, my lips still wrapped around him.
With a deep groan, he jerks, as his cock pulses in my mouth as hot, thick spurts of his release flood my tongue. I swallow greedily, but some spills past my lips, slides down my chin, and it drips onto my neck.
“Ally,” his voice wrecked with pleasure, his breath ragged as he pressed his forehead against mine. Our sweat mingles, and our bodies still hum from the pleasure we just shared. His chest rises and falls, his breath warm against my skin.
“Things you do to me, Ally,” he murmurs, with emotion.
With a deep exhale, he sinks onto the couch beside me. His body is still tense, and the aftershocks of pleasure stay in his muscles.
I reach for the drink he poured for himself and down it in one go, the burn slides down my throat.
I know it’s reckless. My body is still weak-I haven’t regained all my strength, not after I transferred so much of my energy to Asher. But with him, I don’t want to be careful. I want to be wild. Stupid. Free.
My gaze drifts to a nearby pole, and a daring idea comes to mind. A slow smile curves my lips as I stand, making my way toward it.
I wrap my fingers around the cool metal, lowering myself into a deep squat before twerking with slow, deliberate movements.
Then, I rise to my feet, moving in a sultry rhythm around the pole, my eyes never leaving Asher. It’s bolder than anything I ever imagined myself doing. But right now, I don’t care.
I keep moving, as I let my body guide me, and I can feel the heat of his gaze burn into me.
My hands slide over my curves as I hook a finger under the strap of my off-shoulder top, and I slowly pull it down just enough to tease him with a glimpse of my breasts.
A low, primal growl rumbles from his chest. His eyes darken with something raw, something almost painful, as he watches me with hunger.
He wants me.
And I’m going to make sure he never forgets it.
“Come to me, baby,” I whisper, curling my fingers to beckon him closer.
He rises slowly, his trousers hanging low on his hips. His eyes burn with raw hunger as he watches me sway against the pole, my body moving in a sensual rhythm twerking, grinding, twisting.
He closed the space between us. His heat presses against me; his hardness is proof of just how much he enjoys the show.
I turn my back to him, as I grind against his arousal. His large hands grip my hips.
He guides me as he aligns our bodies so perfectly that every movement sends a spark of pleasure straight through me.
“Fuck, Ally, you’re making me lose control,” he growls, his voice rough with restraint.
I smirk, tilting my head slightly to the side, my breath warm against his skin. “That’s the intention, Alpha,” I whisper.
His eyes darken with desire before he crashes his lips against mine. The kiss is raw, hungry, and consuming. I release my grip on the pole and turn fully to him.
The heat between us ignites like wildfire, each touch, each brush of his lips sends a shiver down my spine. It terrifies me how easily he makes me lose myself, how effortlessly he unravels me.
“Asher,” I moan into his mouth, my voice trembling with need.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, “What do you want, Ally?” His voice is deep, a seductive growl against my lips.
“Make…” I pause, kissing him again, deeper this time, letting the taste of him drown out my hesitation. “Me…” My fingers trail down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs, my body shuddering in response to his heat.
His hand slides lower, his fingers teasing my most sensitive spot, making my breath hitch. Sparks erupt under my skin, tingling, electrifying. I should stop this. I should think.
But then-suddenly-he spins me around and slams my back against something solid. The very place I had fantasized about him taking me all night.
A soft moan escapes me.
I’m officially a slut, I whine in my head, but the thought vanishes the moment his lips find my neck.