Alpha’s Baby(48)

“Bella . . .” Stefan groaned.

I ignored him and slurped his huge head with relish, swirling my tongue along the sensitive parts, and I gripped his shaft with my left hand while bringing my right around to cup his balls.

Massaging them gently, I bobbed my head up and down, stroking in tandem.

Stefan let out a deep groan. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I went further down his shaft, taking as much of him as I could without gagging.

I marveled at the feel of his cock throbbing in my mouth, each pulse a powerful jolt against my tongue. How I wanted to taste his juices.

I massaged his balls more vigorously while going up and down on him like a madwoman, my saliva mixing with chlorinated water on his dick.

“I’m gonna come soon,” Stefan groaned.

Good, I thought, as I almost made it all the way down to the base of his shaft. That’s what I want, to taste your sweet, thick cream.

Before that could happen, Stefan suddenly tapped me on the shoulder urgently.

“Bella,” he half-groaned, half-whispered. “The lights are on back at the house. Our parents are home.”

I ignored him and continued to stroke and suck stubbornly, wanting him to nut in my mouth.

“Bella!” Stefan choked. “Stop it.”

For all his objecting, Stefan had yet to pull me off his dick.

In the distance, I heard a door opening and my mother calling Stefan’s name. This would have been the time I pulled away and pretended nothing was going on. But I couldn’t. I desperately wanted Stefan’s seed and I wasn’t going to stop until I got it.

Stefan tapped me several more times on the shoulder and I could hear my mother approaching. Knowing I had only seconds left, I squeezed Stefan’s balls and slurped his head as hard as I could.

I was rewarded with a gasp and his hot, creamy liquid flooding my mouth. His milk was sweet and tangy. I took as much of it as I could before Stefan began to pull up his shorts.

Pushing away, I drifted beneath the waves of the pool and swam toward the deep end.

It wasn’t a moment too soon either, because my mom reached Stefan a second later. Down on the deep end, I wondered how long I could hold my breath before I had to surface and if my mom could see me.

I could hear Stefan and my mom talking, but sound was too muffled to understand what they were saying. When it felt like my lungs were about to burst, I swam to the surface, hoping I’d have an explanation ready. I broke the water, gasping in air.

When I recovered, I swam over to the edge and grabbed a hold. I was surprised when strong hands reached down and pulled me out of the pool.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” Stefan scolded me, but at the same time, I could see that he loved it, too.

I wiped water out of my eyes and shivered from the cold breeze against my skin. “Did she see me?” I asked.

Stefan shook his head and nodded to where my mother was just now stepping back into the house through the back door. “No, and we were damn lucky too. Thank God all she came out here to ask me is if I wanted some of the food they brought back from dinner.”

I grinned. “It was worth it.”

Stefan’s expression grew more serious. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Bella, but this isn’t a game.”

I gawked at Stefan, my teeth chattering. “Well, you almost did the same thing when we were in your bedroom and Mom walked in on us.”

And I only wanted to repay the favor, I thought.

“It wasn’t the same. The door was closed and I wasn’t expecting her to just barge in. We’re outside, right? Anybody could've seen us.”

“Okay,” I said acidly. So that’s how he wanted to play it. Damn him. “I get it.”

Then he walked off back to the house, leaving me alone to shiver in the dark.





Chapter 21





Stefan





Construction work. It's pretty much all I knew day and night. But now that the theater was done, work had slacked off a little.

The spare time was both refreshing and frustrating. Working on the site, I’d found that I liked what I was doing. If anything, being able to take out all my stress on metal and wood helped, and I came home every night feeling like I’d at least gotten a good workout in. Trust me, lugging fifty-pound bags of concrete around works even a good athlete.

So I liked having some more rest. But I missed being able to let off my energy, and I sort of missed the guys. I’d been accepted on the job site quicker than I thought I’d be, mainly because I busted my ass. Some of them gave me some shit about being the ‘boss’s kid,’ but that only lasted about a day or two before there was respect in their voice.

If there was anything strange about working, it was Dad. He was constantly texting someone on his phone, it seemed, and whenever I’d come into his makeshift office, he’d slam the lid on his laptop closed. His face was always pink and flushed and he’d have this guilty look on his face.