The Alpha Dating Game(24)

He started going faster and faster. His face was flushed and sweat dotted his upper lip. His pupils were extremely dilated in his blue, blue orbs. His breathing came out harsher and harsher, until he was grunting with each thrust.

She couldn’t help crying out too. The rod between her tits was very hot, and he kept on going faster . . . and faster . . . and faster . . .

His fever infected her, and his movements became so fast as to become a blur. As he pumped in and out between her globes, he tweaked and massaged her nipples so that the sensations in them shot straight to her groin. His intensity rose, as did hers, until it reached a delirious pitch.

He came, spattering his semen all over the front of her chest and in the valley between her breasts. It was her first time watching a man shoot, and she was amazed to see how much of it there was. His face contorted. As the stream subsided, he let go of her breasts so that the divider between them was widened.

He was panting as he lovingly wiped off his sperm from her glistening skin.

“God, that was so good, Jessica.”

He leaned down again and kissed her lips.

“There’ll be more next time,” he promised. “Different things. Better things.”

She believed him.

“But right now,” he said, “I just want to lie next to you and hold you.”

She made room for him to snuggle on the recliner next to her. Their sweaty skins were touching one another’s and he buried his face into the crook of her neck. His arm came around her waist. It was incredibly romantic. Both of them smelled of sweat and sin and sex.

He was silent for such a long while that she turned to gaze at him. His eyes were closed and he was fast asleep.

So this is what it means to have a boyfriend, she thought. All the things she had been missing out on . . . and it was every bit as good as the books portrayed it to be.

I love you, Kyle. You don’t know it yet, but I love you.

She fell asleep in his arms that way.





THE CUP





It was late afternoon when Jessica woke up. The smell of sex was still pungent in the air, and she knew she had to take a shower before she went back. Kyle was draped across her body. He snored slightly. The orgasm must have worn him out.

Her stomach rumbled. She was hungry as hell, but she never felt better. She was a smorgasbord of elation and exultation and ‘I feel incredibly powerful’ triumphant. I’ve had sex with a man! (Well, kind of.) I could make him come! He finds me incredibly attractive!

Kyle was so peaceful that she didn’t have the heart to wake him up. But she wanted to be clean and ready for him when he woke.

In fact, she wanted to make him something to eat. Her heart was brimming full of love as she gazed at his beautiful face in repose. She gently and very slowly disentangled herself from him, taking care to move his hand away from her waist.

He stirred and murmured something, and she froze. Then he turned to face the other side. She didn’t dare breathe for fear of waking him. He soon settled into a sonorous rhythm of breathing again. He was so beautiful to look at. So lean and sculptured, like an artist’s model. His cock lay curled between his legs. She remembered what it did earlier, and she blushed, still feeling the stickiness on her chest.

She waited until he was deeper in slumber, and then she padded towards the bathroom. The one adjacent to the living room was a pristine study in checkered black and white. A used towel lay near the sink. She studied herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and her skin above her breasts was glistening. But her cheeks were in high color and her eyes were sparkling with light.

She had never been happier.

There was no shower cubicle in this bathroom, and so she went searching for another. His bedroom door was open. She was a little hesitant to breach it. After all, he hadn’t brought her in there yet. But she figured it would only be a matter of time before he was fucking her on his bed.

She stepped in.

The bedroom was a little messier than the lounge, which indicated he probably spent most of his time here. Some books were strewn on his desk, as was a silver-framed photo of him with several people.

Jessica picked the photo frame up. This had to be Kyle and his family. A younger version of Kyle flanked an older man which she presumed to be Kyle’s father. Kyle’s father was a handsome, very imposing figure and Kyle’s brother was an almost twin, except for the crueler twist in his mouth. Kyle looked commanding, and yet gentle, but his brother seemed ruthless. At least, that was just from their looks.

Kyle’s mother was conspicuously absent. But Kyle mentioned she had died of cancer when he was little and so Jessica did not expect her to be in any of the more recent photos.

Other than the photo on the desk, there were no other personal effects. She felt guilty for snooping anyhow. She went to the bathroom, which had far more toiletries than the other one. There was a shower cubicle encased in glass and a bathtub. Thank goodness. His bathroom mug sat on the marble table top, in which a sloping sink was embedded. It was a cute mug with a 3D theatre mask on its surface.