Lockout (The Alpha Group 2)

"Are you nice and wet for me?" he asked, that low silky voice ratcheting my excitement up even higher.

I nodded furiously. "I've been wet for you for weeks."

He let out a long breath. "I love it when you talk like that." With agonising slowness he slipped his hand underneath me and drew a single finger along my slickened opening. I shuddered in pleasure.

He brought his finger forward, the tip glistening with my juices. "You weren't kidding." He gave it a long, slow, tantalising lick. "And you're just as sweet as I remember. Later I'll have a proper taste, but I can't wait anymore. I need to fuck you."

I let out an affirmative grunt, not wanting to delay him one second more. I could feel the weeks of excitement burning wildly inside me.

Taking me by the hips once more, he hoisted me up, placing me on my knees next to him with my ass in the air. With panther grace he rose into a crouch and unfastened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. Seeing his cock in the flesh sent a bolt of desire rolling through me. I'd never wanted anything inside me so badly before.

Seizing me in a powerful grip, he dragged me across to him and plunged his shaft straight into my pussy, burying it all the way to the base in a single explosive thrust. He let out an animal cry.

The strength of that motion stung as my body madly adjusted to accommodate his girth, but I didn't care. The longing in his movements dwarfed everything else. That I inspired such lust in him set me soaring.

"God Sophia, you're so tight. You feel amazing."

"I'm tight because you're big," I said, my voice broken and quavering. His cock stretched me out like nothing I'd ever felt before. I moaned with the fullness of it, every muscle cinching tight around him, savouring that exquisite pressure. He responded in kind, wrapping both powerful hands around my shoulders and yanking me closer, giving him more leverage to grind himself against me. He fucked me with the desperation and ferocity of a man with one day to live.

With other men I'd been with, sex had always been an act of giving; give your partner pleasure and receive it in return. With Sebastian, there was no give, only take. He wasn't giving me an orgasm, he was taking it from me, claiming it for himself, and he did it with a fervour that bordered on frightening. That intensity ignited something inside me, a kind of deep-seated passion I'd never known I was capable of.

I wasn't going to last long. The glow of my orgasm was already rising up inside me. My muscles clenched tighter still as my body began to stretch and tremble in anticipation.

"No, not yet," he said, his voice hoarse. Even as aroused as he was, he knew I was close. His awareness of my body was almost inhuman. "You were saving it for me, so I want to watch you as it happens."

With a grunt, he pulled free of me, leaving an aching emptiness between my legs. Seizing me by the thighs, he flipped me easily onto my back.

I gazed up at him, breathless and quivering. He'd shed his jacket, and sometime in the commotion several of his shirt buttons had come undone. Crouching there, half dressed and coated in sweat, he looked wild and impossibly beautiful. His cock jutted out from his body, slick and shining with my juices. It pulsed and twitched in the sex-heavy air.

He slid in close, pressing the swollen head gently against my cleft.

"Please," I moaned. "Please."

Leaning in close, he gazed at me with those spectacular eyes. "You've earned this." He pushed himself back into me and began rocking back and forward, reaching out with one hand to stroke my clit. "This is what you've been waiting for."

"Sebastian!" I cried, my body heaving as my climax took hold. I thought the phrase 'seeing stars' was just an expression, but as a week's worth of pent up desire exploded inside me, that's exactly what happened. The whole world seemed to shatter before my eyes. The strength of it was so overwhelming I was sure I was going to black out.

As my pleasure began to subside, his movements grew faster. What little control had been evident on his face fell away as he finally gave in to his own desires. The noises from his throat became more guttural, his thrusts longer and harder.

I was still sensitive from the intensity of what had just happened, but the promise of having him burst inside me was so enticing it barely registered. My body wanted more of him, as much as he could give.

After a few more seconds he shuddered and went rigid. Watching him come in such an intimate position was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. The ferocious ecstasy on his face, the way his body flexed and corded, it was almost enough to send me over the top again.

"God, Sophia," he said, when it was over. "I don't know how you keep doing that to me."

"Doing what?"

"Making me lose control. I was planning on waiting, drawing it out, but the second I saw you, I got hard."

"You're still hard now," I said with a giggle.

"And you're still wet. Believe me, it's taking most of my control not to take you again right now."

I reached out and ran my hand softly up the length of his erection. "Why don't you?"

He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "I want you to save some energy for later. I have plans for you, plans that won't be much good if I've already tired you out."

"I'm not sure I could ever get tired of having this inside me."

"If you don't stop being such a tease I'm going to be forced to turn you over my knee," he said, stroking my ass delicately.

I trembled, remembering the last time he'd spanked me. "Is that a promise?" I asked.

He stared at me for a second, then shook his head and chuckled.

We stayed in a dishevelled, half naked embrace for several minutes while the streets blurred past around us. I loved the feeling of his arms around me. It was protective, comfortable, safe.

CHAPTER FIVE

A few minutes later, the car pulled up outside a towering apartment building. It looked like a new development; all sleek curves and stark colours.

"Take those off," Sebastian said, nodding at my panties as we were making ourselves presentable. "I loved thinking about you walking around naked under your skirt for me the other day. I want to spend tonight knowing there's nothing between me and that beautiful pussy."

I loved the way his mind worked. Everything was a naughty adventure with him.

Smiling seductively, I slid them down my legs, letting them dangle from my toes. "Why don't you hang on to them for me?"

"I believe you already owe me one pair of your underwear," he replied.

"Think of this as a down payment then."