Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

I open my mouth to protest but nothing comes out. I shouldn’t push. It’s weird that it’s him that is putting the brakes on. But I shouldn’t push. Maybe I should take a cold shower, because he… he made me hot. And suddenly I’m remembering my shower sex dream of him and I don’t want him to stop.

He restarts episode two. He’s a foot away from me now.

I blow my hair out of my eyes. I’m fidgety.

He immediately pulls me to him and I fight to find a way to simmer down. Eventually, part way through episode three, I fall asleep with my head on his chest, in just the same spot as his little nephew a few nights before.

***

I wake up to Aiden tickling my palm with his finger. The lamp is still on and the TV is at the Netflix screen.

He’s awake.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“Caught me,” he replies, humor in his voice.

“Caught you what?” I ask, leaning up on an elbow.

“Did that on the plane when your head was on my shoulder. Every time I touched the palm of your hand, you nuzzled into me. Wanted to see if it’d work again.”

“Did it?”

“Nope. Woke you up instead.”

“Oh.” I nuzzle in, throwing my arm over him. “Maybe it was a delayed reaction.”

He’s flipping me. And I’m game. I’m still wet from earlier.

I grab his face and pull his mouth to mine. He is amazing with his mouth. He groans into my mouth and I whimper as his hand is suddenly on my boob. His fingertips slide inside my blouse, into my bra, caressing my nipple. It goes rock hard at his touch. My breasts feel heavy and my panties are now wetter. My belly dips with desire. I grab his shirt and begin unbuttoning it.

“Change your mind about puttin’ the brakes on?” I ask.

“For you,” he whispered. “Didn’t wanna stop but thought you would want me to. I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage after today, with your Dad, and …”

“I don’t feel that way, Aiden,” I whisper back.

He takes that as permission and starts unbuttoning mine, too. He pulls on the hem and I lift my arms, so he can throw it off me. He then rips his own shirt off. I want to touch his chest, his arms, his back, but I settle for only looking as I attack his fly and pull it undone. He’s attacking my fly, too. We’re all fingers fumbling with buttons, lips touching, teeth nibbling on throats and shoulders, and I’m breathing hard.

He grabs my pantlegs and tugs. I lift by bottom and his face becomes buried between my legs before my pants are all the way off.

“Holy crow,” I breathe. He gets them the rest of the way down and off, kissing down to my knee as he tugs on them, and then my socks are gone, and panties are being peeled down. His mouth glides back up, then his tongue goes inside me and he licks up to my clit and rams at least two fingers inside me. I cry out. Holy shit.

“You’re soaked,” he mutters.

“Your f-fault,” I stammer.

“First time I’ve made you soaked, peaches?”

“Nope,” I say, popping the p. Holy wow.

“Knew it,” he says cockily.

He pushes my legs up, so my knees are bent and now he’s got better access. He gets up on his elbow, alternately watching my face and looking between my legs as he rams those fingers in over and over.

He grabs my right ass cheek with his free hand and then he’s licking, sucking, right on my clit, eyes pointed up to my face.

And my face is probably contorting less than prettily as his pace picks up and he alternates between looking at me and looking down at me and then picking up the tempo of fingering me.