Page 4 of No Strings Attached
Other times, she wants to take over, leading with a fire that makes my knees weak. I can’t be both for her, not the way she needs, and it kills me.
She reaches up to cup my face as well, her thumb brushing through my beard. “You’re enough,” she says, her eyes burninginto mine. “We’ll figure it out. Why don’t you find something for dinner? Hmm?”
I frown, confused at the change of conversation until she starts patting around the pillows only to unearth her phone and hand it to me. I just stare at the screen. If anything, we should be thinking about lunch.
She laughs at my confusion. “Jamie, not actual dinner, you fool. We have the gala for that. We haven’t ventured ontoO-Nightsfor a while. I thought that maybe we can cut out early and have a little fun. How about that?”
I know she’s just saying that to make me feel better. We frequented the app a few years ago, finding one-night stands to spice up our already perfect life. It started out just for fun and then morphed into a way to hopefully find a permanent third. Nothing ever panned out but we still swipe through the options every now and then.
Being in such a small city, though, didn’t afford very many options.
I take her phone and unlock it before navigating to the app, a picture from two years ago smiling back at me. Wereallyneed to update that.
“Oh, we were so cute there,” Olivia muses.
“You’restillcute, Alpha.”
She snorts. “If anyone is cute, it’s not me. My 31stbirthday was a few months ago. You, however…” She nuzzles into my shoulder as I playfully swat her away. I’m only a year younger than she is, but we throw around the quip all the time. “Oh, seventeen likes? We must be famous or something. Let’s see if there’s any fresh meat in Harlen Grove.”
I have to focus with her heat now pressed up against my back, her chin hovering over my shoulder. And then I start swiping. “Nope,” I mutter. “Ew. Oh god, definitely not him.” I pause,squinting at a familiar profile. “Remember him? Total asshole at that premiere.”
Olivia wraps her arms around my stomach, humming as I come up on another profile. “Fuck, that guy looks like he’d lecture us on crypto.”
I twist around to lay on my stomach, Olivia pressed up against my side, half of her body draped over mine. I continue swiping, even as her hand dips down my back, moving to caress my ass cheek. None of these men or women are anything like what we need. Either too dominant, not dominant enough, someone we know, or assholes we’ve already tried.
A gasp falls from my lips as two fingers plunge into my ass, still coated with the lube from earlier. “Holy fuck, love.”
“Keep swiping,” she purrs, her voice a sultry command, “like a good boy and I’ll make you come.”
A whimper slips out, my body reacting to her words. I try to focus on the phone, my thumb shaky as I swipe left again. My cock twitches and I reach down instinctively to ease the pressure, but Olivia’s voice cuts through. “No. Hands on the phone. You’ll come when I say you do.”
I bite my lip, forcing my hands to stay on the device, my fingers gripping the edges. Her fingers move inside me, each motion sending heat through my core. I try to stay still, but my hips shift backward, chasing the sensation. Another profile pops up.Too serious.Swipe left. “This one’s got no vibe,” I mumble, my voice tight. Olivia hums as the pressure continues to build, my breath hitching in my throat.
I swipe again and I almost swipe left before freezing. The screen shows a man with short orange hair, a full beard, and piercing green eyes. Muscular and tall, with a rugged edge to him that makes my heart skip. He’s gorgeous, like he stepped out of some wild adventure, but there’s something else—a depth in his gaze, a hint of something real.
I let out a small gasp, my body trembling under Olivia’s touch. “I think I found the perfect person.”
Olivia leans forward, her breath warm against my ear as she nibbles gently, her fingers picking up speed. “Oh, he’s gorgeous. Swipe right, babe,” she whispers, her voice thick with approval. I do as she says just as I find myself being flipped over, Olivia sinking down on my cock all in one swift move. “Make me come, Jamie. I want to come with you.”
She’s still in charge but I know every last soft spot of this woman, the parts that make her sing and the others that drive her crazy. Her scent sharpens as I reach between us to pinch her clit, her pussy strangling my cock with her Alpha lock. I’m at the edge, unable to hold back as my entire body starts to tremble.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry out, pumping up into her as I continue massaging her clit. I drag her down into a kiss with my free hand, before alternating my attention to her tit, my teeth tugging on her nipple until I feel her convulse around my cock.
She hums out a moan as her pussy completely locks down on me, one more thrust up inside of her pushing my knot into her. It’s an almost unbearable pleasure as I come, both of us clinging together as our Alpha pheromones try to fight each other. But the pain that comes from this moment is one we both relish in, our bodies fighting for dominance even when neither of us truly wants it.
Something tells me that the man we just found…Elias, might be everything we need and more.
Elias
We’ve been at this shit for hours, filming this damn commercial for the last several hours, my knuckles raw from gripping the rock face for so long. There’s some excitement when it’s an actual side of the mountain but stuck in this rundown version where every shift is another take, another picture, another yell from Tristan that I need to do it again.
The usual crew is still buzzing around, cameras rolling just in case they catch something they can use for marketing. All I know is that this takes the fun out of everything. I loved it more when it was in the moment, when the shots were one of a kind—not manufactured.
I ease myself down to solid ground before forcing a cheery smile onto my face, the one I’ve perfected for the camera, hoping it hides the exhaustion eating me alive. Sweat drips down my temples, soaking my shirt, and one of the staff steps up, tugging at the hem of my shirt. He can’t be any older than 20 or 21, probably only a few days on the job by how nervous he is. “Youneed a shower, Elias,” he says, nervously helping me out of my shirt.
It's not the first time I’ve been ‘helped’ as I undress but it never gets any easier watching them fold the damp fabric like it’s a treasure. That shit’s not going to the wash—it’ll end up on eBay by tonight as some fan’s prize. I wouldn’t have even known about it unless my friend, Rhett, had jokingly shown me a picture.
We all thought it was fake but the LLC selling it is one of Tristan’s many business ventures.
