Page 37 of The Alpha's Assistant & The Dom Next Door
Suddenly I get angry—really angry. My shitty sister isn’t even here and she’s still messing up my life.Fuck Shayla. She thinks any ass is huge because she doesn’t haveone.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” he rumbles softly in my ear as he reaches the top landing. I can hear mild concern in hisvoice.
“Um.” I don’t want to admit how nervous I am, or why. It’s embarrassing. But then again ... if I don’t tell him, he might think it’s him I have a problem with. Orsex.
“I ... I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before,” I finallyadmit.
He blinks down at me, and then smiles slowly. “Well, believe it or not, pretty much everybody is self-conscious about their first time, baby girl. Evenme.”
I stare. “Even you? But you’reso...”
He laughs as he carries me down the wide, breezy hall into a master bedroom three times the size of my own. The dark, polished wood floor, beams, and furniture stand out against the pale plaster walls and ceiling. His low, broad bed is covered with a velvet coverlet of deepgreen.
“You think I was this confident at sixteen? Nope. You earn it, every bit of it.” He carries me over to a dressing mirror next to his wardrobe and sets me gently on my feet. “Lucky for you, I’m here tohelp.”
He leans over my shoulder from behind and kisses me, his mouth teasing mine. He lingers for only a moment before he strips off his flannel shirt and tosses it aside. I stand there facing my reflection, but watching his in themirror.
“It’s funny. I’ve been dreaming about seeing your body for months, but here you are shy about it and hiding in all these clothes.” He runs his hands down my sides and over my hips, and I shiver at the softpressure.
His hands seem to radiate heat as they slide over me, caressing me through my clothes. He takes my face in his hand and gently turns my head to face my reflection. “Look,” he murmurs in my ear. “Let me show you how I seeyou.”
I look at myself in the mirror as his hands slide over me, and my gaze reluctantly trails from the path of his fingers to the body he’s caressing. The body I almost concealed under a nun’s habit, forever safe from scrutiny orcriticism.
He reaches around me from behind and slides his hands over my shoulders. “Step out of your shoes,dear.”
I do, wiggling my toes in relief. He kicks the pumps gently aside and reaches around to start slowly unbuttoning my blouse. His breath stirs the hairs on the back of my neck ... and then his lips start caressing myskin.
I see my eyes widen in the mirror, and then hood. My head droops to the side, everything leaving my mind but the warm caresses of his mouth on me. His nimble fingers tug each little pearl button free of its hole; between each one he dips his fingertips into the gap in the fabric and spreads itwider.
“Now seriously, sweetheart,” he purrs in my ear, “do you really see anything here that’s not to like? Because I sure as helldon’t.”
I meet my own eyes in the mirror as he unbuttons my blouse and slides his hands inside to rub and knead my breasts. His thumb does that teasing little back-and-forth across my nipple, and I see myself smile and toss my head slightly withpleasure.
He slides the open blouse off my shoulders, and I look at the smooth skin and dark, lacy bra he reveals. I suck air in through my teeth, my nerves threatening again. I feel so vulnerable, just standing there. But then I catch the look on his face, and the feeling starts tofade.
His eyes are wide with delighted fascination, and he cups my breasts reverently, like they’re treasures. When he bends to kiss my neck again, he lets out a hungry little growl that excites me more than anything he’s done to my body so far. This body, which I’m familiar with to the point of contempt, but that hedesires.
His hands fumble at the belt of my skirt. I hesitate, my stomach getting jumpy ... and then steel myself. I shimmy my hips a little to help him pull the cloth down over them, and he grunts with pleasure as my ass bumps against his crotch. It actually makes me smile a little.Well, guess he doesn’t think my ass is toobig.
My skirt hits the floor along with my half-slip, and his hands immediately slide down to cup the cheeks of my ass and knead them firmly. “Your body is fucking amazing,” he growls in my ear, “and I won’t hear anything else aboutit.”
He sets his teeth against my shoulder, nibbling his way across it and over the back of my neck. His powerful hands caress me roughly, deliciously, moving around and over my hips, up my belly, until finally he cups my breasts through the lace again and starts strokingthem.
He uses the scratchy lace and the thin silk beneath artfully, teasing my nipples as I squirm and moan. His mouth runs down the top of my spine, until finally he reaches my bra clasp—and opens it with his teeth. I gasp, and then hurriedly slide the straps off my shoulders so he can pull it offme.
My gasp becomes a low moan as he tosses the bra away and starts rubbing and teasing my bare skin. Every time he touches my nipples it sends electric shocks straight down to my aching cunt. My whole body feels awakened ... and full of longing I don’tunderstand.
My hips circle reflexively as he strokes me and nibbles at my neck, bumping my ass against his crotch until he groans and starts grinding back against me. I feel his erection rub against my ass cheeks, barely caged byfabric.
My eyelashes flutter, and I’m panting and whimpering in his arms while my hands pluck impatiently at the hip straps of my panties. I wiggle out of them and kick them away into thedark.
“It feels so good,” I whimper. My knees are buckling, and my eyes slide closed with pleasure. He scoops me up again and carries me to his bed. The coverlet is silky against my back and makes me tingle more as I slide ontoit.
I look up to see him staring down at me fiercely as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down. His cock gleams like it’s been polished as it springs up against his belly from a nest of golden hair. I wonder if he’ll thrust into me right away—and then cry out in surprise as he lunges forward to pin me against thebed.
His cock slides against my thigh as he dives for one of my breasts instead, growling softly as he takes my nipple into his mouth. He starts to lick it in long strokes—and I shake, pressing it eagerly against his lips, wantingmore.
The first hard suck forces me to muffle a scream against the nearest pillow. It’s too much pleasure—so much that it almost scares me. I squirm and cry, even as my arms and legs wrap around him eagerly. I edge closer to telling him to stop with each long pull, my heart pounding sohard...
