Page 7 of The Alpha: Part Three
Desie fidgets and wiggles for what feels like several hours. It's torture. My dick has stayed hard or mostly hard the whole time. At first, it was just pressing against her, but now it's wedged between her ass cheeks and I'm gritting my teeth in an effort to keep being good. I know that's why she's so restless. The scent of her arousal is driving me insane. We're both going to be tired in the morning.
As the light of dawn creeps through the slits in the blinds, all I can think about is how much I hate being right sometimes. I'm exhausted, and if the look on Desie's face is anything to go by she's a little more than exhausted. She's tired. Cranky. Frustrated. Clinking her spoon on every bit of the inside of her cup as she stirs her coffee.
I can't imagine why.
“Do you think Michael and Seth will sleep long?” she asks softly.
I take the cup from her hands and put it on the counter before I lift her onto the edge of it. “Probably not.”
She bites her lip to keep herself from squealing and grasps my shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“What I thought about doing all night,” I purr against her neck.
“We can't!” she hisses. “We'll wake them. And Seth needs to rest.”
I nip her earlobe and run my palm up her thigh. “Seth will be fine. He'd be more upset about me letting you spend the morning pouting and needy than missing some beauty sleep.”
“I am not pouting,” she argues. “Or needy.” But her hips shift eagerly when I start working her panties down her legs.
I yank them off when I get them to her knees and toss them over my shoulder. “Uh huh.” I sink my fingers into her hair to haul her in for a kiss. “Not needy at all,” I murmur, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.
Desie hitches her legs around my hips and pulls me closer, reaching down to shove at the waist of my shorts.. “We have to be quiet.”
She's already soaking wet. I knew she would be. Both of us are more than ready for this. “No we don't,” I tell her, and thrust my hips. Her gasp bounces around the kitchen and turns into a sharp cry when I adjust the angle and thrust again.
I push her shirt up and over her breasts and move a hand up to cup one and pluck at the nipple. Her back arches and I bend to suck sharply on the dusky point. “Fucking gorgeous, Desie. God, I love fucking you.”
Then Michael strolls into the kitchen.
He rests his hip against the counter next to Desie and reaches to turn her face towards his. “Good morning,” he says, and kisses her as deeply as I'm fucking her. He kisses her until she throws her head back, gasping for breath. “You didn't sleep well at all, did you?”
She slowly shakes her head.
“That's terrible,” Michael hums. “Maybe Ben will tire you out and you can have a nap.”
“How's Seth?” she asks, her words jumping every time my hips move.
“He's alright,” Michael answers, trying not to smile. “He'll be happy to know you're worried about him.” He kisses her again, and pushes his hand between our bodies to stroke her clit. She gasps his name and digs her heels into the backs of my thighs. “Cum for us, Desie. Let me hear it. I could feel how much you needed it all night. Cum all over Ben's cock. I'll help you.” His knuckles press against my abdomen as his fingers move and I feel her getting tighter and wetter around me.
“Don't stop,” she moans.
“We won't,” Michael purrs into her ear. “Cum for us.”
She cries out again.
“Now, Desie,” I growl, lifting her knees for more leverage.
Her eyes roll back and her head drops to the side, offering Michael her neck. He mouths the raised mark and she sucks in a breath.
My knot is so swollen and hot as it's pressed against her entrance over and over. The need to push it inside her is almost overwhelming.
“Give it to me,” she pants.
“Cum first,” I hiss.
“Please, Ben,” she groans. “I need it.”
“And I need you to cum,” Michael growls again and does something to her clit that makes her eyes roll shut. “Cum for us and you can have his knot.” Then he covers the mark on her neck with his mouth just as I thrust inside her,hitting that perfect spot, and I'm not sure if she could be any more relieved by her orgasm when it crashes through her than I am.
