Page 6 of Fired Up (Alphas Forever 2)

I wonder how she would react if I told her the truth—that I couldn’t sleep because of her.

“That’s okay,” I say.

She sets her small hand on mine and squeezes. The feeling of her skin on mine sends a spark of electricity through me. I look up at her. Shit. I can't sit here pretending anymore. I’ve gotta make a move. If she rejects me, fine. I’ll back off. But I’ve gotta give this another shot.

I lean forward and give her kiss. I can feel her lips tighten in surprise as mine land on hers. But then she relaxes. She moans softly. Her mouth opens and our tongues entwine. Her hands run up my arms, and I kiss her more deeply, pressing her into the couch cushions.

She runs her hands up to my face and then rakes her fingers through my hair. I’ve got a full hard-on now. Fuck, I want her. I want her so bad.

I break from our kiss. I need a second to cool off. “You’re gorgeous, Layla,” I say.

She laughs. “Stop.”

“I’m serious,” I say.

“You’re just saying that to get into my panties.”

My cock throbs at hearing her say the word panties. “No. Honest to God. I’m saying it because I mean it."

Layla bites her lip. She runs her hands over my chest. “Well, even if you’re not just saying it…it’s working, you know.“

Okay, that’s it. I’ve gotta pleasure this girl. I scoot down on the couch, push up the hem of her nightgown, and hook my fingers around the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips up and I pull her panties off in one quick motion. I urge her legs open and she obliges. But when I start to kiss the inside of her thighs, her whole body stiffens.

“Wait,” she says, squeezing my shoulders.

I stop kissing her thighs and look up at her. “What’s up?”

“I’ve never had a guy go down on me.” She blushes. “I'm not a virgin. I’m just…not very experienced.”

“You don’t have anything to be nervous about. Just relax.”

Layla nods. She still looks hesitant, though. “Right. There’s one other thing, though. Um…no one has ever been able to make me come. So, if I don’t…I just want you to know that it's not your fault. It's me.”

I shake my head. What kind of numbskulls has she been with? “First of all, it's not you. If a guy can’t make you come, it’s his fault. End of story.”

“That's sweet of you to say, Anthony, but I think it is me. Maybe I just can’t…”

Enough. I shake my head. “I’ll prove it to you.”

I move forward between her legs and kiss her clit. Gently. Teasingly. Layla draws in a sharp breath. I can feel her start to relax. She spreads her legs wider and lets me keep going.

I lick her slowly. I savor her. I tell her how good she tastes. And it’s like I can feel her nerves and her self-consciousness just melt away. Before long, she’s moaning my name.

When I slide a finger into her, she gasps. She's tight, but wet, and I go ahead and add another finger inside of her. I continue to eat her as I thrust my fingers in and out. The faster I go, the more labored her breathing becomes.

And then she’s screaming out that she’s coming, and her whole body is shaking, unable to contain the pleasure. She contracts around my fingers, pulses against my mouth. I grin and give her clit a few gentle kisses as she comes down.

“See?” I say, looking up. “What did I tell you?”

Layla laughs. She looks so relaxed. So beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyelids slightly lowered.

“Okay, fine,” she says, grinning. “You were right. I guess all I needed was a—”

But she doesn’t get to finish the thought, because her words turn into moans as I go in for seconds.

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