The Alpha In My Class

Chapter 2 - Just The Warm Up

Max

I didn’t even realize where we were going until he stopped in front of a sleek black bus, parked quietly on the next street over.

He opened the door, letting me step in first.

“Welcome to my little den,” he said with a smirk, watching me as I stood awkwardly by the small bed in the corner.

It wasn’t much — but it was warm, dimly lit, and it smelled faintly like him.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on me.

“So,” he said slowly, his voice dropping lower, “are you ready… for the night of your life?”

My cheeks flushed, but I lifted my chin. There was no backing out now.

I wanted this. I wanted to know what was under that confident smirk and those too-perfect clothes.

“Make this night unforgettable,” I whispered, surprising even myself. “I want to—”

Before I could finish, he closed the distance between us.

His hand cupped my cheek as he leaned in, and then his lips were on mine — warm, insistent, and tasting faintly of whiskey.

For a moment, it felt strange — his tongue brushing against mine, the unfamiliar heat curling low in my stomach.

But then I gave in.

I stopped thinking, stopped doubting.

I let my body do the talking.

His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, his kiss deepening until I felt like I couldn’t breathe without him. Then, suddenly, he stopped.

One of his hands moved up, strong and sure, wrapping gently but firmly around my neck.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me, and his voice was low, commanding — yet somehow full of heat.

"Now… let me do the talking. Be a good girl and obey my command."

The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine. It didn’t sound like a suggestion — it sounded like an order. And the strange thing?

I liked it.

“Yes,” I whispered, my tongue darting out nervously to wet my lips.

His smirk deepened.

"Say it properly," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly along my jaw. "Yes… Alpha."

I swallowed hard, heat flooding my cheeks, but I said it anyway — shameless and breathless.

“Yes, Alpha,” I murmured, my voice trembling.

Wow.

I couldn’t believe myself.

I’d read about this kind of thing in novels — the power, the heat, the way it made my knees weak — but living it?

Living it was something else entirely.

He then pulled his blue t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside without a thought.

My breath hitched.

His abs… they were magnificent. Like something carved by the gods themselves — each line sharp, hard, perfect. I’d never seen anything like it before. Not even Felix, with all his basketball workouts, came close to this.

Was he even human? Or was he some kind of god walking around in a boy’s skin?

Then, without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, followed by his boxers.

I froze.

My heart skipped at least three beats, and I felt my face go hot as my eyes dropped — and widened.

The first c**k I’d ever seen in real life… and it turned out to be enormous. Huge. Hard.

I swallowed hard. Really hard.

He caught the way I stared, and his lips curled into a cocky, knowing smirk.

"I bet you humans have never seen a c**k like this before," he murmured, his voice full of pride, as though he was showing off.

And to my own surprise — and maybe shame — the way he said it just made me even more wet.

“I… I’ve never done this before,” I admitted quietly, my voice shaking. “Like… had s*x. Ever.”

I waited, expecting him to laugh at me, or worse — to back away in disgust.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his gaze darkened, and his lips curved into a dangerous little smile.

"You should learn to listen," he said slowly, his hand tilting my chin up. "I get to speak, and you do exactly what I tell you. Understand?"

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing.

“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered.

"Good," he murmured. Then his voice dropped even lower, commanding.

"Now… get down on your knees and suck this c**k like your life depends on it."

Heat flooded my cheeks, but my body moved before I could even think.

“Yes, Alpha,” I breathed, sinking to my knees on the floor in front of him.

I reached up to adjust my hair out of the way, but before I could, he fisted his hand in it, pulling me closer until my lips brushed against him.

"That’s it," he said through gritted teeth, his c**k already thick and throbbing against my lips.

I hesitated for a heartbeat — then opened my mouth, taking him in.

He groaned low in his chest as I felt him push deeper, filling my mouth, pressing to the back of my throat until my eyes watered.

"Yes… yes. You’ve been a very mean little girl," he growled, his hips moving slowly as his fingers tightened in my hair.

"And this… this is your punishment. f**k… you’re doing so good."

His moans grew louder, his words rough and low, but his hands stayed firm, guiding me just the way he wanted.

And all I could think about was how much I liked hearing him say I was doing good.

Then finally, with a sharp groan, I felt his c*m spill into my mouth as he pulled out, his grip still firm in my hair.

"Now… swallow it," he ordered, his dark eyes fixed on me.

I did as he said, tilting my head back and swallowing it down.

"How does it taste?" he asked with a smirk.

“Yummy, Alpha,” I said softly, even managing a small, shy smile.

His grin widened.

"That was lesson one," he murmured, running his thumb over my bottom lip. "Now… time for lesson number two."

Without warning, he slammed his c**k lightly against my cheek, making my breath hitch.

"Get on that bed," he commanded, his voice low and full of heat. "And slowly… remove your clothes. I want a show."

“Yes, Alpha.”

I did as he ordered, climbing up onto the bed slowly, feeling his eyes on me the entire time.

With trembling fingers, I slipped the straps of my yellow, sleeveless gown off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.

Then, keeping my gaze locked on his, I unclasped my bra, letting it fall away before sliding my pantie down my legs and kicking them aside.

I stood there for a moment, completely bare under his hungry gaze, and I could tell he was enjoying every second of it.

He climbed onto the bed after me, his movements deliberate, his smirk growing darker.

Then he kissed me again — harder this time — his hands roaming everywhere, claiming me.

He kissed down my neck, his mouth hot and possessive, until he reached my boobs. He cupped them in his hands, molding them like he owned them, and my breath hitched as soft moans escaped my lips.

Then he started to suck them, his tongue circling one peak while his fingers teased the other, making my p***y grow even more wet.

“Hmm…” I moan softly, arching into his mouth, my hands clutching the sheets.

He didn’t stop.

His lips traveled lower, kissing a path down my stomach until I felt his mouth between my thighs.

His tongue pressed inside me, hot and slick, while one hand squeezed my boobs and the other rubbed tight circles on my c******s.

“Yes, Alpha… yes…” I moan louder and louder, the sounds spilling out of me uncontrollably as his tongue and hands pushed me higher and higher.

“Oh my god… yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he drove me higher and higher.

I tried to reach down, but he caught my wrists and held them firmly above my head.

Then he stopped — just for a moment — and smiled at me, that dark, knowing smile that made my stomach flip. Like he was only just getting started.

I lay there breathless, watching as he positioned himself, his c**k pressing against my p***y, already so wet and ready for him.

Slowly, deliberately, he slid inside, filling me inch by inch until I gasped.

“Ah—yes…” I moan softly as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, his hips finding a steady rhythm.

“Yes… that’s it, girl,” he groaned, his own breath uneven now. “Ah, damn…”

“Are you learning your lessons, girl?” he asked, his voice rough but teasing.

“Yes… yes, Alpha,” I cried out, louder now, my whole body trembling.

“That’s it… good girl,” he murmured, leaning closer, his pace quickening.

“Tell me to go faster,” he demanded, his lips at my ear.

“Faster, Alpha… please…” I moaned, almost shouting now, lost in the sensation.

He obeyed — his thrusts growing harder, deeper, until finally he hit his climax, groaning as he pulled out just in time and spilled his c*m across my stomach.

He collapsed beside me, both of us breathless, our chests rising and falling in sync.

“That… was amazing,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.

He chuckled darkly, turning his head to look at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"That was just the warm-up,” he said smoothly.

My eyes widened.

"Be prepared… for round two."