The Virgin Alpha and the Prostitute

Chapter 6: Bricks

Amalia

Before I could take another breath, I was swept off my feet and into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to my bed, his tongue in my mouth and his breathing heavy. I could smell his arousal and I’m sure he could smell mine. My heart pounded as he threw me on my bed, climbing on top of me between my legs.

“Amalia,” he said huskily, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to mine. He grazed his hand gently, tentatively over my body, sending sparks across my collarbone, my breasts, my belly, my thighs. “Tell me what you want.”

“Use your fingers,” I whispered.

He obliged, slipping my underwear to the side and slowly caressing at me with his fingertips. I flopped back on the pillow, groaning with pleasure. The sparks from the mate bond heightened every sensation. My brain and body were ablaze with a flame that only he could extinguish. I needed him, and based on the devilish look in his eye, I could tell he was starting to realize it.

“Paris,” I gasped, my heart in my throat. He slid a finger inside me, rubbing my c**t with his thumb. He didn’t move his hand at first, just held it there, making me feel the sensation of his finger but taunting me by withholding more. Then suddenly he curled his finger forward, touching a spot inside that made my hips buck reflexively.

“Holy f**k,” he whispered. He touched the spot again, and I started grinding my hips against him, unable to form a sentence but begging him with my eyes not to stop. But he did stop—he didn’t remove his finger but he paused, shifting his weight off his other hand so he could reach behind me and unclasp my bra. He tugged it off me, tossing it aside. “Holy, f**k,” he whispered again, his eyes hungry. “It shouldn’t be possible to be this perfect.”

He pressed his lips to my throat, inhaling my scent as he kissed his way down. I ached for him to keep stroking me as the tingles from his kisses trailed down my sternum and belly. Finally, when he was low enough, he slowly pulled his finger out, dragging the tip across the sensitive spot on the way. I felt his hot breath replace the heat from his hand, and I found myself wanting to beg him to continue.

“You smell so good,” he breathed into me. “But I think it’s my turn.”

Paris

I slid off the bed and onto my feet, and Amalia looked at me, her face scrunched into the most adorable puzzled expression. Then her eyes trailed downwards—I had slept in my boxers, and I had intended to stay in them until Aaron arrived with my suitcase. Change of plans. I slid my thumbs into the waist and and started to slowly slide them down, trying not to show how badly I wanted them off and her on me. She she sat up slowly, and I marveled at how the curvature of her breasts could change so much depending on if she was laying down or upright. I vowed to myself to memorize all of it, to always soak in the sight of her in every position, every moment.

Amalia also slipped off her bed and sidled up to me. I could tell she was trying to seem at ease, but I could see the anticipation and desperation in her eyes. When she reached me, she slowly slid one hand to the back of my neck and one hand down my shorts. Just as she pulled me in for a kiss, she gripped my d**k tightly at the base.

I groaned into her mouth—I wasn’t sure I could ever admit it to her, but she was the first to ever touch me like that. I felt myself going weak at the knees but managed to steady myself, hoping I did so before she noticed. I started to raise my hands to tangle in her hair, but I realized with mortification that they were trembling. The electrifying sensation of the mate bond coupled with the intoxicating feeling of her bare chest against mine and her hand around my c**k was overwhelming. I felt light-headed as she started to run her hand up and down the length of my d**k, squeezing and pumping it slowly. With every stroke, a moan escaped my lips. I wished I could be more aloof, more subtle, but it was impossible. There had never been a sensation better than this. It was like my whole brain and body had woken up for the first time—I was aflame inside, and I could only be quenched by her.

Suddenly she pulled away, releasing my lips from her kiss and my c**k from her grip. She grinned at me as she dropped to her knees and tossed her long hair back, tying it up with the hair tie around her wrist. She gripped me with her hand again, and this time my knees did go weak. She grinned up at me. “You feeling faint?” she teased. I opened my mouth, but I had no words. My throat had run dry and my mind gone blank the second she kneeled down in front of me like that. I was so hard now that she gripped me with both hands, and I looked down at her breasts, which looked so beautiful nestled between her arms like that.

Shit. I had to shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I could already feel an orgasm rising. So embarrassing. I realized I wasn’t doing anything with my hands—just standing there rigid as a damn statue. But I couldn’t move. I was worried if I lost focus for a split second she’d tip me over the edge.

I was just getting a handle on myself when I felt another new sensation. My eyes snapped open and I looked down just in time to watch her drag her tongue slowly across the tip of my d**k. I shuddered as chills ran all through me from head to toe. She saw me watching and maintained her eye contact as she licked it again, and again. I stood there, still frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from her. Finally, she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked. I staggered forward, clumsily sidestepping her so I wouldn’t fall on her before finally catching myself on the post of her bed. She pivoted on the carpet and ran her tongue over the tip again. I moaned as she pressed forward, taking me deeper into her mouth. I staggered again, almost losing my balance, but steadying myself on the bedpost. When I regained my balance, I rested my hands on her head, relishing the backwards and forwards motions both on my d**k and between my hands.

She kept taking me deeper and deeper, slackening her jaw to take me up to the hilt in her mouth. She occasionally came up for air, releasing me briefly, but running her tongue over the head and shaft as she caught her breath before starting up with her rhythm again.

All too quickly, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. “s**t,” I whispered, as she quickened her pace. My groans grew louder—hopefully, I thought, not too loud—and my wolf howled with pleasure in the back of my head. I realized I was starting to clench my hands into fists, and rather than grip her hair I grabbed the bedpost in one hand and a wad of her bedsheet in the other. I felt like I was about to come undone, drowning in the sensations of the mate bond, my wolf’s elation, her tongue on my d**k, and the heat of her body close to mine.

Suddenly, without breaking her rhythm, she trailed her hands up my thighs, across my hips, and up to my belly. The tingles of her soft touch on my skin were the final thing that pushed me over the edge. I lurched forward, almost doubling over as I released into her mouth over and over again. She kept working me with her mouth and tongue, prolonging the orgasm and intensifying all the sensations across my body and in my head. I finally pulled back and she let me go. I collapsed face-down on the bed, gasping for air. I felt dizzy, almost drunk. I finally caught my breath, and turned to stand and look back down at her.

She rose to her feet and met her gaze. I reached forward and with my thumb wiped away some c*m that had dripped down her chin.

“So,” she said coyly, “what do you think?”

I grinned weakly. “Who knew what a million dollars could get you.”

The next thing I knew I was on the carpet, clutching my balls in pain. My head and back smarted from where they made contact with the floor, and my sternum hurt from where—had she really shoved me to the ground?

I heard her spitting in the wastebasket near the door of her bedroom. Suddenly she was standing over me, her robe-clad body casting a shadow. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice cold and even. “I am not your w***e, and I am not your s*x slave. I asked you to make a purchase last night for the fun of the chase, not as a price tag for being your mate.” She paused, as if to see if I was listening. I couldn’t do much else, still immobilized by the severe pain in my groin, which was now radiating outwards. I also couldn’t speak. There was no air in my lungs. I blinked at her.

She continued. “I did not do that to you because you paid me. And if I could relive last night, I would’ve stayed the f**k home from work so you wouldn’t find me. That kind of s**t is exactly the sort of thing I hear from customers, not form a mate, from a life partner, and certainly not from someone who is going to respect me as his Luna.”

My heart dropped. Was she going to reject me? She paused again, scanning my face. I wasn’t sure what reaction I was giving her, but all I felt was horror: horror at my own actions and horror over her response. “I can’t—” I finally managed to sputter, “I can’t lose you.” She folded her arms. “I’m sorry,” I continued hoarsely. “I’m sorry. I won’t…I won’t say it again.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but there was a knock on the front door. “That’s probably Aaron,” she said. “You can get your sorry ass up and let him in. I’m going to go take a long shower and wash my mouth out with soap.” And just like that, she was gone.