The Virgin Alpha and the Prostitute

Chapter 3: Romp

Aaron

“You seem distracted, honey,” the she-wolf—I’d already forgotten her name—cooed, unbuttoning my shirt. We were in a private room at the club, with me on my back on a chaise lounge and her straddled over me, fiddling with my buttons. My tie and jacket had been tossed on a nearby chair, and jazz music from the club filtered in through speakers at the ceiling.

“Nah,” I lied, trailing my fingers up her spine towards her bra clasp. “Just tired from the long trip.” Truth is I was distracted. It was sometimes a challenge for me to quit being a Beta, to shut down and take a break. The second Paris told me he was going to accept this girl as his mate, my mind went into overdrive on how best to support him in case it went south—whether here or when we tried to introduce her to the pack. Even if she meant to accept him, in this day and age, there was no way her current occupation could be hidden forever.

“Well,” said the girl on top of me, nearly forgotten again, “maybe there’s something I can do to help you relax a little bit.”

She finished unbuttoning my shirt and started to undo my belt. I let her unzip my pants before I sat up and swung around so my feet were on the floor again with her still straddling me. I pulled her into a kiss, our tongues fighting for control. I felt her arms go behind her back and, a few seconds later, heard her bra hit the floor. I slid an arm under her ass to lift her up just high enough to shimmy out of my pants. She started grinding against my lap, now clad only in my boxers, the second I set her back down. She started kissing my neck and running her hands over me, drowning me in all the sensations. A low groan escaped my throat. “What are you trying to do,” I teased, “get me to spend all my money on you?”

She chuckled into the crook of my neck. “That depends,” she answered, suddenly shifting down to the floor at my feet. “Is it working?”

I allowed her to pull down my boxers and toss them to the side. “A little t—too well,” I replied, my voice faltering as she took my d**k, tip already glistening with precum, into her mouth.

I could barely think straight the way she was sucking me off—maintaining just the right amount of suction around me as she bobbed her head back and forth so that the pressure rose and rose from inside me. Just when I’d think I couldn’t take any more, she’d pause and slowly drag her tongue up the length of my shaft, or play with just the tip with her tongue and lips. I was drunk on the sensations and desperate for more. She kept doing that, edging me closer and closer before retreating back. I knew she was doing it on purpose—if she were to get me off fast, I’d be out a lot less cash—and I couldn’t help myself but let her.

Finally I found myself gripping the edge of the couch with all my strength, fighting to hold back the release. My body was aching for it, ready to let it all go. As if she could sense it, she didn’t stop sucking this time. She went faster and faster, pushing me closer and closer.

“Wait—ah—hold on, hold on,” I managed to croak out. She slowly released me from her mouth, licking the length of my shaft as she pulled back. I was so sensitive that almost made me let go. “You win. Get your ass up here.”

She stood up and in a second I had her on her back, spreading her legs open around me. I plunged inside her, amazed at how wet she was but not stopping to think long about it. I moved slowly, in and out, taking in the sensation, trying with all my willpower not to c*m just yet. I heard her chuckle, and looked down at her. She had her hand over her mouth and playful look in her eyes.

“What?!” I demanded.

“Sorry—you just. You had your eyes closed so tight it looked like it hurt.”

I grinned, slightly embarrassed. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d had my eyes screwed shut like that. I probably looked absurd. “You little…you can’t laugh at me while I’m literally f*****g you.”

She smiled and reached up to put her hand at the back of my neck, pulling me down until our faces almost touched. “Not a whole lot of f*****g happening at this precise moment,” she said, her voice low. “Better put your money where your mouth is.” I felt her start to gyrate her hips against me, clenching her muscles as she did so, making it hard to hold onto my ejaculation again. I felt my eyes roll back. The way she was moving felt so good, I couldn’t even respond by pounding into her. I held still, savoring the sensation. “That’s right,” she whispered. “You may be on top, but I’m running the show here. You can’t help yourself, can you?” s**t, even the way she was picking on me was getting me closer. She was right. I couldn’t help myself.

I felt her fingertips brush against my shaft. I opened my eyes again. She was touching herself. Oh god.

“I thought you might like that,” she said, breathlessly. “I could make you come now…or I could come and let you watch me first.” I could feel her walls tightening and her p***y getting even wetter, and the rhythm of her gyrations changing so my d**k hit a certain spot inside her that she seemed to like.

“Wait—“ I said weakly, barely able to protest because it all felt so good, and because I couldn’t comprehend how she was still managing to focus on edging me while getting herself off. “You can’t just—“ my words got lost in a long groan as she tucked her feet under my ass and pressed me even deeper into her.

I could feel her fingers rubbing slowly back and forth across her c**t, and as badly as I wanted to come, I had to let her go first. I could make her stop if I wanted to—we both knew that—but I didn’t want to. I’d set it up as a competition and she’d won. She’d get an orgasm out of riding my d**k and more money for the time it took to do it, and for some reason I was lapping up every second of it with hardly a protest.

I could feel her getting closer—and hear her getting closer as her moans grew louder and less measured, less like she was putting on a performance for me. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t think of anything clever to say to her, because as she was getting close, I could tell she was starting to rock her hips in a way that was getting me close too. She’d beat me there by the looks of it, but hopefully she wouldn’t make me wait long after.

I felt her body tense up, and she arched her back, and let out a moan that seemed to come from her core. She ground against me and rubbed her c**t faster and faster for what seemed like an eternity, but I was engrossed by watching her ride the wave of her climax.

Then, finally, she started moving in the way she knew I liked, faster and faster, not holding back. Until she did hold back, and what must have been a look of pure desperation on my face made her laugh again.

“Please—“ I gasped, “please.”

“Okay,” she replied, but only because you begged.”

She clenched the walls of her v****a and ground on me in a way that made me see stars. A few more stokes and I was there. I came, orgasming hard inside her until I was dry and out of breath. My arms gave way and I collapsed on top of her, burying my face in her hair. I was dripping with sweat and probably crushing her but I had no energy left to care.

“I don’t know what the f**k you just did to me,” I panted, “but I simultaneously hate you and want you to do it again.”

She laughed, wiggling herself out from underneath me. “Not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“I think you’re in the right line of work,” I deadpanned, making her chuckle again.

“I like to think so. You were fun.” She started playing with my hair. I absently wondered whether that was free.

“I was a simp,” I lamented.

“Yeah, you were. It was cute, though.”

“Is that why you do this?” I asked, propping myself up on an elbow and looking up at her. “To make ranked wolves melt all over you like that?”

She grinned. “I don’t think it’s that deep for me. But I think that’s why the same ranked wolves keep asking for my table—they want to melt all over someone. They have to be strong for their women, their packs, themselves…they don’t always get a chance to let go of control, to let someone else tell them what to do or make them beg for what they want in a setting that’s safe. I give them a place to be vulnerable, to be under someone’s thumb but not in any danger.” She shrugged. “Honestly for me, I feel like I do it because that’s a service I know I can provide and I like doing it. They’re the ones that come in with all the baggage. Not much more to it than that.”

I was dumbstruck at that. I didn’t want her to be right, but she was.

“Did I strike a nerve?” she asked.

“I’m trying to decide if I just had s*x or a therapy session.”

She threw her head back and laughed. If I wasn’t in my heart of hearts holding out for my mate, I’d have married her on the spot.