Fated: An Alpha Male Romance (7 page)

“Do…what?” The muscle in my dick tugged. It knew it was being acknowledged.

“Let me show y—”

“No.” I brushed my lips across her jawline. “Tell me what you want to do.”

She looked at me as though I’d suddenly put on a ski mask and was wielding a knife.

“I, uh, want to perform —”

“Tell me what you want to do to me, Alexandra. The words aren’t going to bite you and saying them won’t change the way I see you.”

She huffed, and I found myself wanting to use the word “cute” again. It was amazing that a few words could cause her this much distress most likely because it had been ingrained in her that they weren’t “ladylike,” and using them would cause her to lose her self-respect. But, my fingers were in her pussy past the knuckle. It was ridiculous to be offended by alphabet letters at this point.

“Alle,” I traced her ear with my tongue, “tell me what you want to do to me. I want to hear it. Never be afraid to be who you want to be with me.”

She looked at me with alluring, glossy eyes and her grip on my shoulders tightened.

“I…want…your dick. In my mouth. Crap. That sounded awful.”

I groaned and then chuckled. “Sounded fine to me. Just know that this will be the last time you’ll need to ask.”

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Alexandra

He eased onto this back and I licked my lips. His erection stood proud and massive in front of me like a beautiful monument. I was apprehensive about starting because of my lack of experience, but I’d just told him that I wanted “his dick in my mouth.” I couldn’t back out of my newfound bravery.

I pulled in a deep breath and quickly took him into my mouth, fitting in as much of the thick, wonderful appendage as I possibly could. He sucked air through his teeth and I looked up from my task, hoping that I hadn’t hurt him. Instead, his eyes were closed and he settled, giving me full control.

I slid my mouth down over his shaft, using my hands to take in what my mouth couldn’t, and making sure to get his shaft nice and wet with each bob. He moaned and brushed his hand across my cheek before it found its way behind my head. When I felt him gently guide my head and his hips pump, I moaned along with him.

“Shit…Alle.”

Something about the way he’d used my name turned me on considerably.

I moved up to his cockhead and pressed my thumb against the base. I rapidly flicked my tongue along the tip and then sucked it hard between my lips. His hips lifted from the mattress and I realized how much I loved having him in my mouth. As much as I’d thought about oral sex and wanted to do it, I was never really quite sure that I would enjoy it.

In college, my friends had talked about it as though penises were the bane of their existence. Choruses of “I would never do it” and “It’s nasty” were always chimed whenever a brave soul would dare to bring up the topic. Of course, it would always be about some “other woman” that they’d heard had done it, or about a “friend” that had read about it in a Zane novel. The subsequent discussion about the “disgusting penis” would be followed up with how their perceptions of these women had changed because they’d condoned this type of behavior. Fellatio. The way they’d talked about it, you would have sworn it was going to bring about the Apocalypse.

I’d chime in with a half-hearted “yeah” or “me neither” while images of bringing a strong man to his knees using only my mouth danced in the back of my head. I’d engulfed those Zane books like nourishment while hiding them from my friends behind the Jane Austen and Charlotte Brontë titles on my bookshelf. My relationship with Roderick never gave me the opportunity to venture that far out into my sexuality, but now, I wanted to taste Ethan at every opportunity.

There was a grimace on his face that was situated along the border of pleasure. I sucked on his head and then took in the rest of his dick again, quieting my gag reflex until I felt his tip along the back of my throat. It made absolutely no sense that I could get this aroused by doing something that had no direct effect on my body, but the feeling of him pulsing on my tongue, his gentle guiding of my head, and his deep, guttural groans had me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

I knew that he was ready to pay me back for my mouth’s torture when he started to pull away. I let his length slip slowly from my mouth, kissing his head when he was fully out. The moisture from my mouth had him glistening like a jewel, and his eyes were glazed over and turbulent. I decided to try another bold step and walked on all fours to the center of the bed. He stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes trailing over my body several times over. I fought the urge to feel overly vulnerable or exposed.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, ripping open a golden foil wrapper and positioning himself behind me. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”

Then, he grabbed my hips and plunged inside me, filling my entire crevice with his frustration.

I bit my lip and he shook his head. “Scream, Alle.”

The first time I could have justified as a mistake, but I’d followed this man to his house and stripped completely naked on my way up his stairs. I hadn’t even thought about how irrational that had been or what if I’d walked in on him and the gorgeous date he’d brought to the fundraiser. Ever since that night in my office, I’d been on autopilot. All of my inhibitions, everything that had prevented me from crossing the threshold of our work friendship, dissolved the minute he placed his hands on my shoulders. I was too far gone to turn back and one-hundred percent sure that I didn’t want to. Being with Ethan was the first time in my life that I felt like I could be sensual and desired without regret.

He pulled my back into his chest and kissed me behind my ear. I could feel my climax building, and my body went on high alert to prepare for the crash. I felt him growing firmer inside me, signaling that he was also near. Then, he reached around and rolled my nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

There was no going back. Ever. I just wasn’t sure what going forward meant for me and my relationship with Roderick. However, I had no current plans to let Ethan go.

I couldn’t let him go.

I released my lip and cried out as each pump of his pelvis met the soft curve of my ass. A heated surge shot between my legs like an arrow headed for its target. At that moment, I let go of everything: Roderick, my parents, my good girl image, everything…and focused on the electric, rippling orgasm tearing me apart from the inside out. I shattered as my climax arrived, and Ethan tugged me close to his body, his added warmth extending the feeling into a transcendental bliss. He kissed my jaw and my temple, and then pressed his forehead into the back of my head as I heard his grunting conclusion wash over him.

I knew that everything wouldn’t fall perfectly into place, and my decision to continue finding myself with my legs wrapped around him would almost certainly lead to disaster, but my current voice of reason was the size of a pea. I was going to have Ethan and no amount of regret, fear, or foreboding was going to stop me from doing just that.

Alexandra

I broke out into a cold sweat as I unwrapped my Christmas present from Roderick. The gift was small,
jewelry-box
small, and he watched on with a sense of impatience that made me extremely uncomfortable. I was sitting in the middle of my parents’ two story colonial, muscles sore from several unapologetic rounds with Ethan the night before, and praying that there was not a ring box inside.

“You’re moving too slowly, Alexandra,” my father urged.

I looked around the room. Both my parents looked hopeful, but Eli and Gia looked the same as I did — like a deer caught in headlights in that last moment before it was unexpectedly struck on an isolated road. Kai was in the corner, preoccupied by her mountain of gifts, and Grandma Evelyn was upstairs sleeping off a headache.

“Do they know what’s in here?” I asked Roderick.

“No,” he answered. “Hurry up.”

I pulled away the wrapping paper until only the gift box was left. I lifted off the top and bile rose to the back of my throat when I saw a black, leathery square inside. A few months ago, my heart would have been pounding in anticipation for the day that I’d waited on for years. The day that meant that I was on the path to fulfilling the destiny that had been chosen for me. Now, all I could think was “
please, no.
”

I overturned the box so that the slightly smaller one inside fell into my palm. Gia groaned and locked a nervous vise-grip onto Eli’s leg. Roderick shot her a look and very discreetly, she flipped him off. His face flushed and he shook his head as though he’d just chastised a hoodlum.

I opened the cover.

Diamond studs. Earrings.

“Oh, how beautiful,” my mother gasped, moving over to sit on the floor next to me. Before she did, I noticed her eyes move in my father’s direction. He gave a curt nod, and then she situated herself beside me and tucked her legs underneath her body.

“I noticed that you’d been coveting these earrings for a few months now,” Roderick spoke up.

“Aren’t these the same ones that you’d called juvenile?” I asked, trying not to show too much relief that it was not an engagement ring.

“I will admit that I was wrong,” he answered. “At first, I did think that they were beneath us. Studs are for little girls. Pearls are for women. But the governor’s wife was wearing some the other day, so I realized that it would be okay for you to wear them too.”

I popped them in my ear. “Thank you, Rick. How do they look? Do you like them?”

“They will grow on me.”

“You look beautiful, Alle,” Eli offered.

I smiled.

“Well, it’s time for breakfast,” my mother announced, pushing up from the floor. “Come on, everybody.” She held out her hand. “Kai, come on.”

Kai skipped over and grabbed my mother’s hand before they disappeared into the kitchen. Eli, Gia, and Roderick followed suit, but my father lingered behind. I knew that a lecture was coming, but as usual, I had no clue what it would be about.

I began to push myself up from the floor simply to get him to start talking. If not, I’d be sitting under five minutes of his quiet, intense scrutiny. My father was like a less approachable version of Colin Powell in stature, presence, and appearance, rounded out with a James Earl Jones voice.

“Sit down, Alexandra.”

I returned to the floor. “What did I do, Daddy?”

“Don’t Daddy me.” His frown burrowed deeper. “You know what you did.”

“Ok. Well, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You had that man worried sick, Alexandra!”

My brain was still trying to piece everything together. “Who was worried sick? What is this about?”

“Roderick told me that the last couple of days, the two of you have been periodically out of contact. That is inexcusable.”

“Because I wasn’t feeling well and was spending time with Gia and Kai,” I lied. “I called him back.”

“What has gotten into you, Alexandra? We’re used to you returning your phone calls, even when you’re at work, in under thirty minutes. Now, hours go by and it’s as though you’ve disappeared off the face of the Earth.” He pointed to the earrings. “Those are your fault.”

I could feel myself wanting to submit, but something inside of me was fighting it. “My earrings are my fault? What does that even mean?”

“It means that if you’d been on your best behavior, that would have been an engagement ring,” he explained.

“Daddy, no offense, but my so-called disappearances happened two days ago. I’m pretty sure that Roderick bought these earrings way before that.”

He squeezed his forehead. “Do not sass me and for God’s sake, whatever you do, please do not turn into your sister. I do not have room for two disappointments.”

I jumped to my feet. “What is this thing
that you and Mother have against Gia? How do you think it makes her feel when you two continuously call her a disappointment because she’s not, I don’t know, a robot?”

“Watch your tone, young lady.”

“Daddy, you’re about twenty-three years too late if you think you’re talking to a five-year old.”

His lips parted as though I’d just told him I’d been secretly plotting, for years, to kill him in his sleep, then his jaw clenched as he poised his towering height over me. Again, I wanted to recoil, but a small fire in me refused to be extinguished.

“Don’t let it happen again,” he threatened. “And, heaven help me, if I find out that there’s another man involved, I promise you that you
both
will regret it.”

Then, he was gone.

Grandma Evelyn appeared from the direction of the kitchen. Our eyes met and she opened her arms. I walked right into them.

“It’s all noise right now,” she said, squeezing me. “Give it time. It will all make sense. You will be happy. The seed has been planted, my dear.”

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Ethan

Christmas for me consisted of stopping by to hang out with my grandfather at his assisted living facility, and then heading over to spend the holiday with the same group of friends that I’ve been celebrating with over the years. Over time, the group had grown and shrank accordingly as people married and had children, but we’d all somehow still managed to remain close. 

This year, we were celebrating both the Christmas holiday as well as the departure of one of my best friends, Kellen Edwards. He was joining the Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta network as the Associate Director of Pediatrics at Piedmont Hospital. It was an amazing opportunity and we were all happy for him, but we also knew that the tumultuous end of his last relationship was forcing him out of Louisiana.

I walked through the door and a series of cheers went up. Someone took my coat and scarf while simultaneously placing a champagne flute in my hand. The man of the hour pulled away from a conversation and made his way over to me.

“Took you long enough,” Kellen said, smiling from his hazel eyes as we slapped hands. “On behalf of everyone here, Merry Christmas, and we appreciate you taking a break from diving in a sea of pussy to come and celebrate with us.”

An image of Alexandra flashed behind my eyes and I forced it out before I spent the rest of the evening consumed by thoughts of her. I’d already picked up my phone several times to call her but was able to effectively talk myself out of it each time. I didn’t want to turn into one of those men who had a hard time remaining behind the boundaries of a sexual relationship. However, I usually didn’t have to try so hard not to be.

“Well, it’s low tide,” I replied. “I’ll be back in it soon enough.”

He laughed, one of the first genuine ones I’d seen in the few months since he and his ex-girlfriend Trisha split.

Kellen wore his heart on his sleeve and was attracted to broken women, a combination that was almost always certain to end in disappointment. He was the Donald Trump of emotional foundations. His M.O. was that he would spend an enormous amount of time and waste an egregious amount of money trying to “repair” women who usually had no clue that they were broken in the first place, no matter how obvious the problem was. Trisha, however, had taken the cake.

She’d been a habitual cheater, recreational drug user, and had a personality that rewrote the definition of the word “selfish,” but Kellen had somehow still come to the conclusion that her promiscuity was a result of growing up with an absentee father. So, he’d worked with her despite the relationship being so bad in private that its toxicity eventually seeped out onto the surface and into our faces.

She’d put him down constantly, but he would just laugh off the insults. She would go missing for hours and return without giving an explanation, but his questioning would end the minute her panties came down. More than once, she’d spent over a thousand dollars on his credit card and never revealed what she’d bought. That, Kellen had also laughed off as a negligible expense as long as they were working on her “transformation.” However, not many men existed who could forgive their girlfriend for having a threesome with two men in the expensive bed that they’d bought her, and on the night of the anniversary dinner that she’d claimed to have forgotten about.

That night marked the definitive end to the relationship, and he’d subsequently gotten so drunk that his incoherent text messages had dragged a few of us over to his condo for an amateur wellness check. We’d found him on the ground, face down with only a sip left in a bottle of Roble Viejo rum, listening to Marsha Ambrosius on repeat.

That had actually been the most surprising part of the entire night. We’d already expected to find Kellen piss drunk and depressed after deciphering the texts detailing how he’d caught Trisha in the act. What was surprising was that we’d assumed he’d be listening to a melodic guitar solo reminiscent of his ancestral heritage which hailed from Spain and France. Instead, he’d taken the time to put together a soulful “I’m depressed and my girlfriend’s a whore,” playlist sometime between getting home and passing out.

But, all in all, it was nice to have my friend back…for the time being. There’d be another woman soon enough. I only hoped that he eventually found one that, although broken, still had just enough love left not only for herself, but for him as well.

Someday.

A few more friends maneuvered over to us and before long, we were all caught up in old stories about embarrassing moments from our pasts, both recent and decades old. I listened on, laughing and enjoying a moment to unwind with good people. Yet, even with the professional decorations and large tree in the middle of the room, it still didn’t feel quite like Christmas.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and a picture of Alexandra that I’d taken while she was dozing (
I still can’t believe that I did some stalker shit like that
) popped up. I excused myself from the group and stepped out onto a nearby terrace.

“Hey Alle,” I greeted, using the nickname that Evelyn had offered. The glaze of her eyes the first time I’d used it had been reinforcement enough for making it a permanent part of my vocabulary.

“Merry Christmas, Ethan,” she answered, with a nervous laugh.

“Merry Christmas to you too.”

“Did you get everything you wanted?”

My dick pulsed awake. “Not…everything.”

We paused, no doubt imagining the same thing.

“I don’t really know why I called,” she admitted, with another nervous laugh. “I’m still over here at my folks’ house. We’re getting ready to watch
The Polar Express
with Kai.”

“I’m glad you called either way,” I replied. “I’m at a Christmas-slash-friend’s going away party.”

“Oh, please don’t let me distract you.”

“I can’t think of a better distraction than you, Alle.”

Her laugh seemed to grow even more nervous and I wanted to know what was making her uneasy. Was Roderick in the other room? Did I make her uncomfortable? Did she think I was lying about the things I had said to her? Because even though they were completely out of character for me, I’d never spoken truer words.

“Do me a favor,” I redirected. “I volunteer in an after school program down at the Ninth Ward Village neighborhood center with high school students interested in science and medicine. I’m doing a food science segment next week. Come with me.”

“And, uh, do what?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just be with me.”

I couldn’t tell if the quick breath of air was an uneasy inhale or an exhale, but the word cute popped up again.

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll come.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Alle.”

“You’re welcome, Ethan. Have a wonderful evening.”

“Same to you.”

I hung up just as Kellen popped his head out onto the terrace, the wild look in his eyes a clear indication of his descent into inebriation. Tayler Diaz, another one of our friends who practiced pediatric oncology in North Carolina, grabbed his forearm and tried to pull him back inside. One of her curly dreadlocks had fallen from her updo, evidence of the continuing struggle that she’d had with the man she treated like a little brother.