Page 22 of Delta (Alpha #12)

"Yes!" I cry. "God, yes."

He drops to his knees in front of me, staring up at me. "When you come for me, I want to hear you scream my name, all right?"

I nod.

"Tell me what I'm gonna hear when I make you come."

"I'm gonna scream your name."

"Yeah, you are." He flicks his tongue against my clit. "What's my name?"

"RUSH!"

He growls, one hand raking up my body to clutch at my tits, the other fitting under his chin, driving one finger and then two inside me.

His mouth fuses to my clit and for a few moments, it's all syrupy slow touches, his fingers slicking into and out of me in slow motion, his tongue lazily flitting against my clit.

When I buck and gyrate, he growls ravenously, and now there's no more teasing, no more games.

Just his mouth ravaging my clit, his fingers fucking my pussy and pinching my nipple. Helpless to stop myself, I knot my fingers in his hair and buck against his mouth.

"RUSH!" I cry, shaking as the orgasm builds to a wild crescendo. "Oh fuck…fuck. Fuck !”

Closer…closer—I'm rocking, bucking, grinding, wallowing in ecstasy as the orgasm starts to shatter through me.

And then he stops.

"FUCK!" I scream. "Rush, goddammit! I did everything you asked."

He's on his feet in front of me, ripping his shirt off. "Hands over your head, Gorgeous."

I move so fast the window shudders when my hands smack against it.

Lazily, he bends and unties his boots. Tosses them aside. Socks, next. His eyes hungry on my body, he flips open his fly, lowers the zipper. Steps out of his jeans. Shoves his underwear down and kicks them up, catches them, and tosses them aside.

He's naked, at long last.

And holy god, the view was worth the price of entry.

He's a god.

Truly.

Carved from marble, he's a sculpture of male perfection.

Thick, heavy muscles, hard, broad shoulders, massive arms, corded forearms. A rippling, shredded eight-pack.

Those fucking grooves at his obliques—I want to run my tongue along them, taste that huge hard cock that bobs at his belly, swaying with his breathing.

He steps close, cock nudging my belly. Whispers in my ear. "You want to come, Bryn?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please?"

"Then get on your knees and show me how that mouth looks wrapped around my cock."

I'm so pathetic. Quivering with need, I'm at a place of desperation where I'll do just about anything he asks.

I sink to my knees and eagerly, greedily capture his huge, hard cock in my hands.

And my god, what a magnificent instrument the man has.

Thick enough that my thumb and forefinger don't quite meet around his girth, it's just…

beautiful. Slightly lighter in shade than the rest of him, so long I can fit both hands around him one atop the other, and studded with delicious veins.

His balls are heavy and tight against his body, wreathed in closely-trimmed black body hair.

I give him a few introductory strokes with my hands, watching his face for reactions. His eyelids flutter at my touch, and his abs harden, pull in.

"Fuck," he growls. "As good as that feels, I asked for your mouth, love."

I wrap my lips around him, stretching my jaw to accommodate his massive size.

He groans in relief as I bob on him, taking more of him inch by inch.

His hands go to my hair, holding onto my head, guiding me, gently but insistently pressuring me lower.

He knows I can take him—and I do. I open my throat and take all of him—I start from the top, licking his tip, and then I wrap my lips around his glans and suckle there, and then I slowly take his length inch by inch, until his balls tap my chin.

I grab the hard bubble of his ass and gulp, breathe raggedly through my nose as I work his swollen, pulsing shaft with my throat.

With a rough snarl, he drags himself away from me, cock leaving my lips with a loud pop .

“ Now you can come," he growls in my ear.

He twists me to face the window, the movement rough and unapologetically aggressive. Cold glass crushes against my tits. Below, a clutch of people pass by, heedless of the view a few dozen feet up.

His fingers find my clit and swirl, swipe, and circle—plunge in, fuck deep. Pull out, smear against my clit. Drag teasingly up and down my seam, and then drive into my pussy, ripping a cry from me. All at once, I break apart, screaming his name.

"RUSH! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! RUSH!"

“That's it, Beautiful Bryn. Come for me. Come all over my fingers."

Three fingers inside me, he fucks me hard with them, thumb pressing against my clit, and then those fingers withdraw and drag my wetness against my throbbing clit, and I come all the harder.

"You on birth control?” he growls in my ear.

"Yes."

"You believe I'm clean?"

"Shut up and fuck me, Rush."

"God, you're amazing." He dips at the knees and I feel his cock nuzzle my entrance. "Put me inside you, Bryn."

I reach between my thighs and grasp his immense shaft and guide him to my pussy. Notching him just barely inside me, I twist my head to look at him over my shoulder. "It's been a while since I've been with anyone, and you're really fucking big, so be careful at first, okay?"

He doesn't answer me with words. Instead, he snags my hands and stretches them at arm's length overhead, using his body to press me flush against the cold glass of the window.

His lips press to my ear, and for a moment, I'm lost in sensation—there's nothing in the whole universe except Rush.

His massive body, hot skin, and hard muscles pressed up against me, my back to his front.

Chest to my spine, hips to my ass, thighs to my hamstrings.

That fat, plump head of his cock splitting my pussy apart.

His breath on my ear, his rough, powerful hands grasping mine.

He's imprisoning me between the window and his huge frame, and it makes me delirious with arousal and excitement.

"Is this how you want it, Bryn?" He rocks his hips a fraction, driving ever so slightly further inside me. "Slowly? Gently?"

I can only whimper, mainly because I'm desperate for more of him, for all of him. I tip my hips toward him, rocking in an attempt to get him deeper inside me.

Instead of giving me his whole length inside me, he teases another infinitesimal, fractional thrust. "Wouldn't want to hurt you, Beautiful Bryn. I want you to feel better than you've ever felt."

He writhes against me, abs tightening against my spine. His breath is rough in my ear, telling me he's more affected by his game than his casual, teasing tone implies.

"You want more, Gorgeous?"

" Yes, " I breathe. "More."

I'm aching for the rest of him, my pussy spasming to swallow his thick, hot, rigid length.

"Like this?" A thrust, but another small one. Not enough.

"More," I whisper.

"Is it gentle enough?"

"Don't be—" I start, and then he thrusts deeper, cutting me off. I start again. "Don't be an asshole, Rush. You know what I meant."

He rumbles a laugh, his chest vibrating against my back. "Well, never let it be said I don't listen. You said to be careful, so I'm being careful. If you want something different, all's you gotta do is ask, love."

"I need all of you inside me, Rush. Give me your cock. Please. All of it."

"Ahhh, god, fuck me, I thought you'd never ask.

" His mouth rests on my shoulder, and then his teeth sink into the ridge of muscle as he slides into me, inch by endless, massive inch.

God, it takes an eternity for him to fill me, and the more he does the more I ache, the more my pussy has to stretch to accommodate him. It's almost too much—almost.

He growls as he seats himself inside me, teeth digging into my skin and muscle. His hands crush-grip mine. After what feels like a thousand years, Rush is finally fully impaled inside my pussy.

"Rush!" I whimper. "You feel—oh god."

"Tell me, Beautiful Bryn. Tell me how I feel inside your hot, tight, wet, perfect little pussy." He thrusts against me, hips pushing against my ass cheeks to slide his cock just a little deeper. "Fuck, Bryn. Tell me how I feel. Tell me it's as good for you as it is for me."

"Rush, I—" I swallow, gasp, gagging on my ragged breath. "Fuck. Too good."

I'm dizzy, delirious, my knees weak—the only thing keeping me upright is Rush, his cock inside me, and his body all around me. I lift on my tiptoes, driving my hips forward, and I feel him slip out of me a few inches.

"That's it, Bryn, take me. Show me how you like it." His voice is raspy and rough, hoarse with strained need.

I let myself fall onto my heels, and he's driven into me to the hilt—we both groan in unison.

“Oh fuck , Bryn," he breathes. "It's like that, is it? That’s how you want it, ey?" He nips my earlobe—the man likes to bite, apparently. "Seems like you do like it a bit rough."

"Maybe," I groan. "Or maybe it's just you."

"You want it rough like that, then this won't be a long fuck. You feel so fucking good, Bryn. You want it rough, then I'm gonna come really fucking hard and really fucking fast."

"God, yes," I hiss, rocking my pussy around him. "Give it to me, Rush. Hard and fast."

He presses my hands flat against the glass. "Leave 'em there," he orders. I nod, but he doesn't let go. "Yes, Rush. Let me hear you, Beautiful."

“Yes, Rush."

Fuck, I shouldn't like this so much. I shouldn't secretly love being ordered around. I shouldn't be so close to orgasm, I'm shaking when he hasn't even thrust twice. But I am. I do love it. I'm getting off on submitting to him. Obeying him. It's fucking hot, and I don't know why.

Worry about that later.

For now, just enjoy being fucked.

His hands skate down my arms, tickle my armpits, and then cup my tits. "Love these tits, Bryn. Fucking perfect. Know why?"

"Why, Rush?"

He grips them and holds on tight, using them to pull me backward as he draws out and slams back into me. "Because they're perfect handholds for fucking you. Just the right size. A nice, plump handful each."

"Ohhhh, fuck. Fuck. Yes. So good, Rush."

He plunders my pussy like that for several minutes, then, and I lose track of time, thoughtless but for the gasp and groans of pleasure as he fucks me, his fat hard cock throbbing through me, pulsing inside me, stretching me to a glorious burn.

Each thrust is unhurried and measured, sliding into me until his hips clap against my ass, and then ending with him driving in that last inch or two with a hard push.

I feel myself rising to orgasm slowly—slowly.

Each slow, hard thrust takes me higher, until I'm shaking and shuddering, whimpering and whining, wanting to push into him to get him deeper, to take him harder, to make him fuck me faster.

But I can't. I'm helpless. Pinned against the glass, arms overhead, fucked up onto my toes, I have no leverage, no leeway for movement. All I can do is take what he gives me.

And what he's giving me is glorious—and not enough.

"Rush, goddammit, please. I'm so close."

"So'm I, sweet thing. But I'm not ready to be done yet."

"I need to move."

“You move, you'll make me come."

"I want it. I want you to come, Rush."

“Contrary to my name, though, I don't like to rush a good fuck. And you, Beautiful Bryn, are giving me the best fuck of my life."

I laugh. "You don't have to—oh god, oh fuck—you don't have to flatter me, Rush. I'm a sure thing at this point."

He laughs, a rough bark of amusement. "You're funny, you are. But I'm bein' serious. You feel—" he cuts off with a grunt as he delivers another hard thrust, his hips slapping my ass. "So—fucking— good . Taking all the control I have to not cut loose and fuck you so hard your teeth rattle."

"Don't tease me with what you won't deliver, Rush."

His laugh is predatory, dark, dangerous. "Ohhhh, love. Now you’ve done it."