Alphas on the Prowl (39 page)

Chapter Six

Krissy felt nervous the whole time she was out. She kept expecting to see James lurking behind the shelves in the store, waiting to pounce. She was relieved the moment she was back inside her apartment, locking the door behind her. After piling the groceries on her kitchen counter, she silently approached her bedroom door. Opening it a crack, she could see Derek, now sleeping on his back. She was amused to see he’d woken up enough to get undressed and slip between the sheets. So, he was making himself right at home, was he? Maybe she should show him just how at home he could feel.

Quietly walking over to the bed, Krissy sat down beside Derek, running her hands over his strong chest and broad shoulders. She leaned over to blow his light sprinkling of chest hair, smiling in contentment. Unaware he was watching her through eyes half-open, she entertained herself by running her hands over his entire torso.

Derek startled her when he suddenly grabbed her upper arms, pulling her in close and moving his hips so his hardening cock pressed into her side, letting her know what effect she was having on him. Getting the reaction she had been after, Krissy leaned farther in to tentatively kiss his lips, increasing the strength as she felt him get harder. He pulled her over to straddle him, just like the night before, only this time she had more maneuverability, grinding against him. Her arms still in his strong grip, she raked her nails across his chest as far as she could. He broke the kiss with a lusty growl, which she answered with an impish grin.

Releasing her arms, he trailed his fingers down to grab her hips, grinding their pelvises together, resulting in a moan from her, a throaty sound full of desire. Krissy knew she’d made the right choice in wearing a skirt. She was not going anywhere until she’d had her fun. Slowly taking her blouse off in a strip tease, she watched Derek’s eyes hungrily track her movements. Once the blouse was off she casually dropped it to the floor, before reaching to the front of her bra, unclipping it to teasingly lower the straps one at a time, sliding them over her shoulders and down her bare arms little by little. As her breasts were freed, he let go of her hips and traced his way back up her stomach to cup the tanned globes in his warm hands, rubbing her hard, dusky nipples between his fingers. Shivers raced each other up and down her spine and she could feel her panties getting damper by the second as her arousal grew.

“So, what’s this for, Krissy?” He growled, the sound vibrating through his entire body and into hers.

“Can’t a girl just have some fun?” Krissy playfully pouted, head tilted. He raised his eyebrow, so she continued. “What can I say? I didn’t get enough of you last night. I wanted to try the whole dish, not just have a taste test.”

“I do believe I was the one doing the tasting, sweetheart.” Derek grinned as she put her hands on her hips. “I’m certainly not complaining about the wakeup call. I just don’t want it to be some kind of obligation after last night, or – well, you know – before.”

Krissy frowned and shook her head. “Let’s not talk about that right now. I just want to get as much of you as I can.” She leaned in for another deep kiss before he could say another word, grinding her hips as she did so. His moan in her mouth told her he was happy to forget about everything that wasn’t her on top of him.

His hands moved around to her back, holding her close, barely giving her the space to move back once more. “So, when is this sheet going to be removed from between us? We can’t give in to ecstasy with it still covering your waist.”

“You’re the one sitting on me, so I guess it’s up to you.” Derek was all sass and cheek with his wink and crooked grin. His glee was catching, and she felt a chuckle bubble up.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Krissy backed her way down his legs, like a panther prowl in reverse. Grabbing the sheet covering his groin with her teeth, she dragged it to the side, exposing him in all his hard glory. The gentle glide of the sheet prompted a quiet groan, making her wish she had a feather tickler, guessing it would send him wild. Gently kissing her way back up his legs, nibbling the tender flesh of his inner thighs, she made do with her natural tools: her delicate hands with manicured nails, her plump lips and tender tongue.

Turning around to give him her firm ass cheeks to play with, she lightly ran her nails across his scrotum and up his shaft, reaching the highly sensitive head. He grabbed the inner thigh of her right leg, clutching the smooth muscles like a life raft. Using her left hand for support, she gave him a clear view as she leaned down and gently licked her way along his length, followed by the gentle caress of her nails. Focusing their attention on his testicles, she reached the tip and flicked her tongue against it, enjoying his shuddering response.

Creating a fulcrum with her right thumb, she continued stroking his balls as she took him into her warm mouth, inching her way down slowly. As she hoped he would, Derek flipped her short skirt up, slapping her ass cheek, and grabbing a firm hold of the soft flesh. Krissy moaned in delight, sending vibrations along his hard cock. He gripped her cheek even harder. Despite the abuse she’d received at the hand of James, she enjoyed a bit of rough play in the bedroom. It brought out the untamed, sexual side of her.

She hummed a nonsense tune while she kept up her nails giving caressing attention to his scrotum. Varying her speed, Krissy started bobbing her head along the length of his shaft, flicking her tongue whenever she reached the tip. With another stinging slap across her ass, she felt Derek move his fingers around to explore her moist folds, slipping a finger inside her. Massaging her hard nub with his thumb, he began to flick her pleasure spot with a finger, turning her humming into moans of pleasure. She felt him reach over with his right hand to grab her leg, pulling her to straddle his face. Krissy joyfully obeyed.

Settling her hips over his face, she resumed her licking and bobbing. He reached under her to massage her breasts, one at a time with his right hand, while he darted his left fingers inside her before holding her pink folds apart for his tongue. When his warm tongue started to caress her clit, her knees just about gave out. With him alternating between gently blowing and licking her slick skin, she was soon soaring in a haze of pleasure.

Not to be outdone, Krissy grasped the bottom of his cock, moving her hand up to meet her lips as she lowered her head, and then away as she bobbed back up to the tip. Minutes passed as they tried to best the other. The fierce competition soon had toes wiggling and hips squirming. Pulling back at the same time as Derek, Krissy climbed off to look at him properly, only for him to grab her upper arms again, drawing her in close for another passionate kiss.

“Damn, woman. That is one mouth I can’t get enough of. However, I want to be inside you.” Derek’s growl made her sexual inner beast howl. Her need for him grew, pushing her close to the edge. She dared to lay claim on his lips, holding his bottom lip gently but forcefully between her teeth. He hungrily matched her stare, allowing her to play the dominant bitch. With him now underneath her, submissive, she released his lip. She straightened up to wriggle her panties down over her hips and kicking them to the side. Swinging her leg over to straddle him once again, Krissy gyrated her hips, grinding against his shaft.

Derek reached for her hips, clearly wanting to lift her up enough to slip in, but she backed away and snarled, not letting him take the lead – not this time.

“And I thought I was scary,” he murmured.

Krissy relaxed when he put his hands behind his head. She prowled back up and rubbed against him again, re-igniting the heat. Leaning down, she licked and toyed with his nipples, still rubbing her clit along his shaft, lubricating it with her own juices. She waited a few more moments, making him squirm, enjoying the power. Lifting her hips above his cock, she leaned forward to claim his lips again, holding his wrists together with one hand, lifting his shaft straight and leaning down to tease the head.

Krissy watched as the hunger in his eyes grew, the irises darkened, knowing he could just thrust up but he didn’t dare. She instructed him to close his eyes, crouching down to rub his head against her opening. A few seconds later, she got bored with just teasing, and quickly lowered herself, taking his whole length in one fluid movement. They both gasped with pleasure as she paused, allowing them to enjoy the moment.

Suddenly, she decided she wanted Derek to have some control. “Grab my hips, Derek. I want you to hold my hips and start the rhythm.”

Keen to oblige, he reached out, moving his hands down her sides before taking firm hold of her hips, slightly raising them. Once Krissy had moved her legs into a balanced squat, placing her palms on his chest for support, he began a slow rhythm of thrusts, alternating between deep and shallow. She soon started to move her hips in circular motions so his cock touched all of her inner walls. Her toes curled and she bit her lip, enjoying the sensation. He stepped up the pace, and she stopped pivoting her hips, instead moving one of his hands toward her begging clit while she reached down behind her to stroke his balls. She knew he was feeling the same electric jolt of pleasure shoot through him that she was as he started to gently roll her bud between two fingers.

Raking the nails of her free hand down his chest, she took over the rhythm, knowing neither one of them would last much longer with this much of a lead up. She quickly lowered herself to the base of his shaft then back up, pausing for a few moments at the tip, before repeating it all over again. Derek gave up trying to play with her clit with her jerky movements, making her growl, but once he grabbed her breasts and focused the same rolling attention on her nipples, she resumed her thrusts.

As he spread his knees, she followed suit and they were both left breathless by the new angle and depth of penetration. Krissy dropped to her knees, tucking her ankles beneath his thighs like anchors and began rocking back and forth, working both her g-spot and rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone. Still paying attention to his balls, she felt the moment before his orgasm hit as the skin covering them contracted, simultaneous to her own explosion of satisfaction. Barely in control, she continued to rock a slowing rhythm, milking every last drop from both of them.

For several minutes, Krissy stayed on his lap, feeling his shaft relax inside her, before leaning forward for a grateful kiss. She dropped sideways to the bed, her left leg still sprawled across his body, and nestled her head in his shoulder. Holding her leg, he rolled to face her.

“That was one hell of a wake up, Krissy. You might just be spoiling me with a ride like that.”

Reaching up to run her hands through his hair, she smiled through heavy lids, feeling sleepy now that she’d had her fun. A rumble from her stomach reminded her neither of them had eaten lunch, so with a sigh, she sat up.

“While you were sleeping, I ducked down to the store and bought some ingredients. I thought we could make pizza for dinner but I think it might be just as welcome for lunch. Just let me have a quick shower – you’re welcome to join me – and then we can get to it.”

His stomach growled in response, so they both got up and she led the way to the shower. The hot water felt wonderful as it beat against her back, and Derek took it upon himself to lather up her front. She turned around, and as the water washed the soap away, he came in close. She smiled as it occurred to her that he hadn’t quite had his fill of her. Lifting her right leg so her foot rested on the side of the tub, she leaned back into him. His right hand caressed her breasts as his left hand traveled down to stroke her clit once more.

Krissy was glad she had a non-slip mat as Derek’s right foot joined hers. She felt him slide in once again and moaned. He gave her the bath puff sponge, before grabbing her hand and moving it down to rub it against her clit, providing a different texture and putting himself in control. The water sluiced over her hot skin as he gently thrust from behind. She’d always wanted to try shower sex, and finally that fantasy was reality. She had thrills never before felt as water ran in rivulets between her breasts and he moved her hand with the sponge in slow circles, offering a new type of friction.

She thought the hot ride only a few minutes ago had worn her out. Krissy didn’t expect to be up for a second round so soon, but the wonders of a new experience rapidly had her gasping for more and Derek took it as permission to start pumping faster. The soap gave him ease of movement and she relished the power he was able to put behind his thrusts. Krissy pushed back into him, lifting her right leg higher. Standing on tiptoes, she moved it over his, opening herself up even more to him. Her eyes closed, embracing the moment, she felt his left arm snake around her, letting her lean into him further.

Moments later, as he started breathing harshly and thrusting faster, the tingling started in her toes, swiftly moving up her legs and once again they both started moaning as waves of pleasure washed over them, less intense than the first time, but they were still racked with a strong sense of satisfaction.

Derek took the sponge back and stepped away to return to washing Krissy’s body, this time with slower, heavier strokes. The second orgasm had exhausted their sexual tension for now, so they focused on washing each other. She turned to face him, rinsing the soap from her back, and leaned up to wrap her arms around his neck, planting a tender kiss, staking her claim gently this time. As he moved her damp hair away from her face, she studied his. Unless she’d seen it for herself, she never would have guessed something dark lurked deep within this man.