Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set (12 page)

Six more meetings?

Charli exchanged a bewildered glance with Matthew. That was a lot of further encounters Draken was committing to. It suggested today had been a test, and she had passed with flying colors.

Because—
six
.

Matthew's brows rose and held there for a good five seconds. Otherwise, he gave no indication that his cousin's request was unusual in any way. "Sure thing, Draken."

"If you want to lock your office," Draken added, "you and Sally can get some
work
done there. I won't tell your mother."

"I may do that," Matthew said, smiling at Sally.

"Six meetings," Charli whispered after the two left the office and the door clicked shut. "Are you sure about that?"

"That I want you as mascot for Almatto Tech Sport? Absolutely." Draken headed over to the door. "Your performance today was phenomenal, and it'll only get better. I'm thinking six at least. More if you continue to show yourself up to the challenge."

Her teeth clamped down on her lip. "Mr. Almatto, it's a lot to fit into my schedule. To fit into
your
schedule."

He turned the lock, then began striding toward her. "I have every confidence you'll work it out with Matthew."

"Speaking of Matthew, " she chattered nervously, "I had no idea you and he were related. Do you—"

But Draken was already shoving Charli down to her knees. "Tell you what, beautiful. You can discuss anything you want another time. Right now my dick is going in your mouth."

Charli's mouth opened, but only in amazement as she was faced with Draken's cock, which he had just pried out of his slacks.

Hel
lo
, Mr. E. Normous.

Long, thick, and smooth beyond any cock she'd seen in real life or on film. His clear pre-ejaculate shone on the tip. All framed by soft auburn curls and heavy balls that were drawn up tight to his groin.

"Okay, Mr. Almatto," she breathed. "Okay, you...you...I thought we were going to..."

He cut her off with a sigh. "Fuck. Yeah. So I fuck you like this and you can watch my dick spray all over your pussy. I need the edge off. Suck it now, Charli, because if you don't I'm calling someone who will."

Outrage stiffened her spine. "Well go ahead, do that! Call some other woman!" She planted a foot on the floor to rise.

He made a laughing-growling sound, pushing her down again. "I don't
want
another woman. For fuck's sake, you're lucky I didn't order this in front of my staff. This is what every cock in the room wanted by the time you were ramming in that plastic toy with your mouth gaping wide. Now
open
."

Obediently her mouth made a large "O". When Draken gave orders, no matter how demeaning, her neurons apparently had to obey, pride be damned.

She expected him to push his way between her lips, but he just stood there fully dressed in that elegant tan suit, holding out his cock to her, well, cockily.

Reluctantly, she took it. And once she had it in hand, she didn't know what to do with it.

"Charli..." It was a warning growl.

"You're excessively tall," she said, craning her neck to show him. "Maybe if I sat on a chair..."

"No. Figure it out," he said. "I want you down there, Ms. Fontina, right where you are. Right now."

He expected her to crouch and contort her body in uncomfortable ways to take him in her mouth? What a brute.
So why does it make you wild?
"Okay, then, fine, but—"

"Dick," he said succinctly. "In mouth."

What he didn't know, couldn't know, was that Charli
had
given a blow job before. Once. Drunk.

Other than that...nothing.

But she could do this. She got to her feet and bent at the hips in a half-crouch, like a football player about to go "Hut!" with her butt out in the air. Grasping the shaft firmly by the fingers, she gave it a tug and a squeeze—and was startled when the whole thing expanded magically in her hand.

Holy shit, and you thought he was long before
.

She blew the hair away from her glasses and squinted up at him. He was staring impatiently down at her, looking pretty savage with lips drawn back, nostrils flared and teeth bared.

Wow
.

"I'm at my limit," he bit out. "You're fucking gorgeous and my cock's about to rip off my fucking body. Eat it, Ms. Fontina—unless you like it messy."

Shit
.

Don't panic. You had three whiskey sours inside you when you did it before and it seemed to work. You can do this
.

She pulled his shaft down cautiously, as if it might explode. Delicately, her mouth opened over the bulbous head. She was surprised by the feel of velvet meeting slick satin as her tongue tasted droplets of semen.

Now what? Following impulse, Charli licked around the rim of the glans, then closed her lips wetly over the very tip. She considered her options, then stuck out her tongue and lightly lapped at the slit.

That surprised a stream of curses from him. His large hands clasped her head. "Are you fucking teasing me?"

"N—no," she mumbled, shaking her head.

He groaned, "Charli, please tell me you've done this before. Don't tell me this is your first time sucking it."

"Second," she said, withdrawing on a gulp.

He hissed in air, then blew it out. "Right. Baby, I need you to let me fuck your mouth fast and quick. Open wide, cover your teeth with your lips, and keep your tongue down until I'm all in."

She felt silly doing it, but she did, shifting position in her half-squat.

"Good. That's beautiful. Perfect." He guided her jaw, then he took his cock and slipped it into her gape. "I'm going to fuck you to the back of your throat. You'll have to try to hold it open with the muscles there, or it won't be any good for you at all. Ready, darling?"

She nodded slightly and reached up to adjust her glasses, which had slipped down her nose. He began to insert his shaft into her mouth.

Almost immediately she gagged. He exhaled and pulled out of her.

"Sorry," she gasped. "I was just surprised. You're, uh, you're really, uh, hugely, uh..."

"Yeah," he said roughly. "It's okay. You can do it. I know it for a fact. Open. Keep your tongue down—there you go." He inserted himself and drove slowly forward.

So he knows it for a fact!
Charli fumed. How many women had sucked him off in his lifetime? Hundreds. Maybe thousands. Which made her utterly expendable.

Pathetic. For a moment there she'd actually convinced herself he was interested in
her
. Despite what he'd said.

Whatever. He wasn't important to her, either. And she'd go ahead and tell him that, only her mouth was full.

And getting fuller. He kept moving forward until she could feel him at the back of her tongue. Her talking orifice was completely stuffed. That was bizarre enough; Charli made a distressed sound when she saw he wasn't remotely all the way in.

"You're doing fine," he said, sounding slightly strained. "Now I'm going to thrust for a minute and then I'm coming hard. There'll be a lot. A fucking pail of it. You'll swallow all of it, every drop. And then, Charli, lovely Charli, you just keep licking me until I tell you to stop."

Charli nodded as well as she reasonably could, filled with a mega swollen dick. She was gripped by anxiety. What if he didn't fuck her after all? What if he just wanted her to suck him all evening? Could her sex stand not to be filled again by Draken's cock after waiting all this time?

Where's your pride, Charli girl?

Sucking on Draken Almatto's cock, stupid.

And then the thoughts flew out of her head because he did what he'd said he would. He fucked her head.

She expected to suffer it, practically wanted to suffer it. And that's how it should have gone.

Because he treated her basically like a receptacle. He was perfunctory, businesslike. Intent on reaching his goal, he clamped his hands over her ears, forcing her skull into the position he wanted while he rammed into her.

But it didn't happen like that. She only gagged a little bit. And instead of suffering, her mouth seemed to have a direct line to her pussy, and each rough pass of his cock yanked it. She crouched there with her mouth open and yearned. Yearned for Draken's cock in her pussy.

She peered up to find his blue eyes fixed on her. He smirked, straightened her glasses, and tweaked the tip of her nose.

All without pausing his thrusts.

Then he was warning, "I'm coming, open your throat, oh yes
fuck!
" and she immediately widened her throat and felt him drive in again and again, spurting into her mouth with several harsh grunts. She remembered she was supposed to swallow everything and made herself slurp his ejaculate when it spilled over.

Not too messy. Just a little trickling down her chin. She wiped that up with her hand, then licked her hand.

Every drop.

She'd done it!

Only after he was spent did his grip loosen. She looked wistfully at the buttons of his shirt where his jacket was hanging open, wishing she could see the muscles she knew layered his abs. His being fully clothed was a torment and a turn-on.

"Fantastic," he murmured, his deep voice now mellow. "Matthew's right, Ms. Fontina, you're a fucking sweetheart." He stroked her hair, a tender gesture that did crazy-hot things to her. "Don't let me slip out. I think I could bathe in that sweet, hot mouth of yours for hours."

He was softening in her mouth. She had questions to ask him, but that wasn't happening with her mouth still full.

"Shit. Come on, let's get to the chair." He stepped backward, holding her head and forcing her to creep forward in her crouch with her mouth attached to him.

He's treating you like a portable mouth.

It was certainly demeaning—and so over-the-top she sputtered with giggles on his flesh. "Think that's funny, huh?" he smirked.

She nodded with a muffled "nn-hhuh" and fell to her knees as he seated himself in his chair. He cupped her cheek and thumbed it. "So many damn freckles."

Her mouth still locked onto his softened member, she managed to ask, "Do you want me to just lick it now?" only it sounded more like
deeyamihlow.
But he had no trouble understanding her.

"Yeah." He leaned back. "Lick it slowly, however you want. Mm, that's good. You were born to do this, Charli. Don't stop."

Her cheeks reddened, but she went on licking, swirling her tongue, tracing his veins and seams with her tongue, even massaging with her lips because she wanted to. She let her fingers explore his balls, threading through the wisps of hair. She was a woman on a mission. If she could just get him hard again, maybe he'd still fuck her. Yet his breaths remained slow and easy, while hers were starting to come in pants.

And then he hardened. In a matter of moments he was his full size and stiff as a board.

"Ohhh," she hummed on his cock.

"Such a sweetheart," he said again. "Lick the tip. Yeeesss. Tell me, was that the first time you tasted cum, Ms. Fontina?"

She shook her head and wrinkled her nose.

"Well, it won't be the last," he murmured. "I'd like that for breakfast, lunch and dinner. For you."

"Very funny," she said, but it came out
fahfah
. He understood, though, and laughed. She scraped him with her teeth, because
damn
his arrogance.

Draken's phone buzzed. He reached into his pocket to check it, then laid it down on the desk. "Your pussy had better be uber-wet," he said, letting his head loll back, having a conversation with her just as if they were sitting there with teacups. "Because I
will
fuck it hard. As soon as I'm done with this part."

"Uhm-hmm." Charli was so excited at the prospect, she started slurping on him enthusiastically. She slathered her tongue along his length over and over.

"Aahhh, nice." He wrapped locks of her hair around his fingers. The way he just sat there, chilling and savoring her mouth...it made her never want to stop. Even when he picked up his phone.

Especially
when he picked up his phone and engaged with it, ignoring her as if she were just a mouth that existed to service him while he worked. He even propped up the phone on her head at one point, until she scraped him with her teeth again. He chuckled and put down the phone again and sighed with obvious reluctance. Damn the man and his game-playing.

"Are you wet, Charli?" he asked lazily.

"Mm-hmm! Vewy."

"Show me. Reach under your dress and scoop up some juice from your slit. Let's see what you get on your finger. Hold it up high."

She obeyed him instantly.

"Look at that," he said when she held up two wet fingers. "You know, if I'd known you could be this agreeable, I'd have had you brought to me the moment I saw that photo of you at some picnic."

She pulled away with a gasp. "The one with me making faces wearing a Bananarama t-shirt? You saw it on my profile?"

"Mm."

"Is that the one you have on your phone?"

He threw back his head and laughed. "You heard about that? Yeah. It was the freckles and the tits, together. And then the caption. Like I told you, you're witty." His expression turned hard. "But don't get it into your head you're anything but an awesome fuck to me. You'll just get that tender little heart hurt, Ms. Fontina."

"I won't. My heart isn't
tender
. I know the, uh, the score. I've been around, oh, yeah."

"Uh-huh." He looked straight into her eyes, his own brows drawn in a frown. "Just so you know, Charli, I don't care if you are the most delicious piece I've ever screwed, I don't trust women I fuck. You
won't
be the exception, so get that idea out of your head. And my interest always wanes. Especially in innocent young virginal things."

"I'm neither innocent nor virginal!"

"Only by a technicality. You're definitely a fresh bloom. One I'm doing my best to corrupt. And once I do, I'll be bored."

"Least he's an honest jerk," she muttered to herself.

"
What
was that, Ms. Fontina?"

"Got it," she said brightly. "Note to self, don't start to feel affection toward emotionally unavailable rich bastards. Sex is all there is between us."