The Alpha Men's Secret Club 3: Fallout: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance (3 page)

The way he said it could be interpreted as a warning to her as well. A lump came to her throat as she remembered – in her moment of
irrationality – how she had stopped taking the pill because she wanted to have his baby.

His hand was cold in hers, and she realized he was shivering.

“I’ll have to towel you off,” she said, pulling away – partially in guilt.

Once again, he did not prote
st, leading her to believe that, for all his tough posturing, he really liked being fussed over after all. She came back with a wooly towel and threw back the sheets, exposing his still damp body. Then she lovingly toweled him dry, aware that his cock was still flaccid – thanks to his alcohol overdose. Usually, when she touched him in any way, he would be rock hard by now.

S
he covered him up again, turned the lights off, drew the curtains and got into bed beside him.

“You have too many clothes on,” he murmured.

“So you noticed.”

She got up and took off her blouse and skirt. She hesitated, wondering to what extent she would undress, until he said, “You can take everything off. I like the feel of your skin
against mine. But I don’t think I’m up to fucking you though.”

She had to smile at his frankness. She caressed his face.
Rust. Her beautiful Rust with his piercing green eyes – now mellow and suffused with drink.

“I’m here for you,” she said.

He smiled back. “I’m here for you too.”

She shed the rest of her clothes and got under the sheets with him. She pressed her body to him – cool skin against skin, flesh against flesh.
She (thought she) felt the love flowing between them – an electrical connection, a spark. Or maybe it was just a shared camaraderie of the situation.

Together, they held each other like this for a long, long time before they drifted off to sleep.

5

It was sometime during the night he stirred, waking her up. She felt his erection against her thigh, and he cupped her breast urgently.

“Kate,” he whispered.

She liked the way he called out her name. His voice was so smoky and unadulterated. He was usually so dominant. So in control. But right now, there was actual desperate need in his voice. A need to make a connection. A need to be loved.

She reached out to him.
Stroked his face gently instead of his cock. This need to connect was as much emotional as it was sexual.

“Kiss me,” he said hoarsely.

She moved towards his lips in the dark and kissed him. He still tasted of alcohol, but she didn’t mind. The kiss deepened and became two tongues intertwining, searching with hunger for each other. He tasted her just as she tasted him – exploring, mapping the landscapes of each other’s mouths. She had never seen him so needy before. Unlike the previous times, his primal need for her had escalated to something more cerebral.

He clasped her face, her cheeks, brushing the hair away from her head as he kissed her with
undisguised ardor. He ravaged her mouth, and then her throat, planting wet kisses all over her neck which she was sure would leave marks the next day. But she didn’t care, did she? Their secret was already out, with only her name left to be revealed.

But oh, how she loved his silky lips upon her skin, moving like the flow of satin. How she loved the imprint of his hot, wet mouth against her rapidly fevering flesh. He kissed her skin with passion, with fire – like there was
love
in it.

He moved down to her breasts, sealing his mouth over her nipples in a desperate hunger. He sucked at them with such force than she felt her toes curl.
His mouth closed in to embrace more and more of her areolas, until he was sucking in as much of her breast as he could take. She wondered if it were possible to be milked by suction alone, and if it were indeed possible, then he would be the one to do it.

When he had finished sucking her nipples, he licked her breasts, planting loving kisses all over them until they too were wet and glistening from his passion. He simultaneously squeezed both her mounds so that the blood rushed to the tips of her nipples and they peaked, like pink snow-capped mountains.

“Delicious,” he pronounced.

She wondered if he would really like to drink milk from them one day. Her baby twinges
assailed her, and she had to brush away the guilt again. Thank goodness he was too preoccupied with what was down there on her body and not with her eyes, where the guilt would show.

W
ithout pausing to let her catch her breath, he trailed his tongue down her midline. He circled her bellybutton and lavished it with a lick. Then he dove for her crotch. She was completely shaven, the way he liked her. In a sudden swoop, he closed his entire mouth over her entire pussy and sucked at her clit, which was imbued with a sudden intense fire.

“Oh,” she squealed, “be gentle, please . .
. ”

“
I just need this . . . need you . . . so much.” His voice was smoky with desire.

Her mind was exalted.
Need
. Such a powerful word. Such an
empowering
word. Her mind soared, as did her soul. If he needed her, she could do wonders. Climb mountains. Surmount anything just to be with him.

H
e lapped at her with his tongue, delving his wet tip in between her grooves and the soft folds of her clit. Lick, suck, bite – the ever-changing circle continued. Her clit was massaged and pummeled like a punching bag. Her brain was in a tizzy with all the overwhelming sensations.

His tongue dipped repeatedly into her pussy hole
and around it, and back to her clit and labia. He was a man on a mission to suck the life out of her. He drank in her juices, which were now coming out copiously. Then he repeated the process, driving her more and more into a frenzy so that the moans were coming out of her mouth without her actually being conscious of them.

When her pussy was literally leaking a waterfall, he stabbed his tongue deep inside her again.
She cried out. She could feel his tongue trawling her vagina, tasting her, splaying her. At the same time, he inserted his finger up her ass. Her sphincter constricted, closing down tightly around his digit. Her breath was coming out very harshly.

“I can’t wait,” he confessed. “I have to take you . . . now.”

“Yes.” Her pussy clenched with equal need. “I need you to take me . . . now.”

Her vagina
was a hollow reed which simply had to be filled. She spread her legs wider as he mounted her.

“You wet enough?” he said.

“I think so.” Her vaginal tunnel was slick with her creams and his saliva.

He posited his hard penis at the entrance of her pussy.
Without waiting any more, he penetrated her with ease. She was so wet that his entry was a slippery slide right to the tip of the cervix. Her pussy had elongated from its dormant state to take his entire thick cock – all nine inches of it.

“Nice,” he whispered as he adjusted his length to hers. Then he bent his head down to kiss her.
“Do you like me inside you?”

“Is that a trick question?”

They both laughed. She liked this – liked the ease they were at with each other now. He started to buck his hips against hers, grinding his cock into her pussy. She moaned, feeling her vaginal walls cleave and pulsate, enveloping his hard flesh like a tight tunnel.

“
Mmmmm,” he murmured, “you’re so tight.”

She clenched her pussy to squeeze him so that he would feel double the pleasure. When do I tell him?
she wondered. When do I tell him I’m in love with him – body, heart and soul?

He continued to ride her.
His pumping grew more frenetic, as did his breathing. She could tell he needed completion – fast. He paused to lift her legs so that her knees straddled his shoulders and his angle of penetration was deeper. It was slightly uncomfortable, and yet wondrously satisfying. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, pushing in and out, eliciting moist, sticky sounds from her.

“God, I’m going to come inside you,” he said.

“Yes.”

“But I want you to come first.”

He folded her so that her body was almost doubled in half. Then he pounded her with his cock – mercilessly and with purpose. His penile crown struck her most sensitive spot in the back of her vagina repeatedly, so that she was transported into paroxysms of ecstasy. Her mind took a flight. And she was no longer conscious of what she was saying or moaning or screaming.

The starburst took her sooner than she expected, followed by another one of cataclysmic proportions.

“Ohhhhhh!” she cried, her voice ringing hollow in her thundering ears.

He fucked her a few more times before pulling out,
still erect and with his penis dripping with her juices.

She knew what he wanted.
It was what he always wanted.

Along the way, she had learned to like it.

He angled his cock into her other hole – the one which was puckered and much tighter. She always was a little scared of the initial penetration into her anus because it always hurt, even when she was well lubricated. He pushed, and the pain flared. But once his cock got past the barrier, it became better, even though she would never like it as much as having his rod in her pussy.

Once he was fully in, he asked her, “OK?”

“Wait, just let me get used to it.” He was big, and so he made her a tad uncomfortable.

He waited till she was more relaxed, and then he started to move very slowly.
Her ass was much tighter, and the pleasure was evident on his face. She enjoyed it in the fact that this very act gave him so much pleasure, and anything that gave him pleasure was sublime in her book.

She wallowed in the fact that he was inside her, and there was sheer ecstasy on his beautiful face. It did not take him very long to come.
And when he did, she could feel the wondrous spurt of his warm semen inside her, where it could go deeper than the other passage.

He gasped as his sperm came out in several bursts.
It was as amazing for her as it was for him. To have his seed inside her – a testament of how close he was to her – was beyond rapture. Her heart beat thunderously for the love of him, and she wondered desperately if it was a good time to tell him that she would do anything in the world for him.

But what if he didn’t love her back?

She was sure that he must have some affection for her, but
love
? It was such a strong, overwhelming conundrum of a word. A word that had many ripples – that should not be spoken of without repercussions.

As he pulled out of her, his face flushed and his chest heaving,
she settled for: “So what are we going to do now?”

Not ‘you’.
‘We’.
We are in this together. I will follow you wherever you want to go
.

He sank back into the pillow beside her.
She turned to him and laid a hand on his chest.

He thought for a while before saying, “
Would you be surprised if I told you that I don’t yet know?”

“No. You need time to process this.”

“Damn right,” he muttered.

“I mean . . . it’s not as if you need the money.”

“I’ve never worked for the money.” He paused. “I actually liked teaching.”

“You’re good at it.”

“I know.”

She had to smile in the dark. A little of the old, confident Rust was creeping back through the depressive, alcoholic haze.

“Can you get another teaching job?”

“I suppose. Though they would want to know why I resigned from my old one . . . and with the press like hounds down there, word is bound to get around.”

“You’re a handsome, rich professor. You’re bound to be fodder for the press.”

“No. It’s the fact that
you
are barely legal that’s keeping the vultures down there.”

She kept silent. Yes, her life was irrevocably changed by this too.

He said wryly, “They’re trying to paint me as a dirty old man.”

“You’re far from being old.”

“Yeah, but I’m still older than you are. That’s what matters to the press.”

She knew he was right.

“So what do we do?” It was back to her question.

After a long pause, he said, “
I’ll think about it . . . and let you know.”

She knew she wasn’t going to get anything else out of him tonight. And he was right. He had to consider his options. Most of them would involve moving away
from this campus . . . which meant . . . she wouldn’t be able to see him.

Unless she followed him.

Unless he
allowed
her to.

And it
was the fear that he
wouldn’t
let her – because he didn’t want her enough to want her to be with him, or out of some noble sense that he would be ruining her education and her life if she did – that kept her awake the rest of the night.