The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 10
“A pat on the back?” I guess.
His rough laugh rumbles in my ear, sending goose bumps running up and down my skin.
“So fucking sassy. I told you to shut up, or I’d stuff your mouth full.”
One of his large hands drops to my waist, spinning me to face him before he reaches into his pants and pulls his already hardening cock back out. Fuck. Talk about a reboot rate.
I think about refusing him, about torturing him with some more banter or something, but I’m too fucking turned on for any of that right now, and I drop to my knees right there on his front porch. Not because he told me to, but because I want to.
The cement slab bites at my bare knees, and I shuffle a bit to adjust when I feel something soft sliding underneath me. I look down to see Trevor’s designer suit jacket laying just in front of me as he gestures for me to move onto it.
“How chivalrous of you,” I say with feigned delight and a million bats of my eyelashes.
“Figured it was the least I could do since I’m gonna fuck the hell out of your mouth.”
My eyes narrow at him, but I don’t have time to say a word before his cock is pressing against my lips, pushing his way inside my mouth. I take him until he hits the back of my throat before he draws out and does it again. He keeps pushing deeper and deeper until his cock is fully down my throat.
“Fucking hell, how are you not gagging?” Trevor curses as his hands cup the back of my head, encouraging my movements.
I want to tell him that his cock really isn’t that big, but that would be a lie. Trevor has hands down the biggest cock I’ve ever taken, and if I had a gag reflex, I’d be struggling right now. Thankfully for both of us, I don’t, and I’m enjoying this too much to give him shit.
Some women don’t enjoy sucking dick, and that’s okay. I, on the other hand, love it. The actual act of it is okay. Not overly pleasing per se, but it’s the power. No matter how big and strong or powerful a man is, when a woman is on her knees for him, she’s the one who is in control.
I tilt my head up to find Trevor is already staring at me, his hips thrusting against me as he fucks my mouth. My tongue runs up and down the length of him, the taste of myself still lingering against him. Again, probably not a common response, but I actually don’t mind the taste of myself. And the fact that I’m tasting it because I just rode his dick not five minutes ago in a moving car with a little audience, yeah, that shit is hot.
“Fuck, you take me so good, baby. You like sucking my dick, don’t you?” he asks as I nod.
“Of course you do. You’re so good at it. At least this mouth is good for more than just being a smart-ass.”
I nip at the side of his cock in warning, causing him to let out a half yelp, half chuckle. His hand pushes against my head, forcing me to take him deeper as I slip my hand beneath my dress and begin rubbing myself. Not two seconds pass, though, before Trevor is pushing away from me and stepping toward the door. He unlocks it in record time before lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
He heads straight for the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. My head bounces with each step, and I punch his back when he takes the last step jerkily.
“Asshole! Put me down!” I say, to which he ignores me as he continues jogging down the hallway before getting to his room.
Kicking his bedroom door open, he wastes no time before he drops me onto a plush bed that I practically sink into. I push away the down comforter beneath me just before Trevor reaches down, spreading my thighs wide apart, burying his face between them.
“Shit!” I gasp as my hand goes to the back of his head, my fingers pushing through his thick blond hair as his tongue begins to attack me.
He licks, sucks, and tongue fucks me, all while his hands run up and down my bare skin, pushing my dress up further and further. It’s an overload of sensations that has me practically shaking, and with two flicks of his tongue over my clit, I’m falling over the edge, again, screaming out my pleasure as I come all over his pretty boy face.
When my orgasm eases, he slowly rises from between my legs, a predatory look on his face that tells me he’s not nearly done with me yet. Not sure I’ve ever met a man so ready to go back-to-back rounds like this, but I’m fucking here for it.
Shoving down his pants and kicking them to the side, he makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt as I pull my dress up and over my head. As soon as the soft fabric passes my face, he’s on me again. Our mouths are a wild battle of tongues, lips and teeth. It’s nothing short of ravenous, and at this moment, it’s all I crave.
Trevor grips my thighs tightly, spreading them wide before pushing them back. His eyebrows raise in surprise as they continue to go and go until they are almost parallel to my head.
“Bendy little thing, aren’t you?” he says almost to himself before he pushes inside me once again.
“Reckless little thing fucking me not once, but twice, with no protection, aren’t you?” I sass back as his thrust rubs the head of his cock against my G-spot.
He pauses for a moment, like the lust haze has eased back for a moment and allowed him a moment of clarity.
“You’re covered, right?”
“Lucky for me, yes. You clean?”
He rolls his eyes. “You know we get tested regularly.”
“I also know your reputation, though with the game I saw tonight, I can’t imagine where those rumors stem from.”
That comment earns a sharp snap of his hips that damn near has me crawling up the wall.
“Yeah, Raven? I don’t have game? Is that why I’m buried in your tight cunt right now? Filling you up until my cum is dripping out of you?”
“Yep,” I gasp, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone a sassy comeback.
“Thought so,” he chuckles as he rests his hands on my thighs and continues fucking me. My body jerks as he thrusts into my G-spot again and again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grit through clenched teeth as I hold onto my legs, closing my eyes tight to try to hold off my third orgasm of the night.
“I don’t think so, Little Raven. Show me those pretty eyes. Look at me while I fill you up.”
My eyes fly open, and as if that’s all he needed, he loses it, his cock twitching just before he comes, sending me shattering apart right along with him. I thrust against him, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure I can out of this until my body collapses.
Trevor flops down on top of me, barely allowing my legs to come back down before he practically squishes me. We lay there in silence, existing in this blissful little post-orgasmic bliss before reality sets in, and Trevor takes a deep breath before rolling onto his back on the bed.
Blowing out a calming breath I try to gain my wits. That was stupid. I hate Trevor. He’s a self-absorbed prick. Albeit a self-absorbed prick with a wicked tongue and a huge dick, but that’s neither here nor there.
Besides, I’m stuck in his house for at least a few more days. I mean, not technically, I guess. It’s not like Erica is my mom. I don’t have to stay here. At the time, I was just too anxious and scared to fight her. The weight of my current situation has a chill running up my spine, and my distaste for Trevor Michaels is waning. Talk about the definition of the lesser of two evils.
Slowly, I go to stand, doing the awkward hobble to the bathroom before cleaning myself up. When I come out, I see Trevor sitting up on his bed now wearing a pair of boxers and an uncomfortable look. I raise an eyebrow at him as I make my way over to the discarded dress on the floor.
“Look,” he says. “That was great, but you obviously know I’m not in a place for feelings or relationships or—”
I can’t help but laugh, quickly cutting him off as I shake my head and smile. He frowns at me as he crosses his arms.
“Dude, we fucked. It’s not like we are picking out engagement rings. Don’t think about it too hard. I don’t usually do repeats, but I’ve been stressed lately, and at least I don’t have to pay for an Uber to get back home for the night, so win-win.”
He blinks, his face full of confusion but his mouth tightly shut.
Okayyy? Gripping my discarded clothes, I give him an awkward wave before I walk out the bedroom door and down the hall back to the spare room that is temporarily mine. The biggest reason I don’t do repeats is because the first guy I did do a repeat with ended up being the literal devil himself. I’m sure that I wouldn’t come across the same situation twice, but I’m not willing to take that chance.
Even if I’ve slept with Trevor before, it’s not like it really matters. He can hardly pay attention for longer than two minutes to a woman who isn’t Erica, and even if he says he wants to get over her, I think we both know that’s bullshit.
So, until I leave I guess, I wouldn’t be opposed to breaking my repeat rule a few times, especially if there isn’t anything good on TV, or I just feel like having my pussy eaten by a man who acts like it’s his last meal.
Trevor
Asweet smell wakes me up the next morning. I blink my eyes, looking around to find myself alone in my room. It smells like something is baking. My mind runs with possibilities before it lands on the most reasonable scenario. Sage. She must be downstairs making something.
I shake my head as I push out of bed. I fucked up last night. It was one thing to break rule number three and let her crash with me for a little while until her apartment is put back together. It’s another to break rule number four and number one on top of that. She’s trouble, and the fact that my rules keep seeming to fall by the wayside anytime she’s around isn’t good for anyone.
I have no doubt she’s downstairs right now, trying to play it cool while also simultaneously hoping this is the start of something. As much as it may surprise people, I actually don’t like hurting people. I don’t enjoy having to let women down, explaining to them that they’ll never get more than I offer because I just don’t have anything else to give. These women want my heart, but the thing is, I don’t have it, haven’t for years. It’s still with her and not even a walking wet dream like Sage could change that.
As I open my door and make my way down the stairs, I mentally prepare myself for the tears, maybe even for some shit to get thrown. Sage doesn’t strike me as a crier, more of a throw a toaster at your head kind of woman.
When I round the corner, I expect her to be done up in that ‘I just woke up this way’ but you know she got up a good twenty minutes earlier to do her hair and makeup in a natural way. Instead, I find her in an oversized Metallica T-shirt that more resembles a shapeless dress, her hair up in a greasy looking messy bun, and her face free of any traces of makeup, the dark circles under her eyes attesting to that.
She’s nodding her head to some heavy metal song as she pulls a pan out of the oven, setting it onto the stovetop before turning to face me. I anticipate the doe-eyed smile to come into play because obviously she didn’t realize I was awake yet. Maybe she was trying to surprise me with food in bed or something?
Instead though, she gives me a casual head nod as she reaches for a bowl of what looks like icing. I blink several times, a little confused why she hasn’t said anything to me yet. What is she doing? I’ve had more than my fair share of women try to ‘play it cool.’ It’s all the same song and dance. In the end, they all are after one thing. Only Sage isn’t showing the usual tells. She’s not making the same moves. Honestly, I’m not even sure what game we’re playing at this point. There has to be a game, right?
Her eyes come up to me as she wrinkles her nose in what looks like confusion.
“What?”
I stare at her for a few seconds before I shake my head.
“What are you doing?”
She looks down at the bowl before looking back at me.
“Uh, making breakfast? I do it every morning, believe it or not.”
“And there just so happens to be enough for me?” I ask dubiously. She can’t think I’m this naïve.
Sage sets the bowl down, leaning against the counter as she tilts her head to the side, her eyebrows dipping as she seems to almost bite back a smile.
“What? If you think you’re getting a single one of my pumpkin cinnamon rolls, think again. The very least you could do is say please.” She laughs in a way that doesn’t sound very amused.
“Wait, what? Fuck this, Sage. What are you playing at?”
She looks from side to side as she shakes her head.
“Dude, I don’t know what you’re going on about, but it’s too early for this shit.”
Grabbing the bowl in front of her, she turns to face what I now know are cinnamon rolls before she begins icing them.
“So you didn’t wake up early to bake for me? Try to, I don’t know, win me over or something?”
A choked laugh escapes her as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“Michaels, I know we haven’t known each other for long, but does any of that sound like something I would ever do?”
I frown at that. “No, you seem like the type of woman who would make something delicious and eat every bite right in front of me, just so I couldn’t have any.”
Turning to lean against the counter, she raises a cinnamon roll to her mouth before taking a bite, giving me a teasing wink as she does.
“Not a bad idea,” she says over her mouthful of food in the most unladylike fashion possible. God, my mother would have a heart attack if I ever brought a woman like her home. One look at those tattoos, and she’d be in an ambulance. One smart-ass remark and my father would probably be right beside Mom.
Feeling like a tool, I run a hand through my hair as I look over at her.
“So, last night?” I hedge hesitantly.
Sage rolls her eyes as she shakes her head.
“I told you, we fucked. It was fun, but you definitely don’t have to worry about me going all gooey heart eyed for you or anything.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, purely out of curiosity.
She presses her tongue to the side of her cheek as she softly shakes her head.
“Besides the fact that you’re head over heels for a woman you can never have?” she asks.
I nod as I do my best to ignore the pang that spreads across my chest at her words. They suck, but they’re true.
“You’re not my type, not really at least. I’m definitely not looking for anything more than some fucking around, but if I was, you wouldn’t be my first choice,” she says with a small shrug as if her statement is no longer offensive because of that.
“Who is?” I ask, not knowing why I give a shit. It’s not like she’s my type. Far from it. I’ve always been drawn more to softer women, delicate, definitely not as abrasive and snarky as her.
Sage waivers for a moment like she’s running through a roster in her head before she grabs another cinnamon roll.
“Jackson.”
“Donatello?” I ask dubiously, not able to hide my disgust.
She nods as she takes a bite.
“Why haven’t you hooked up with him then?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything.
“I will,” she says with a nod as she swallows and walks over to the sink to wash her hands.
I don’t like that. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t sit well with me. Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m making my way around the kitchen island, caging her in against the sink as her ass presses against my already hardening dick.
“He couldn’t handle you,” I say in a low voice in her ear.
“No?” she questions, keeping her eyes forward as she does.
I reach down and grip her hips with my hands to keep her in place. My lips run over the shell of her ear before biting down.
“Nope. Not like I can,” I say as one of my hands moves from her shirt to her thigh, slowly snaking underneath her shirt.
“Are you trying to proposition me, Michaels?”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
“Maybe.” She laughs as my hand cups her bare pussy. Fucking hell. If I’d have known she wasn’t wearing panties, things would have gone a little different from the start this morning.
My other hand releases her hip, running up to her chin before tilting her head up to look at me. The minute those bright purple eyes land on me, my pulse thuds in anticipation of having her again.
“I don’t want you to think this is more than it is,” I say.
She smiles up at me but not in a sweet way, more like an exhausted way.
“Trevor, it’s like you’ve never had casual sex before, I swear.”
“Oh trust me, I have. But it’s different. You’re Erica’s friend, you’re staying at my house, and you’re my coach’s daughter.”
“Don’t forget I’m over ten years younger. Quite the forbidden little fruit you got here,” she smirks.
“Fucking smart-ass,” I say as I crush my lips to hers.
Sage
“So, Declan talked to your leasing manager and got him to okay a more secure door. It’s steel, not wood, and it has three locks just in case,” Vi says through the speakers of my car.
“Jesus. You guys didn’t have to go that hard. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Someone broke into your home, destroyed all of your personal items. It’s a huge deal. You’re like the baby sister I always wanted, and we aren’t letting you stay there until we know you’re completely safe. Any word from the police?”
“Nope,” I say shortly as I turn into the training center parking lot. Not like I was expecting to hear back.
“That’s absolutely ridiculous. I’ll have Declan make some calls and—”
“And what? Lay out the chief of police?” I tease.
“If that’s what it takes,” Vi sasses, a slight southern twang tinging her words. They were only down in Knoxville for a year or so, but apparently that’s all it took for her to pick up the barest hint of an accent.
“I appreciate it, but you guys have done too much already. I’ll be fine, promise.”
“I know you will, because we are all going to make sure of it. Almost all of the repairs are done on the inside, just waiting for a new countertop for the bathroom to come in and the glass for your windows. How are you surviving at Trevor’s? I know you two don’t get along the best. You know you’re more than welcome at any one of our houses.”
