The Hearts We Break (The Alphaletes Book 3), page 18
That I do. We quickly learned that Slater loves watching me, whether I’m taking off my clothes, touching myself or virtually anything in between, and I discovered that I love putting on a show just as much.
I never would have considered myself an exhibitionist, but the way I feel when Slater’s eyes are on me makes me feel more desired and sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life. Our first clue was the whole Trevor thing. Having Slater’s eyes on me when he first walked in sent me falling over the edge before I even knew what was happening, and based on the heavy lustful look in his eyes as he watched us, he loved it.
Slowly, I slip off my sleep shorts, my panties coming off with them before pulling my tank top over my head. I spread myself across the bed before dropping my knees open so that Slater has a perfect view. I put two fingers into my mouth, sucking on them just enough to get them wet, before I lightly trail them over my breast, pausing on one of my nipples before moving lower.
There is something so powerful with the way Slater watches me. Like he’s enraptured with every inch, every touch. It only makes me want to take things slower, drag it out until it’s nearly torture for him. When my fingers reach my pussy and brush over my clit briefly, my breath hitches, causing Slater’s eyes to flare with lust. I watch as he reaches down to his sweats, pushing them down as he begins stroking himself slowly, his eyes solely focused on me.
Dipping one finger inside first, I roll my eyes into the back of my head as I moan.
“There you go, baby. Play with your pussy. Are you wet?” Slater grumbles lowly.
“Mhmm,” I nod as I slowly stroke myself.
“Fuck, I bet you are. You’re always so wet. Let me see.”
I pull my finger out of myself, holding it up to prove it. He leans forward, sucking the glistening finger into his mouth before his tongue wraps around it and licks me clean. When he pulls away, he nods to my pussy as he speaks.
“Keep going, baby.”
I do as he says, this time slipping two fingers inside. I let out another breathy moan as I begin fucking myself with them.
“God, you’re such a good girl. Finger fucking yourself just for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp as I toss my head back when I brush against my G-spot.
“Eyes on me,” he commands lowly.
I do as he says, watching as he lowers himself down to where his face is only inches from my pussy. He places a few soft kisses against the inside of my thigh before inhaling deeply.
“Fuck. You smell so good. Take out your fingers.”
I pull them out despite a flutter of disappointment inside me at taking away the good feeling I had building. Slater surprises me though by sliding two of his fingers inside me. My breath hitches at the sudden feeling before I moan my approval.
“Yeah, let me play with you. I’m gonna make you cum all over my hand while you suck your pussy off your fingers.”
Desire pools in me at his dirty words. Another surprise I discovered about myself. I was unsure when Slater first asked me to taste myself, but if I’m being honest, I kinda love it. I never thought that would be my thing and as far as taste goes I don’t crave it like Slater does. But the way he watches me eagerly as I do urges me on.
Bringing my fingers up to my lips, I make a show of sticking my tongue out, softly running up and down them, and it doesn’t escape my notice that Slater’s pace begins to quicken at the action. Pulling them into my mouth, I begin sucking on them, causing Slater to let out a guttural groan as his mouth drops to my clit.
I let out a muffled cry of relief as he begins flicking his tongue quickly against me, his fingers furiously rubbing my G-spot as I taste myself on my tongue. It’s all too much. Sensory overload in the best way possible, and I barely have a moment to think the thought that I’m about to cum when my pussy is contracting, and a wave of euphoria is flooding through me.
“Fuck, yes. Cum on my hand. Give it all to me.”
I don’t know if my pussy is listening to him or what, but another ripple of pleasure runs through me at that.
When Slater pulls his fingers out of me, I open my mouth to which he only smirks and shakes his head.
“Such a greedy little thing. You already had your taste,” he says as he sucks on his fingers in front of me before he yanks off his shirt that he has managed to keep on.
My eyes run over his beautifully inked skin. It’s practically art. All of the sculptures and paintings at Erica’s art shows, no offense to her, are nothing compared to him.
“Bend over, baby. Show yourself to me.”
Moving to get onto my hands and knees, I face away from Slater as I arch my back.
“Fuckkk. Your body is perfection, Scarlett Hayes. Absolute fucking perfection,” he says as his large hands begin running up and down my ass.
He leans over me, his hands continuing to rub me as he whispers into my ear.
“Do you trust me?”
I turn to look at him over my shoulder, answering him instantly.
“Completely.”
A satisfied smile spreads across his face before crushes his lips to mine. His mouth takes control of the kiss immediately. I feel his tongue run against mine as his teeth graze my bottom lip. Every time he nips me, his tongue comes and soothes the pain. It’s a deliciously intoxicating combination of pleasure, pain, and insurmountable lust.
When he pulls away, he begins running his mouth against my shoulders as he descends down my spine. Feeling his warm lips on nearly every inch of me has me practically trembling. My eyes are closed as I let out a soft moan. Until he gets to my ass. My eyes shoot wide open when his tongue flicks out where it definitely shouldn’t. He couldn’t have mistaken it for my vagina, he’s literally fingering that right now.
“Uh, Slater?” I ask, concerned.
He pulls away and squeezes the side of my ass while his finger continues working its magic inside me.
“Yeah, baby?”
“What are you doing?”
“Licking every inch of you,” he says as if it was that simple.
“But that’s my-”
“Your sexy ass, I’m aware. Trust me. I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have.”
I go to tell him that isn’t possible when his mouth goes back to work. It’s different at first. Not unpleasant just…different. With the combined efforts of Slater’s fingers though, pleasure begins to give way. What the hell? There is no way I’m actually enjoying this, am I?
A barely there moan slips from my mouth, causing Slater to pull away.
“Feel good, baby?”
“It’s starting to,” I admit.
“Good, just relax,” he says as he withdraws his fingers from me.
“Hey,” I whimper in protest.
Slater doesn’t answer me, though. Instead, he draws back and starts easing a finger into my ass.
“Ow, fuck! What are you doing?” I complain.
“Shhh, calm down. You’re getting too tense. Relax, baby. Deep breaths, let me in.”
“Why do you even want to get in?” I almost whine as his movements stall.
He doesn’t speak for a moment, and I think it’s because he isn’t going to answer me when he says, “Because I want to know what it’s like to give my girl pleasure in every possible way. If you want to stop, we will, though.”
I pause, not wanting to stop but also nervous about where this will lead.
“Just…go slow,” I whisper softly.
Slater presses a kiss to the bottom of my spine as he pulls his finger out before he speaks.
“Of course. Stay relaxed for me. One second.”
I feel him get off the bed and bend down to his discarded shorts before he pulls something out of the pocket. When he climbs back on the bed I feel his hand rub up and down my spine, slowly relaxing me before he rubs a cool liquid against my ass.
I hiss in a sharp breath at that, but he just keeps rubbing soothing circles on my back with his other hand as he begins easing his finger inside me.
I keep taking big breaths until I feel the tenseness of my body begin to seep out of me.
“That’s a good girl,” Slater praises as he begins moving his finger once again, small soft strokes that push him a little deeper each time.
Soon, the pressure I felt in the beginning has nearly disappeared, and it actually feels good.
“Think you can take more, baby?” Slater asks.
I bite my lip but nod my head.
I feel Slater push a second finger in, causing my body to tense up at the new intrusion as he pauses.
“Breathe, Scar.”
Breathe. Right. I need to breathe. Inhaling through my nose and out my mouth, I force my body to relax until it’s nothing more than a mix of pleasure and pressure. Suddenly, I feel Slater rub a spot that has my toes curling. Slater obviously notices because he chuckles.
“Is that the spot?” he asks as he rubs against it again.
“Y-yes,” I gasp.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asks.
“Going where?” I laugh, semi-joking but mainly not at all joking.
Slater laughs. “All the way until my cock is buried in your tight ass.”
My eyes bug out at his words, even if I knew that’s where he was going with it, I didn’t expect him to actually say it.
“If you aren’t comfortable with it, we can stop,” Slater offers.
“No, I don’t want to stop,” I say.
Slater slowly eases his fingers out of me as I feel him sit up a little more, angling his hips up to mine as he runs the tip of his cock from my pussy all the way up my ass and back down. He pauses when the head of his cock gets to my ass, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles on my thigh as he speaks.
“Okay, baby. Deep breath in and let it out when I tell you.”
I nod and inhale a deep breath.
“Breathe out,” Slater says.
I do as he says, letting the air escape me when I feel him push in. A sharp pain rips through me and I instantly tense as my fingers twist the sheets beneath me. Slater doesn’t stop though, instead, the bastard lets out a pleasured moan.
“Goddamn. Your ass is practically choking my cock. I’ve never felt anything tighter in my entire fucking life,” he pants.
“Happy for you. I’ve definitely had better,” I grit through clenched teeth.
The jerk laughs. Laughs! Can you believe it? Why do people like this? It freaking hurts.
“You have to relax for me. Otherwise it’s only going to feel good for me.”
“I have a feeling it’s going to be that way regardless,” I grumble.
Slater smacks the side of my ass.
“Don’t be a brat. Take another deep breath and force yourself to let go of all the tension inside you.”
I’m tempted to snark back, but lucky for him, I don’t. Instead, I take deep breaths, as if breathing alone could take away from the fact that someone’s cock is literally inside my ass right now.
Slater’s thrusts are slow and methodical. He doesn’t buck against me wildly or lose any kind of control. Instead, he keeps everything measured and even to where the pain is almost manageable. Almost.
“Touch your clit,” Slater rasps as he picks up his pace slightly.
I reach a hand down, softly rubbing against myself, even if I won’t be able to cum like this. Maybe it’ll distract me.
It takes a few passes before a tiny amount of pleasure zings through me. I repeat the motion again and again until a soft moan slips out of me.
“There you go,” Slater encourages. “Keep doing that. I want to hear you.”
I gasp out another soft moan as my fingers find the perfect rhythm with Slater’s cock. The pain has started to ease. It’s not totally gone, but it’s more pressure at this point as my own pleasure begins to take the front seat.
Slater’s thrusts are becoming deeper and a little faster until he reaches that spot he touched earlier. The one that has my toes curling and my mouth opening.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
Slater takes note of that spot and begins rubbing the head of his cock over it again and again.
“Why does that almost feel good?” I groan as my hand begins rubbing myself faster than before.
“It’s like a G-spot for your ass,” Slater says through what sounds like clenched teeth as his thrusts become jerky and uneven.
“Fuck! I don’t know if I like this position. I can’t see those beautiful kaleidoscopes on me.”
“My eyes?” I ask.
“Yes, baby. Your fucking big beautiful green and brown swirled eyes that make me want to cum as soon as they land on me.”
Satisfaction runs through me that I seem to have that much hold on Slater, or more specifically my eyes do.
“Fucking hell, Scar. You take me so good. Every single hole is fucking magic. Do you like this? You like my cock buried in your ass?”
Pleasure sparks in me at his words as I nod my head.
“Yes.”
“God, that’s fucking hot,” he groans.
On the next thrust, a wave of pleasure crashes into me and surprisingly takes me over the edge before I even knew I was close.
I feel my pussy clench around nothing as my body shakes, and I let out a louder than acceptable moan for the thin walls this hotel has. The pleasure that hits me is so different than I’ve ever felt before. It’s more intense, more lasting and I can’t believe I’m saying this but it’s amazing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Slater chants as a warmth floods me, filling me up as his cock pulses inside me.
We are still for a moment, both of us stuck in that post-orgasm haze before Slater slowly but steadily pulls out. Ah! Okay. Ow. So maybe not amazing, way better than I was expecting, though.
I collapse onto my chest, feeling Slater’s cum leaking out of me but too tired to get up right this second, when I feel a soft kiss hit my spine before coming up to brush against my cheek. Slater pushes my hair away from my face as he smiles down at me.
“Was that okay, Bubbles? Did I hurt you?”
“I mean, yes. But it got better. Even felt good right there at the end.”
Slater nods as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“You know what helps so that it feels good all the time?”
“No, what?” I ask.
“Practice,” he smirks.
I scoff and shove him to the side as I practically have to waddle to the bathroom. Practice? Definitely not. That was a one-time thing.
Maybe.
Slater
Once Scar is done in the bathroom, I’m just finishing getting dressed. It’s already nearly midnight, and we have to be up in less than seven hours, so I need to somehow get back to my room in one piece. I give Scar a quick kiss before walking towards her balcony.
“Where are you going?” she asks as she follows me.
“Back to my room,” I say as I open the door.
“Slater, don't be dumb. You got lucky last time. Just go out into the hallway. Be fast.”
I glance at her with mock horror. “And risk being caught with this just-got-fucked hair? No shot.”
She rolls her eyes and laughs, clearly used to my fucking hilarious sense of humor.
“Love you, baby,” I say as I shoot her a wink before running up to the chair that is still pushed up against the railing and leaping to Seb’s balcony. Unfortunately, it looks like when I jumped last time, I moved the chair by accident and so instead of landing with ease, I get caught up on the chair and end up landing on my hip. Fuck. That didn’t feel great.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Scar asks, panicked. I love that she cares about me so much. That girl loves me more than I think anyone could ever possibly.
“I’m fine,” I say with a slight rasp.
Damn that shit is gonna hurt tomorrow.
The sliding glass door opens, revealing a sleep-tousled Seb who more closely resembles a grumpy grizzly bear.
“Use the fucking door, you dumbass,” he grumbles before walking back inside.
I can’t help but chuckle as I slowly stand up. I turn to face Scar as I hook my thumb to point towards Seb’s room.
“I think I’m gonna go this way.”
Scar smiles and nods. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Alright. Night, Bubbles,” I say as I blow her an exaggerated kiss that has her laughing.
When I step inside the room, Seb is already laying back down in bed, ignoring me completely even though I know he’s awake. I open his door and do my best to shut it quietly behind me, when I run into the special teams coach, Schmitt.
“Santos, what are you doing out of bed?” he asks as he glances at a piece of paper in his hand and frowns.
“And why are you coming out of Caldwell’s room?”
“I forgot to give him his goodnight kiss. The princess wouldn’t go to sleep until I did,” I shrug.
Schmitt rolls his eyes before continuing to walk down the hall.
“Get to your room, Santos.”
“Yes, sir.”
I walk over to my door, trying the handle but finding it locked, obviously. I pat my pockets but come up empty. I definitely didn’t grab my door key when I was jumping from balcony to balcony. Who would have thought I’d need it?
Turning on my heel, I make my way downstairs to get another key before I run into any more coaches. I know what you’re thinking. Was this all worth just a little time spent with Scar? The answer is hell fucking yes.
I’m running as fast as I can, my legs stretched, my arms pumping, and my chest heaving as I close the distance to the end zone. I feel the defenseman on my heels, but I focus on what’s in front of me as my feet cross over that white line.
Touchdown, motherfucker!
I toss the ball to the ref before doing what has quickly become my signature touchdown celebration. I pull out my imaginary bubbles and blow them out to the sidelines, where Scar blushes like a tomato. Seb slaps me on the back as we get into formation and a few other guys are bouncing around like a couple of jumping beans. I’ve had a damn good game today. One of the best in a long time. It feels good to perform to my capability. To surpass the expectations others had for me and be the best I can.
