My Two Alphas, page 3
part #1 of Alphas Series
I laughed into his shirt and nodded.
“Yep, that’s about it. What is it about you, anyway?”
Bram put me from him, staring me in the eye while what I could only describe as a wolfish grin moved across his features.
“I could say the same about you. Despite what you might think, I don’t go around picking up strange women and taking them to hotels in the middle of the day either. I saw you this morning, and knew I had to talk to you, to find out your name, and maybe get your number if I could, but I never expected this. I meant what I said before, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I want you to be sure this is what you want to do, but I just have to let you know, if I don’t get between your legs today, I’m sure I will die”.
Bram looked so crestfallen at his admission, that I started laughing. He obviously knew I was more than a little nervous, and was trying to lighten the mood, and I was still laughing when the elevator doors opened and we walked down the hall, the laughter only stopping when we stopped at the door of what must be our room. Bram looked down at me, cocking an eyebrow as he swiped the card through the mechanism. The little light changed to green and Bram put a hand on the door handle.
“Ready?”
I nodded, and Bram swung the door open, motioning for me to precede him. I stared around in surprise. I had been expecting an ordinary hotel room, but this room was quite luxurious. It was much larger than I had expected, and I walked around, inspecting everything, including the bathroom. I stared at the shower, realising it was more than big enough for two, and knew that was where I wanted to start. I still felt warm from my walk down all those stairs, and also nervous enough to want to stall a little longer. I felt that familiar warmth at my back as Bram came up behind me, then felt him bend down and nuzzle the nape of my neck.
“Do you want to shower together? I can do that. It would give me a great excuse to get my hands all over you, and I promise I won’t push you away if you want to touch me”.
My eyes closed at the images that Bram was conjuring up, and the sensual feeling of his warm breath on my neck. As I leaned back into him, his hands worked around to my front, and then they slid up to my neck, gently working the top button of my blouse undone. I arched my back as he slowly worked his way down my shirt, undoing the buttons with feather soft touches, unsure what to do with my hands at first, then reaching around behind us both and resting them on his butt, kneading his cheeks softly. Bram responded by grinding into my back, his erection rubbing against my lower back. My eyes snapped open as I realised that even with my heels, he was still a lot taller than I was, and I wondered what implications that would have in regard to the size of his cock. I had heard that such things were often proportional to a man’s size, and now I was both worried and excited. Bram was very tall, did that mean that he had a very big cock? I turned into his embrace, letting him shrug my now undone blouse off of my shoulders, and it whispered to the floor. Bram’s eyes were lowered now, roaming over the swell of my breasts, and as his hands slipped around to my back, working the catch of my bra, my hands moved to his shirt, working his buttons undone and shoving the sides of the shirt aside once all the buttons were undone. I moaned at the sight of his chest. He was even better than I had imagined. His pecs and abs were very well defined, and I could see that muscled v running down into his pants. Bram slipped my bra down my shoulders and I lifted my arms to let the straps fall free, returning my hands to my exploration of Bram’s body as he dropped my bra to the floor. I took advantage of his lapse of attention as he looked at my breasts to push my hands up to the shoulders of his shirt and jacket, shrugging them off his shoulders and tossing them onto the vanity unit. I vaguely remembered there was a reason to keep the jacket handy, but couldn’t exactly recall why, any hope at coherent thought disappearing as Bram pulled my body hard against his and slanted his mouth down against mine. My naked breasts were squashed against his hard chest, the slight fuzz of hair on his chest gently tickling my sensitized skin. I gasped at the sensation, and Bram took advantage of my opened mouth to plunder with his tongue, thrusting and rolling it, breaking away only to rain kisses down my neck and onto my chest. Our height difference presented a problem here, and with what I can only describe as a growl, Bram picked me up and sat me on the vanity unit, gently nudging my thighs open with his hips and moving in between them, cupping my breasts and looking into my eyes briefly.
“So beautiful”, he groaned before tilting me backwards a little and, stooping a little, taking one breast into his mouth and sucking hard, while palming the other, then he released my breast from his mouth, and trailed his tongue across my chest to the other breast, taking that one into his mouth and sucking hard on that one as well.
I moaned and rolled my hips as a sharp sensation went straight from my breasts to my womb, making me clench in need. My hands moved to the front of his pants, fumbling with the buckle of his belt, and I couldn’t seem to get it working. Chuckling, Bram let go of my breast with his mouth, and stepped back a little, his hands going to his belt buckle while I watched hungrily. I felt his eyes on my face, and lifted my eyes to see him watching me, an unreadable expression in his eyes as he undid the buckle, then the button on his pants, then slowly lowered the zip. He went to hook his thumbs into the waistband of the pants when I leaned forward quickly.
“No, let me, I want to do it”.
Bram groaned as I worked my hands to the waistband of his pants, finding his boxers as well and working them gently downwards together. I could see his erection straining against his clothing until suddenly it sprang free, and I smiled on seeing it. It was every bit as long and thick as I had suspected it might be, and while it filled me with a bit of trepidation – nothing that large had ever been inside me before – I felt suddenly empty, needing to feel it inside me. I reached forward, eager to touch it, when Bram’s hands forestalled mine.
“No”, he moaned softly, “I want you so much, if you touch me I’ll probably come on the spot, and I’m not ready for that yet”.
I looked at Bram in surprise. John had always seemed eager to come as soon as possible, and I didn’t understand why Bram wanted to wait.
“But why? Don’t you want to come?”
“Mmm, I do, but not until you have first. I want to feel you squeezing around my cock, and watch your face as you come first”.
I stared at Bram in surprise, and a little bit of trepidation.
“But what if I don’t? Come, I mean. Won’t you be disappointed?”
Bram suddenly reared up, standing over me and making me aware of the fact that I was half naked, and he was even more so.
“Why wouldn’t you? If you don’t, then I’m not doing it right, and –“
He stared at me a moment or two and then smiled.
“So, the fool you were married to didn’t know how to satisfy his wife, is that right?”
I couldn’t look at him, so Bram lifted my chin until I was staring into his eyes.
“I’m not him, Diane. Whatever happened before is irrelevant to you and me. Whatever happened before doesn’t matter anymore, everything starts afresh from today, ok?”
I nodded, trying to recapture the mood that had started to darken when I thought of John. Suddenly it wasn’t difficult anymore as Bram was lowering his mouth to mine again, and now his hands were working their way up my legs. He ran his fingers lightly up and down my calves where they hung either side of his legs, then slowly, teasingly, worked them up my thighs. His fingers burrowed under the hem of my mid length skirt which was hiked up a bit, and he stilled when he discovered the lacy tops of my thigh high stockings. Bram pulled his head back and smiled down at me.
“Oh, I like these. Pantyhose would have to be the most awful invention in women’s fashion ever. I like this much better. I can feel the silk of the skin of your thighs where the lace ends, and I don’t have to get past that awful nylon barrier to run my fingers against the crotch of your panties like this. Oh, so wet”.
Bram groaned and buried his head in my shoulder as he gently ran his fingers up and down the crotch of my panties, feathering his touch along the soaked cotton. I moaned and wiggled as he teased my sex, and clutched the side of the vanity unit, using the leverage to thrust my hips forward against his teasing fingers. I could feel Bram chuckle as he continued to tease, until I brought my feet up and placed my heels against his buttocks, pulling him towards me, feeling the tip of his cock butt up against my eager sex. Bram stopped teasing me then and eased my panties down, rolling my thigh highs down with them until I was only wearing my skirt, bunched around my middle. Bram reached around behind me and undid my skirt, lifting me down from the vanity and propelling me forward as I stepped out of my skirt, indicating that I should turn on the water while he removed his pants and boxers from where they had pooled around his ankles, and he also made short work of his socks and shoes before joining me in the shower.
The soap was still wrapped in that little paper package, and Bram made short work of it while he crowded me against the wall of the shower. He rubbed the soap between his large hands, making lots of suds before rubbing his hands over my body, paying special attention to my breasts. Apparently they needed lots of washing. I leaned against the wet tiles, my hands fluttering against his arms as he massaged me, a few times I tried to work my hands towards his cock, only to have them swatted aside, Bram tut-tutting at me each time. After a few passes over my breasts, I felt like I was winding up tighter and tighter, until Bram dipped a hand down over my abdomen, sliding it down towards my curls, at the same time dipping his head to capture my mouth with his. As his tongue duelled with mine, I felt his thumb work between my lower lips, then press hard on that bundle of nerves that John had never seemed to be able to find. Bram apparently had a better sense of direction. My legs opened a fraction more, inviting Bram to access me better, and I felt the tips of a finger or two rubbing gently against my entrance, the whole time as that magic thumb was swirling around, building the tension in me. Gently Bram pressed two fingers inside, scissoring them a little to make sure that I could accommodate them, before he pushed them deeply up into me and twisted them around, finding a g spot that I didn’t even know I had. I gasped and slipped down a little, my legs suddenly unable to hold my weight. Bram put his free arm around my waist to brace me, and continued to work his fingers in and out of me, pushing on that spot inside while his thumb kept up the pressure outside. I couldn’t move at all, could barely make a sound except for little gasps and pants, all the while I could feel a tension building and building inside me. Without any conscious decision on my part, my hips began grinding down on Bram’s hand, trying to wring every last sensation from the contact between us, and then without warning I began shuddering, feeling like every muscle inside me was contracting and expanding at the same time. I rode the waves while Bram kept up the rhythm, working me to wring every last sensation from me. When the spasms stopped, I slumped forward, clinging tightly to Bram as his fingers stilled, then gently withdrew. It was only then that I became aware of a hot, sticky sensation between us, and looked down to see the last of Bram’s climax spurting out of his cock, coating my abdomen. I looked up, seeing him staring down at me with a dazed expression on his face.
“I’m sorry”, he said as he leaned over and picked up the soap again, “I didn’t think I was that close, but when I felt the strength of your orgasm, I couldn’t hold out any longer”.
While I watched, still feeling detached from my body and completely stunned by the strength of the orgasm I had felt, Bram gently washed me and then himself, then stepped outside the shower, wrapping himself in a towel before holding one out for me. I stepped into it, wrapping it around myself as Bram took a third and began to gently squeeze out my hair. I felt a bit awkward, and sensing it, Bram spoke gently.
“You’ve never orgasmed before, have you?”
I shook my head, wondering what he would think about my lack of experience, even though I had been married so many years, and was taken aback by the concern, and the pride, in his voice as he continued to speak.
“Well, I’m honoured to have given you your first, and I hope I get to give you plenty more”.
I spun to look at him, not really having thought through what would happen next. Bram arched his brow as I tried to explain myself.
“I haven’t thought about anything beyond now, have you?”
Bram smiled at me.
“Well, I don’t want you to think I’m just after a lunchtime quickie in a hotel. It would have probably been more conventional for us to go out on a few dates before we ended up here, but we’re here now. I want to see you again Diane, and not just for sex, although, I would like for there to be more sex”.
I giggled nervously.
“Well, we haven’t actually had sex you know. Not properly, we’ve just – “
I shrieked as Bram picked me up and carried me into the bedroom dropping me on the bed. He whipped the towel off my body and stepped back into the bathroom, dropping my towel and his towel back in there, quickly grabbing our clothes and dropping them on a chair. As I watched, lying naked on the bed and not caring about my state, he reached into his jacket, retrieving a small, cellophane covered box and returning to the bed, dropping in on the bedside table and stretching out on the bed next to me.
“Now, you were saying?” Bram said as he ran a hand along my body, starting at my shoulder and glancing down past my torso, gently feathering the underside of my breast before reaching the hand over to my hip and pulling me onto my side, facing him. As my body turned, he planted his hand against my arse, pulling me against him, and I gasped as I felt that hard length of him pushing against me.
“So soon? I didn’t think that was possible?” I gasped, raising my leg and wrapping it over his narrow hips, wanting to feel his silken length rubbing against me. Even though I had just climaxed, I knew I wanted more. I wanted to feel Bram inside me, as our bodies rubbed against each other. I reached down and grasped Bram’s cock, gently trailing my fingers up the impressive length of it, and testing the girth by fisting it with my hand. Brad moaned as he reached blindly behind him for the small box. I heard the rustling of cellophane and the sound of a cardboard top flipping up, before Bram tossed the box over his shoulder and pressed a small package into my hand.
“Put that on me, please Diane. I want to feel your hands rolling it over my cock”.
I smiled as I brought the package before my eyes and studied it. John had hated these, and had refused them, insisting I go on the pill. As we had planned to marry, I didn’t see a problem with it, but I appreciated that Bram was capable of thinking of them, as I probably wouldn’t have. I worked out how to tear the package open, then stared at the contents in confusion.
“Like this, Diane, I’ll do it this time, but I want you to do it next time”, Bram said as he took it from me and demonstrated how to roll the condom onto his cock. I watched in excitement as his hands stroked the condom down over his length. I didn’t understand why watching Bram touch himself turned me on even more, but it did. As he reached the end of the roll, I gently reached down and cupped his balls, massaging them as he sucked in a breath. Moving more quickly than I would have thought possible, Bram inserted a leg between mine, flipping me onto my back and spreading my legs with his hips. Expecting him to just thrust in, I found myself gasping in pleasure as Bram’s talented fingers worked their way into my slick channel as he rubbed his hips against mine, generating amazing friction with his cock against my inner thigh. I thrust forward with my hips, wanting Bram to massage that magic spot deep inside with his fingers again, but instead he withdrew them and brought them to his lips.
“Mmm, so wet and ready”, he said as he licked his fingers, my eyes widening as I saw what he was doing. My sex clenched as I watched and I felt that emptiness in between my legs again, that emptiness that just ached to be filled. Bram smiled down at me, his shaggy blond hair falling forward and he slowly rotated his hips before moving his hand down between us. I felt him grasp his cock and point it at my opening, and I opened my legs wider, finding myself vocalising in a way I never had before.
“Please, Bram, stop teasing me. I want you inside me, now”.
His eyes opened wide, and Bram responded with his wolfish grin again before thrusting his hips forward enough to push the tip of his cock into my channel. I clenched as the girth of it became apparent, I wanted Bram inside me, but I couldn’t imagine how it was going to fit. Bram leaned forward and kissed me gently, holding himself still until I relaxed. I could feel him trembling as he held his weight on his forearms, not letting his hips lower any more until the tension in my lower body eased. As I relaxed, he rotated his hips a little more, edging his cock further and further inside of me until I felt his pelvis grind against mine. Bram let out a groan as he realised he was now fully inside me, and yet he didn’t move. Tentatively, I moved my hips upwards a little, then Bram lifted his head and stared into my eyes, seeming to check for something in my gaze. He must have been happy with what he saw, as he slowly pulled out, then without breaking eye contact with me, slammed home. I moaned, and Bram took that as encouragement, as he repeated his action again and again, watching me the whole time. I wanted to close my eyes and surrender myself to the physical sensations that were engulfing me, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Bram’s eyes. Bram reached a hand down in between us, and pressed against my clitoris, smiling at me as I moaned softly. The speed and tempo of his thrusts increased and before long I felt myself hurtling towards another orgasm. I threw my head back, trying to capture the feeling, but Bram called me back from my haze.
“Diane, open your eyes and look at me, I want to watch you as you come”.
I tilted my head back down and forced my eyes open, unable to open them all the way but able to watch Bram’s eyes as he seemed to want so badly. It must have been a trick of the light, but his grey eyes now seemed to have taken on a glint of silver, and I watched him with satisfaction as I flew apart in his arms. As the spasms started to ease, I raised up my head, pulling Bram’s face down to me and kissing him passionately. As his breathing started to change, signalling that his own climax was close, I buried my face in his neck and gently bit down, suckling on his skin, wanting to taste him. Bram groaned, and not long after, he followed me to climax, thrusting deeply, pulling away from my mouth and throwing his head back but making sure to keep his eyes on me as I felt his cock twitch deep inside, and he moaned aloud as he thrust a couple more times, twitching and pulsing with his release. I raised a hand to his forehead, wiping back his hair, which was plastered to his forehead with the sweat of his exertions. Bram’s head fell forward until his forehead was leaning on mine, and I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
