MADDIE
I parted my lips, sat back in my swivel chair, and paused the online horror game on my screen, switching to my favorited hentai tab in Google Chrome. After this weekend and tonight with Alec, I freaking needed it.
Slipping my hand into my underwear, I blew out a low breath and gently rubbed my fingers over my clit. Pressure built higher and higher in my core. I closed my eyes, ignoring everything on the screen, and imagined Alec rubbing my cunt. Not me.
What the hell am I doing, thinking about Alec like this?
“Cupcake,” he purred into my ear.
Nearly screaming at the top of my lungs, I yanked my hand from my pants. “Ale—”
Alec slapped a hand over my mouth from behind to stop me from screaming his name and leaned over my chair, his mouth on my ear. “Don’t stop,” he murmured. “Keep playing with that slutty little pussy for me.”
Once I regained my composure, I returned to my relaxed position on the chair and looked over at him, my brow furrowed. “I don’t know if this is a good idea, Alec,” I whispered. “Oliver is pissed right now.”
“Don’t. Stop.”
I continued rubbing my clit as his hand dropped to my tit. As soon as I had come home earlier, I had ripped off my bra and thrown on an oversized T-shirt. But now, I regretted it as Alec could pull and tug on my nipples as hard as he wanted.
Pressure built higher in my core. He flicked my nipple with his fingers, and I lost it.
After my orgasm, I pulled my fingers away. Alec dropped his from my tit to my pussy and continued rubbing my sensitive clit for me. Back and forth and back and forth, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm with so much ease.
“A-Alec,” I murmured.
“Fuck,” he groaned, moving his fingers faster. “I love when you say my name, Cupcake.”
Pussy tightening, I threw my head back against my seat and bit back another moan. This was wrong. Oliver was home, right downstairs, pissed off about something. If he found me here with his best friend …
“Keep it coming for me,” he ordered. “I want to see you come again.” As his fingers drove me higher and higher, he handed me my phone. “Tell me what these are.”
“What are wh—” I gazed down at the screen to see messages from that same unknown number. I had been completely ignoring it—even contemplating blocking the number—but I knew they’d just use another one.
But they had sent me more messages since Friday night.
“I-I don’t know,” I whispered, attempting to find the words between the pleasure.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he growled, his free hand coming around the front of my throat and squeezing gently. He dropped his hand lower and slipped two large fingers into my pussy, the palm of his hand smacking against my clit. “Hmm?”
“B-because,” I managed, “it-it’s not your problem.”
“It is my problem,” he said. “Because you’re mine. All mine. And I’m going to fucking protect you from anyone. I don’t give a fuck who texts you, but when they threaten my girl, then it’s my problem.”
“Y-your g-girl?” I choked out.
“This pussy”—he twirled me around and fell to his knees, tossing one of my legs over his shoulder and holding the other high in the air, and then he dipped his face, his mouth hovering over my panties—“is mine.”
And then he crashed his lips against my sheer underwear and over my clit, kissing me through the thin material. I curled my toes, my legs jerking from the sudden pressure, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle a moan.
“Alec,” I whispered through my fingers.
He groaned, the sound sending a wave of pleasure through me, and curled a finger around my panties to pull them to the side. He flicked his tongue across my clit, sucking and licking my juices. “Cupcake …”
“W-we shouldn’t be—” I started, unsure of how to finish. “Oliver is—”
“Right downstairs. I know,” he murmured, vibrating my clit. “I had to sneak past him to see you. And I caught you being a dirty little whore for me, rubbing this little pussy without my permission.”
Fuck.
I tried to pull my thighs together to stop the immense pressure building between them, but he held them apart and thrust two fingers inside me again, pumping them in and out of me quickly. I squirmed in his strong hold.
“I didn’t think I needed your permission to touch myself,” I said.
He pushed his fingers into my mouth and stared up at me through dark eyes as he devoured my cunt. “You can rub your pussy anytime, but when you’re rubbing it and thinking about me, I’d appreciate a notice so I can watch.”
Heat coursed through my body, my core tightening. “Alec …”
“That’s what you were doing, wasn’t it? Thinking about me?”
Another moan escaped my lips. “N—”
“Don’t lie to me, Cupcake,” he mumbled. “Your pussy is quivering on my fingers at the mere mention of it and those cheeks”—he smirked against my clit and stared up at me—“are bright red. No need to be embarrassed about it. I think about you when I jerk off.”
Pleasure exploded in my core, and I cried out. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through my body. I squeezed my eyes closed, my legs shaking uncontrollably. He flicked my clit one last time, and I fucking lost it.
Alec Wolfe thought about me while stroking his big, fat cock.
Holy f-f-f-f—
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, sticking his pussy-juice-covered fingers in his mouth as he watched me with those sultry eyes. “That’s my good fucking girl.”