Dominion (Alpha Domain #1) (14 page)

“Do you like this?”

“Allen,
please
.”

“Please what?”

“Put it in me.”

I could have taken that as an invitation to stick my dick into her tight little ass, but I had the feeling that it wouldn’t have gone over so well. I pressed my finger forward and used my other hand to keep toying with her clit, hoping the pleasure would help ease her discomfort.

It seemed to work. After I pressed past the tense ring of muscles, I was expecting a wince of pain and having to wait as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Instead, she mewled and arched her back, pressing her ass harder against my finger and taking it down to the knuckle. I hissed when I felt the heat around my finger.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight here. Have you ever had anal?”

“N-No.”

Just the thought that I’d be the first one inside her ass made my head spin.

“But you want to. You want to have my cock in here, don’t you?”

I pressed down hard against her clit while pushing my finger as deep into her ass as it could go. I grunted when I felt her muscles clenching around me as she nodded in response to my question, making me feel drunk off the idea of having my cock inside her.

“I can’t wait to take this perfect little ass of yours,” I murmured, delirious with want. “It’s gonna feel so good, baby. Having me stretching you wide open from behind while John fills up your tight pussy. Gonna make you come so hard on both of us.”

Amber’s breathing started to quicken and I was struck with need to be inside her. I knew she wasn’t ready to take me in her ass—she’d need a lot of prep for that—but I could do something else.

I pulled both hands away, ignoring her groan of protest as I adjusted her body by pulling her ass back until I could line myself up to take her from behind. She caught on quickly and reached forward to firmly brace herself against the wall again. I gripped her hips tightly, rocking my hips forward just enough for her to feel my cock gently brush against her folds. She moaned and writhed, desperate for more.

“I want to fuck you,” I said plainly, watching as she nodded her head. “I want it just like this. Right now. Do you trust me?”

It took a moment for the meaning of my words to work their way through her lust-clouded mind. She looked back at me then down, seeing just enough of my cock to realize that I wasn’t wearing a condom.

I knew she was still on the pill. I saw the pack in her purse. I also knew she was clean from the regular medical reports that I paid to get.

Creepy? Well, yeah. I could admit that. But for years, I considered it the only way I could find out if she was okay or not.

Now, I could just ask. Because she was
here
, bent over in my shower, ready to take my cock back into her body.

If she tells me to get a condom—I might fucking snap.

But she didn’t. Instead, she pressed back against me and said, “Fuck me. I want to feel it.”

I could only hope that by
it
, she meant my cum shooting into her pussy. Because that’s exactly what I planned to do. It only took me a split second to align my cock with her opening and then a quick flex of my hips to push forward and bury myself to the hilt.

“
Ohhh
, Allen.”

Being in her again was heaven and being in her
raw
was like a punch to the gut. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me and her breathless call of my name just made the punch so much harder.

Before I started moving, I stretched to the side to reach the knobs of the shower and turned the water off. I wanted to be able to clearly hear every moment of this.

Like the slick sound of my cock gliding through her wetness when I pulled out then slammed back in, her arousal coating my entire length and her heat burning me alive. I shuddered a little before I began to thrust again, embarrassed by the fact that I could already feel the ache to come starting in my balls again.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her hands slipping against the wet wall. “Faster.”

“Yes, baby. Anything,” I panted, increasing the speed of my hips until she was crying out in ecstasy and I could hear the wet slap of my balls against her ass.

I kept my pace steady and focused only on the sounds of her rising pleasure, mentally reciting the lyrics of any song I could think of to hold myself off as long as I possibly could. I wanted this to last forever—but I settled for lasting long enough to make her scream in climax.

I watched her fingers clawing at the wall as she tried to right herself. Every inch straighter she stood up made her clench tighter around me and I groaned at the sensation.

“Allen. Allen, stop.”

I responded to her words immediately, freezing inside her.

“Am I hurting you?”

She laughed—the sound light and breathless and enough to make my heart tighten. I wanted to hear that sound coming from her all the time.

“No. I... I want to see you.”

It took a mere second until I understood, reluctantly pulling out of her so I could spin her around to face me. Before she could open her mouth again, I crouched down and lifted her with ease, pressing her back hard against the shower wall while I gripped the soft flesh of her ass with my hands.

My angle was damn near perfect and it only took two searching thrusts until I found her core and slid back inside. Her head fell back and hit the wall as she moaned and I just barely managed to resist the urge to bury my face against her neck and rut until I came.

Instead, I started slowly rocking forward, re-building the orgasm that I knew she would’ve had soon if I had continued to fuck her from behind.

The problem with this position was it made it harder for me to disconnect. The song lyrics started to fade away as I stared into her eyes, and all I could think about was blowing my load inside her perfect, willing body.

I knew she would want more soon, so I beat her to the punch before she could open her mouth and beg, knowing her words would possibly push me over the edge. I tightened my hold on her body and drove her—quite literally—up the wall as I began to fuck her in earnest. I was rewarded with a stuttering cry of pleasure and another gush of wetness coating my cock.

I clenched my jaw when I felt her walls starting to flutter. I closed my eyes to try to block out some of the intensity, but her fingers gently laid on my cheek like she was willing me to look at her.

I was grateful that it was just me and her at this point, because the pitiful, helpless moan I let out was pretty fucking embarrassing.

I covered the sound by clearing my throat and grounding out, “You like this?”

“Oh my god yes!”

“You like the way my cock feels in you raw?”

She moaned and nodded, her legs wrapping tighter around my hips and her walls starting to clench down hard. She was close.

Thank fuck.

Talking dirty seemed to be driving her wild and it was helping me hold off, so I opened my mouth and let the words fall out on their own accord.

“I like it, too. Never felt anything so fucking good,” I panted as I sped up, rocking into her harder and gritting my teeth together when I felt her nails digging into my back. “Never imagined you would take me inside you like this. Tell me you love it.”

“God, I love it!
Harder!
” she screamed, the cry echoing in the bathroom and spurring me to move faster. To pound her—
claim
her.

“You gonna come? Do it. Let me feel it. I want to feel you fucking gushing all over me before I fill up your tight little pussy with my cum.”

Amber’s eyes slid closed and her breathing stuttered as her entire body seized up for a split second—then released all at once along with a loud scream.

“ALLEN!”

“Oh,
fuck
!” I shouted, pounding into her brutally hard when I felt the flood of heat and wetness envelope me.

There was no more delaying the inevitable—I
needed
to come.
Now.

“So good, so good.... Oh god, Amber,” I panted, leaning forward to bury my face in her neck like I wanted to from the start. I never felt closer to anyone as I did right then and I couldn’t stop myself as the words continued to pour out. “I love you so fucking much. Always loved you. Mine, mine,
mine
.”

Amber drew in a harsh breath as her body shivered in my arms and she turned her head to whisper directly into my ear.

“Come inside me, Allen.”

I did—with a strangled howl of release that echoed through the entire room and likely the rest of the house. My cock felt like it was going to explode as I pulsed deep in her body, unloading every drop of cum I had left as her walls continued to flex around me. It felt like I was never going to stop coming.

But after a few moments, the pleasure faded and was replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion and the warm glow of satisfaction. I held her against the wall as I removed my softening cock and stared down at her sex to watch as my cum started to slowly leak out.

The sight made me shudder and I lowered her to the ground, unable to hold her there any longer without risking us both toppling over.

“More sleep now?” she asked with a yawn.

“Sounds good,” I agreed, the nightmare that woke me already forgotten. “Let me just clean you up first.”

I twisted the knob to restart the shower and gently washed her with my fingers, doing my best not to grin at the way she twisted and shuddered whenever I grazed against her swollen clitoris. Even though I was dead tired, the urge to crouch down and flick her clit with my tongue until she climaxed again was strong.

But just as I was about to do so, she yawned again and I resigned myself to drying her off and carrying her back to bed.

We curled up beside each other and I tried to stay awake longer than she did, but the exhaustion was too powerful to fight.

The precise moment I drifted into sleep, I could’ve sworn I heard a whispered,
“I love you, too.”

I
eyed Mason warily
, just waiting for whatever bullshit he wanted to say. After the four of us discussed a bunch of possible scenarios for getting in and out of the area without drawing a ton of attention, we agreed to let Troy and Derek get a few hours of rest while we got the final remaining item we needed for our plan.

The second Mason and I stepped out of the house, I could see the desire to say something written all over his face—something he
knew
was going to piss me off. Otherwise, he would’ve already said it.

“
What?
”

His eyes left the road to look at me, one brow raising. “Pardon?”

“Don’t play dumb, Mason. Just spit out whatever you’re thinking so hard about.”

He shrugged a little, but the corners of his mouth curled up. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m thinking
hard
about it, but I was just wondering what’s going on with this little love triangle.”

Goddamn it. Why did I even ask?

“It’s really none of your business.”

“True, but come on! You can’t blame me for being curious. I mean, I just found out that my two male bosses are fucking. That’s gossip worthy if you ask—”

“Allen and I are
not
fucking,” I hissed, then backpedaled when I saw the triumphant look on his face. “Just shut the fuck up.”

“Come on, John. I’ll be the one guarding her, I should at least know who I’m protecting her for. Is it you or Allen?”

“Both,” I muttered, pissed that I was giving in to his questioning, but knowing it’d be easier to deal with in the long run. Also, I wanted to make it
damn
clear that Allen and I were in no way, shape, or form fucking each other. “We’re both with her.”

“So how’s that work? Devil’s threesome?”

“Pretty much. I love Allen like a brother, but I have no desire to touch his cock.”

“You’re just okay with seeing your girl
taking
his cock.”

I groaned and dug my fingers into my eyes, willing away the throbbing ache that was rapidly forming behind them.

“There really isn’t any way you can justify this that doesn’t sound at least a little fucked up, by the way. But don’t take it personally. I’m not judging.”

“No, you’re just having fun at my expense. Why don’t you say this shit to Allen next time?”

Both of Mason’s eyebrows raised and he shook his head firmly. “I don’t fucking think so. He’d put a bullet in my head.”

“And I won’t?”

The smirk came back. “Nope. I like to think you have a better sense of humor than the boss man. Besides, you need me for this mission and you know it.”

He wasn’t wrong. We were stretched thin enough as it was and we needed someone capable to guard Amber while the four of us went to the warehouse. Plus, the escape plan meant losing Derek’s assistance in the fight itself, so we were down to three bodies.

Any less and I would’ve called the whole thing off. As it was, it was still going to be hellish. I could only hope that the majority of their crew wouldn’t be there as early in the morning as we were planning on going and that we would be able to get through the warehouse easily, then regroup back at home.

Not that I’d ever let Allen hear me say that. I still wasn’t entirely okay with the thought of bringing the fight to where we were trying to protect Amber, but I logically knew it’d be better to do it there. We could hide her to keep her safe while the rest of us armed ourselves for battle. The house was well-fortified and we wouldn’t all be separated doing different tasks. It was the only way we could handle this that wouldn’t end with our deaths.

Hopefully.

“You see that?” Mason asked, his voice pulling me out of my dark thoughts.

I looked ahead out the windshield and squinted at the sight of the lights surrounding the school.

“Which one is it again?”

“Fourteen fifty-three.”

“Drop me around the corner. Where’s the kit?”

“Backseat.”

“Alright.”

After he pulled the car to a stop, I covered my face with the ski mask and hopped out, grabbing the bag out of the car and waiting for Mason to pull away. I jogged to the fence and threw the bag over it before climbing up myself, thanking anyone who was listening for the lack of barbed wire.

My feet hit the ground with a loud thud and I stayed down, waiting for a sound to signal whether someone was watching. I knew it was unlikely, but I was better off playing it safe.

When nothing responded to my noise, I grabbed the bag and crept deeper into the lot.

“Fourteen fifty-three, fourteen fifty-three...” I quietly muttered to myself, eyeing the numbers on the doors until they landed on the one I needed. “Jackpot.”

I easily pried open the doors and stepped onto the school bus, dropping the bag beside the driver’s seat and unzipping it. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I slipped it out, quickly scanning the message from Mason.

‘
Gate’s open. Clear to move.
’

“Sorry, kids,” I spoke aloud as I shoved the phone back into my pocket and pulled out the first piece of equipment Derek had saddled me with. “There’ll be no school tomorrow.”

I
t took some doing
—including an angry call that woke Derek up so I could demand clearer instructions on how the fuck to hijack a bus, but I eventually managed to get it done. Mason followed me back to our base and I was grateful for his presence in the rearview.

Driving a school bus around at two in the morning was a move just
begging
for police attention. By sheer stroke of luck—and also thanks to Derek’s homemade police scanner—we were able to make it all the way back to the house without interruption.

Hiding the bus was easy enough to do by parking it in the small area behind the house. Troy had moved Allen’s two cars to the street to give us room and I just barely managed to squeeze the bus into the spot. Mason and I covered the back with a tarp—just in case anyone caught sight of it before morning and tried to read the plate number.

Another unlikely scenario, but better to play it safe.

“Get some sleep while you can,” Mason grunted after he hopped down from the roof of the bus. He twisted his wrist and tapped the glass face of his watch. “Two hours and fourteen minutes until go.”

“Are you staying up?”

“Yeah. I’m good for a while.”

Besides Allen, Mason was the only man I knew who could survive on the bare minimum of sleep. I was certain that he was plagued by nightmares just like Allen was, which was probably the main reason why he stuck with us for so long. Even though Mason’s were likely far more horrific, the two had formed a bond over their mutual insomnia.

“Wake me up in two hours.”

“Will do, boss.”

I gave him a curt nod and head up towards the house.

I dropped off in my own bedroom to grab a quick shower and a change of clothes, then wandered upstairs to Allen’s bedroom in my boxers. I opened the door slowly so I wouldn’t accidentally wake Amber, then paused when I realized that Allen was asleep beside her.

Actually
seeing
him asleep was such a rare occurrence that it floored me for a long moment—too afraid to move in fear of waking him.

But eventually, I crept forward, silently moving to the empty side of the bed and sliding in beside Amber. She was facing my way already and when I scooted close to her side, her arm stretched out across my waist and she sighed happily in her sleep. Allen’s face remained stoic where it rested against her neck, but his breathing was even enough for me to realize that he wasn’t having nightmares.

I forcefully pushed away the thoughts of what would happen in less than two hours and stared at Amber’s sleeping face until I felt exhaustion pulling me under as well.