The Alpha Male Romance Boxed Set (8 page)

"I think the sauce is ready." He could hear his voice sounding hoarse and cringed, slightly embarrassed.

"Yes, the sauce."

Raking a hand through his hair, he tried to remember where the strainer was for the spaghetti, but the knowledge seemed to be lost on him. The only things he could think about at the moment was the throbbing pain in his dick and the sweet taste of her lips.

"Leave those. I can take care of them later."

"It's no bother," Jessie protested, though she was already loosening her grip on the plate she was about to take over to the sink. She had learned a number of things about Jeff over the course of dinner and one of those things was that it was futile to argue with him.

"Come on." Extending his hand to her, he nodded towards the door leading to the back yard, "I want to show you something."

The mere contact of his flesh on hers sent a rush of heat through her and reminded her of the kiss she'd experienced with him earlier. The memory of how he tasted - spearmint - lingered in the back of her mind, urging her to steal another kiss. Thoughts of the kiss took her mind to how large and rock-solid his cock had felt as she’d pressed against him. How would it feel inside of her? As good as she imagined? As good as her body insisted it would?

"Jessie?"

"Wha…" Even though she knew he couldn't read her thoughts a guilty flush warmed her cheeks. Looking up to meet his eyes and seeing the hunger develop behind those storm-grey eyes of his; she knew instantly that he knew where her mind had taken her.

He gave her hand a little tug, nodding once more towards the back door. "Come on."

She followed behind, taking several deep breaths in and releasing them slowly, calming the desires flaring up within her. Or at least attempting to calm them, she didn't seem to find herself as successful at it as she'd have liked to be.

Opening the back door, Jeff stepped aside, ushering her out and then trailing behind.

"My god! It's Beautiful!" Wide-eyed, Jessie surveyed what she undoubtedly felt was the most stunning garden on which she'd ever laid eyes. The back door had actually led into a long, conservatory-style greenhouse, with a white gazebo and fountain as the main attraction in the center. She could see a door perhaps thirty feet away which she assumed led outside. The moon peeped down at them, through the glass, but the soft light that illuminated the conservatory came from a series of small, frosted white bulbs along the railing and roof of the gazebo.

The fragrance was overwhelming. There were hundreds of different varieties of exotic flowers lining the walls of the conservatory and in perfectly trimmed plots on the ground. Some she recognized, but most she couldn't name or place if her life depended on it.

"It's my secret hobby," Jeff explained before she had a chance to ask the question. "Some people watch television, I come out here and potter."

With a hand at the small of her back, he ushered her over to the gazebo. As she climbed the few stairs to the gazebo her eyes immediately focused on a large bouquet of mixed flowers, wrapped in golden paper with a matching bow, sitting on one of the white, wooden benches.

Assuming they were for her, she rushed over to the flowers, scooped them up and brought them to her nose; closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. The aroma was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, so wonderful that she felt she could happily spend hours breathing in the perfume enjoying the tranquility of the fragrant atmosphere.

At the sound of his faint chuckling she opened her eyes again and noticed he was now reclining with his shoulder against a wall. She grinned up at him. "Thank you. This place is... amazing."

Jeff nodded, "Well, you're welcome." Closing the distance between them, he sat down on the bench where her flowers had lain and patted the seat next to him.

Carefully, in an attempt to keep from damaging any of the delicate flowers, she placed the bouquet on a side table and sat next to him. "Your cooking is delicious, this…" she motioned to the garden around her, "is unbelievable. Can I ask you something?"

He shrugged and nodded.

"Why did you become a politician?"

Draping his arm along the back of the bench, he pulled her to his side and she settled herself against the hard warmth of his body. "Well, my father was a senator. My grandfather was a senator. My uncle was…"

"A senator?" Jessie teased.

Jeff chuckled. "No, smart ass, he's a governor. Oh, and my older sister is the mayor of a little town in a California. So... I think my occupation was predetermined."

"So do you like it?"

His silence took her by surprise so she shifted in his arms to face him. Catching his gaze she could see the conflict in his eyes. She placed her palm on his chest and waited for his response.

"Sometimes I love what I do and I can go home feeling good about the day. Though there are other times when I wish I had chosen something else. Left the stress and worry and conflict to someone else." The darkness suddenly lifted from his eyes and he smiled down at her. "Sometimes."

Her heart began to race, as she noticed the desire rising up within him once again, and she subconsciously began to caress the muscle under his sweater. Jessie's eyes dropped to his lips and her body seemed to be urging her to press herself up against him.

Making the decision for her, Jeff leaned down and captured her lips with his. She moaned against his mouth, and eagerly parted her lips for him. As his tongue thrust into her mouth, the fire that had been slowly burning within her ignited into an inferno within seconds. She sat up, swung a leg over his lap and straddled his hips, while her hands fisted the front of his sweater.

As their kiss became more intense, more urgent, the dampness between her legs grew, soaking the plain white cotton panties she wore under her skirt. She hadn't had any intention of having sex with him - at least not today. She'd had decided that when she was getting ready for the date - but now the only thought that was on her mind was the urgent need to have him inside her.

She broke the kiss, and began to work her lips across his jaw and to his neck, nipping lightly and placing soft kisses as she went.

"Oh fuck, Jessie!" Jeff sat back against the bench, and slid his hands up her thighs, under her skirt, heading toward her rear.

Jessie slipped her hands under his sweater and began to caress and massage the muscle of his abdominals, torso and up to his chest. The muscles rippled and flexed under the soft, yet firm caress of her fingers.

His low, ragged breaths, along with the deep growl that came from his throat, urged her on. His hands had made it to cup her round ass in his palms and he pulled her pussy tight against the ridge of his cock, sending another powerful jolt of desire through her. Her body seemed to take over as she rode him, despite the layers of clothing separating them.

The motions of her bucking against him caused the thin strip of material at the crotch of her panties to slip between her folds and with each thrust would rub against her clit, gradually bringing her to the brink of an orgasm.

The sensations rocking through her body were so overwhelming that she could no longer focus on anything but the waves of pleasure rushing through her. Pressing her forehead to his, she locked eyes with him. Both of their expressions were thick with desire and their ragged breaths intermingled, until their breaths were unified.

He continued to buck against her with each rotation. She was so close to coming she could no longer breathe and then he froze. His hands forced her tight against him.

"For the love of God, Jessie don't move."

She wanted to cry out in frustration, she needed to come so badly her body ached. As if sensing her distress he removed a hand from her rear and slipped it down the front of her panties to cup her mound in his hand. She gasped and held her breath. She was so close.

"Please, Jeff."

Slipping a finger between the lips of her pussy, Jeff groaned. "My God you're wet, Jess."

If she wasn't so horny she'd have been embarrassed. "I'm so close," she whispered.

Parting her folds he began to stroke her swollen and throbbing clit. She whimpered and pressed her face into the side of his neck, holding tight to him. She bucked against his hand, and within seconds she felt herself at the edge once more. Just as he slipped a finger deep into her tight, virgin pussy she exploded; her juices gushing over his hand.

Her body trembled and went limp over him. Clutching tightly to him she basked in the feel of him against her, but God help her, she wanted more! Needed more. She made a motion to move against him, but his arms around her held her tight against him, stopping any attempt at movement.

"Just... stay... for a few seconds. If you move, I'm going to come in my jeans and considering I haven't done that since I was fifteen, I'd prefer not to start now."

She laughed softly at his bluntness. "Alright."

A minute later, he relaxed his hold on her, allowing her to sit up on him.

"Do you mind if I ask you something personal, Jessie?" He fingered a stray lock of hair and gently tucked it behind her ear.

Jessie nodded. "Of course. Sure." She already knew what he wanted to know, he would have felt how tight she was and have already guessed.

"Are you a virgin?"

She hesitated. Being a virgin wasn't something she felt especially proud about. Nowadays being twenty-one and still a virgin was highly unusual, but at the same time none of the boys she'd dated at ever made her feel good enough to
want
to have sex. They always managed to turn her off either by their immature attitudes, or clumsy, overzealous touches. She had never had a man bring out the desires within her like Jeff seemed to and she desperately wanted more.

Finally, she nodded. "Yes."

He cupped her chin in his hand and grazed her cheek with his thumb as he gazed into her eyes. "Okay. Then I think I should take you home now." A look of panic crossed her face and he chuckled. "I'm taking you home because I want us to have a few dates before
that
happens, especially given this new information, but if I don't take you home I'll be tearing off your clothing and taking you here in the gazebo."

Would that be so bad? She was leaning toward no at that moment.

"But, I'd like to see you tomorrow night." He slipped his hand from her chin to the back of her head and urged her lips down to his in a tender kiss. "
If
you want to see me again."

Jessie nodded, "I'd like that."

Pulling her tight against him once more he kissed her temple. "Good, then let's get you home before I change my mind.

Again, she wondered if that would really be such a bad thing, but agreed anyhow.

****

When he had dropped Jessie back home the previous evening, he'd been an absolute wreck. His cock had been so hard for so long that it had literally hurt and the remainder of the evening, the only thing his mind wanted to think about was the feel of her wet, tight pussy as it clenched and then came over his finger and hand and how good it would feel to have that happen over his dick.

He’d masturbated three times that evening to thoughts of her and it
still
didn't seem to be enough. The feel of her soft, delicate hands as they caressed his chest, the smell of peaches that assaulted his nostrils and the look of wonder when she'd stepped into his backyard sanctuary all played on his mind.

While her luscious, curvy body played on his dick; her sweet, almost innocent and easy going personality played on his heart. Even above all those other qualities, she was genuine, no arrogance or snootiness - which were the qualities that came with many of the women he'd dated in the past. No, she was the girl next door, and he loved that about her. He'd had a feeling over the previous few months that there was something extra special about her. However, after last night he knew for sure.

Lust, it's just lust. Get yourself under control
.
And she's only twenty-one!
He'd discovered her age last night during dinner - though she had turned out to be slightly older than expected which was a small bonus. Still, he could only imagine the fun the press would have with the story of him - a thirty-three year old senator dating a twenty-one year old - just two years out of high school. Fun indeed. He was dreading telling his advisor, she'd be less than thrilled with the idea, he was certain.

"To hell with them," he grumbled as he turned into the driveway of Jessie's house. He'd deal with the press and his advisor when the time came. He'd spent years doing what he was told, building a public imagine, maintaining said image, and he was so damned sick of living for his job.

Yes
, he decided as he shut off the car and stepped out,
it's time I live to make me happy, at least when it comes to my personal relationships.

He'd made it as far as the first step when the front door was flung open, revealing Jessie. Her satiny blonde hair was down again tonight - the way he liked it. Again, she was dressed simply, but sexily. A plain, tailored white blouse, just thin enough that he could make out the outline of her lacy bra and a knee length, black flowing skirt with those boots that he imagined seeing her wear while naked as he thrust into her tight, virgin pussy.

Damn if this isn't going to be a long night
, he groaned as he felt his dick, rise up under his jeans.

She met him partway, as he reached the top stair and fell into his arms. As he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight, he noticed another familiar looking figure in the shadows of the open door. When she realized he'd spotted her, she came into full view and reclined against the door jamb.