Page 19 of Alpha’s Conquest

Marshall’s other hand quickly clamped over my lips to shut me up. His cock leisurely slid in and out with slow, deep thrusts that made my eyes roll back into my head. “Sssssh,” he whispered in my ear. “You want the whole town to hear?”

I definitely did not want that. Everyone in Oakridge would know Marshall’s slutty boyfriend got railed in public when the sun was still up. I’d never been good at keeping quiet during sex, so Marshall wisely kept his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. The tip of his cock brushed against my pleasure spot with every slow thrust. I groaned whenever he touched me there, almost whimpering when he withdrew, the pleasure growing and dying inside me over and over again.

He reached around me and slowly grasped my throbbing cock, jacking me off in time with his slow thrusts. It ramped my pleasure up so high, I moaned into his hand and thrust between his fingers. “I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered. “Do you like this? Me fucking you outside where anyone might see?” Was this an experiment? Trying to see what drove me wild after that talk we had about bondage and kinks? “Ungh, god,” Marshall moaned, leaning his face against me. “You feel so damn good, baby. This is so hot, I can’t hold it back.” His hand moved faster, jerking my cock as his own picked up speed inside me. “Cum with me.”

He fucked me a little harder, a little faster, closing his fist around the head of my cock. Being fucked and having my cock stroked at the same time felt incredible, but… it still wasn’t quite enough. Maybe it was doing it in public, or a side effect of all the stress. I’d always had a hard time climaxing, even during a heat. I needed something more. I hated feeling this way, and I would’ve tried anything to fix it.

His face appeared in my mind, an uninvited fantasy of the man I was trying to forget. Adam. Those thick arms of his, his red hair, sun-kissed skin dotted with freckles. A deep squeal fought to escape Marshall’s grip on my mouth. Just thinking about Adam made pleasure burst all over my body.

What would he say if he saw me like this? Would he be jealous? Would he take Marshall’s place and fuck my ass until I couldn’t stand, or would he make me suck him off and tease me when I came everywhere from it?

My hoarse moans could barely be contained now. I knew what I wanted Adam to do. I wanted him to fuck me. No one else. I wanted his pheromones in my nose, that thick, earthy scent clouding my senses until I was a weeping, dripping wet puddle for him. And I wanted him to make me cum until my cock had nothing left to give.

“Cum for me, Casey,” someone whispered in my ear. Was it Marshall? Or was it Adam?

Pleasure overtook me, and my cock throbbed as I tipped over the edge, cumming everywhere in sight like I hadn’t climaxed in weeks. My legs wobbled before it was over, and if Marshall hadn’t been holding me up, I would’ve collapsed onto the concrete.

The haze of pleasure cleared, and I was back in my own body. The fantasy disappeared as I opened my eyes. Cum dripped off the wall in front of me. That was so much cum.

Marshall bit my shirt to muffle his moans, growling as he erupted in climax and spilled his cum inside me. His hands loosened and he let me go, sliding out of me as he did. “Fuck,” he said, his voice just a little too loud. “God, that was amazing.”

Fluid leaked down my legs as I tried to catch my breath, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. I did not just think about him during sex. I came to the thought of Adam fucking me. I wasn’t doing a good job of pretending I didn’t like him.

Marshall kissed the back of my neck. “Damn,” he whispered. “You were a little excited, hmm? I’ve never seen you cum like that, or so quickly. Maybe you like a little danger. We should do this again.”

The sounds of the city invaded the alcove as more people walked past our hiding spot. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I pulled my pants up and righted myself as he did the same.

“A little much?” he commented, a cheeky grin on his face. “I get it. I don’t love the idea of someone seeing you, even by accident. But…” Leaning over me, he gently touched my cheek, pulling me up for a kiss. “...I liked this a lot. You were so damn tight, you almost made my cock go numb. You never do that. And you came so much, babe. Tell me the truth. Did you enjoy it?”

My cheeks went red, and I fumbled with my response. “I uhh…” What I really enjoyed was picturing your father fucking me. “It wasn’t… bad.”

Chuckling, Marshall put his hand around my waist, pulling me closer until we were chest to chest. “That’s my baby. My Case.”

His hopeful smile made me feel like the worst asshole to ever walk the planet.

The tour was over after that, and not just because I needed to clean up. Marshall drove me back to the house and left me there. Some of his old friends wanted to meet up, and there was only one thing that was almost as bad as meeting the family: meeting old friends. I excused myself from that social obligation, and he drove away after I went inside.

With the house to myself, I knew I shouldn’t snoop, but I was curious. There was something off about this house. Every room was so specifically decorated, with not a thread out of place. Was all of it like that? That couldn’t be true. I glanced around the bottom floor even though I knew I was alone, and tiptoed my way through the house.

Guest room. Not a single thing out of place. Bed made. Dresser dusted. A pheromone blocking purifier in the corner.

Bathroom. Not a single speck of water on the mirror. No toothpaste on the sink.

Kitchen. That was freshly cleaned, no surprise there.

Living room. The haphazard blanket on the couch was my handiwork. It looked out of place in the tidy room.

That was this side of the house, most of which I’d already seen. Going past the living room, I spotted an office, another bathroom, and a long hallway with light at the end. The hall ended at a small set of stairs and a doorway that led to a large room with a row of white French doors. I pushed one open and walked into a small indoor garden. A touch of greenery inside its own sunroom. Light touched all the plants, shining in through the glass ceiling. There were some dead leaves scattered on the floor, but the greenery was well maintained. Flowers, small trees, little bushes. Everything looked healthy and fresh.

His scent. I inhaled the smells from the room. Adam’s pheromones were mixed in with the sweet plants and fresh soil. A rush of desire overtook me from my head to my toes, settling where I was already hard. He smelled good before, but the scent of plants and dirt made his pheromones irresistible, and he wasn’t even here.

I stepped into the room, my bare feet touching the cool tile floor. It was so tranquil in here. A little humid, but not too cold or too hot. Was this his haven? When Adam felt sad or upset, did he come in here to calm down? This had to be his space. I couldn’t see David caring if a plant lived or wilted, and Marshall wasn’t home enough to keep anything alive.

Did she like it here? Mrs. Wilson. I didn’t even know her first name. Maybe it was something sweet like Kate or Paula. What if Adam built this for her? That thought left a sour taste in my mouth. I shouldn’t be prying like this. The more I knew about Adam, the more I wanted him, and that was the worst thing I could do.

I turned to leave and, fuck, he was here. Adam stood in the hallway, right beside the garden stairs. No sound gave away his arrival. He moved quietly, like a tiger on the prowl. And I was in his special room. Rushing across the sunroom, I tripped over my feet and fell face first onto the tile.

Before I could even react, he was there, his hands gripping my shoulders to help me up. My hands and face stung, and my knee ached. His thumb swiped across my upper lip, coming away streaked with blood.