Page 8 of Breaking the Alpha
“But we can eliminate the trade if we decide to experience and savor.”She scratched her nails gently up along her ribs.“Right now, my skin feels cool, so every touch of my warm hands brings a different sensation than it would if I was running hot.”Pressing her palms flat, she moved them down her body to her thighs, watching as River’s hands came to rest on his own powerful thighs.“There’s no taking or giving, neither you nor I are losing anything.”
Hooking her thumbs in the delicate lace band of her underwear, she took her time slithering out of them.“We so often search for permission to enjoy, waiting for others to act before we react.”She slid a bra strap off with one hand, the other skimming along her bare stomach.“Right now, you’re watching me savor the sensation of my hands on my skin and you’re thinking about it.”Reaching back, she unhooked it and let it slide off her body.“You’re thinking about how my hands would feel on your body.”
He inhaled sharply and let out a ragged breath as he nodded, his own fingers absently caressing his thighs through his jeans.
“You’re thinking about putting your own hands on me.”She trailed her fingers up and down the inside of her arms, letting him get lost in the repetitive motions.“And you’re seeking permission, River.Whether it’s you touching me—” She grazed her thumb along her bottom lip and he followed suit without hesitation.“Me touching you—” Brushing the back of her hand across her cheek, she closed her eyes.“Me touching me—” Sliding her hand down the side of her body, she dug her fingers lightly into her hip.“Or you touching you.”
*
River palmed hisaching cock through his jeans, the pressure doing little to release the electric energy thrumming in every nerve of his body.
He’d been to his fair share of strip clubs.Hell, he’d even had a lap dance or two.
But there wasn’t a pro dancer in all of California who could compete with the show Angelina was putting on.
Whatever witchcraft she was spinning had him panting.His heart pounded while his eyes locked onto the excruciatingly slow movements of her hands moving over her skin.Her voice worked its way so far into his head it felt like it belonged there, as though her words were an extension of his own thoughts.
He popped the button of his fly and slid the zipper down, relieving some of the discomfort keeping him from falling completely into the moment she was creating.
And what a mistake that was.
Without the distraction of metal zipper teeth, he was free to focus solely on Angelina.
She was sitting on a stool across the room, her long legs crossed, her hair falling in tangled waves across her breasts.And although she was naked a few scant feet away, his eyes were locked on the movements of her hands, his mind tuned into her voice.Her fingers slid along her shoulders and throat, trailing down her arm and up again over and over.She spoke about the interchanging of wants and needs, about the chill in the air, about the gentle grazing of her own hair brushing across her spine.
Pushing the band of his boxers down, he wrapped his hand around his erection, watching her face for her reaction.When her only acknowledgement was a quick inhale amid her steady breathing, he slid his hand down his length, his grip loose while he mimicked her own delicate caresses.
Aside from her nudity, there was nothing overtly sexual in her actions or her words.But the effect she was having on him was intense, his cock hot and heavy in his hand, pulsing with every light touch.
She led him with her own movements, his hands matching the pressure and speed of hers as she alternated between fingers feathering along her collarbone and flattened palms sliding along her thigh.She was providing him with a map of her body, showing him where and how she liked to be touched: grazing her fingers along the inside of her arms, digging them into her hips, splaying her hands across her stomach.Through it all, she continued to describe the rising heat in her body, the sensation of the air-conditioning sending a cool breeze across her skin.He became hyper aware of his own reaction to the chill in the room, more in tune with the sensations thrumming through him from head to toe, building in intensity with every passing minute.
There was a subtle shift in her focus as she wrapped her arms around herself and her hands grasped her shoulders.Her fingers dug in with slow, practiced circles.He followed her lead without hesitation, tightening his grip on his cock and duplicating the motions.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.“I’m so goddamn close.”
And as if a switch had been flipped, she stopped, folded her hands in her lap, and smiled sweetly.“Would you like me to break the fourth wall now?”
He blinked.“What?”
“The fourth wall,” she repeated as she stood, reached into her purse, pulled out a small foil packet, and walked toward him.“That invisible divide between me, the performer, and you, the audience.Would you like me to break it?”
His brain was struggling to understand her words, but it was definitely able to pick up on the context clues when she straddled his hips.“Break it.Destroy it, smash it, blow it up, whatever it’s gonna take for me to be inside you.”
Licking her lips, she torn the condom pack open with her teeth, gripped his cock, and sheathed him with expert precision.Then she lined him up with her entrance and sunk onto him with a sigh.“I’m still leading the show, okay?”
“Yeah, Angel,” he ground out through clenched teeth as he fought back the urge to come.“I just need a second.”
She tsk’d and slid one hand into his hair while she rolled her hips.“Mind over matter, River.Focus on one sensation at a time until you’re ready to take it all in.Now keep those hands on the armchair.”
He let out a pained chuckle that morphed into a moan when Angelina began to ride him with an excruciating slowness.Every movement was drawn out, from the way her hips swiveled to the raking of her nails through his hair.Her other hand gripped his shoulder and he felt the slight pain of her finger digging into his skin while her thumb gently traced the lines of his tattoos.The heat of her body contrasted with the cool air being pumped into the room.Even her breathing captured his attention, the sharp inhales followed by long exhales and punctuated by soft moans every time he filled her.
He’d never felt more attuned to his own body during sex than he was in that moment.She skimmed her nails along the inside of his arms and he grasped her hips in a desperate attempt to ground himself.Allowing her to control the pace was both killing and invigorating him.She kept him on the edge with absolute mastery, changing up the sensations ricocheting through him every time the familiar tingle of an orgasm began to build in his spine.
Then she spoke and all bets were off.
“Can you feel how wet you make me?”she gasped into his ear as she reached between them and found her clit.“I’m going to come so hard, but I need you to take your control back and fuck me.Now.”
Over the years, the hours he spent at the gym had one goal and one goal only: to make his body as close to marketable perfection as possible.
