Alpha.
My skin was on fire, and my ass needed to be filled. Somewhere in the back of my brain, a logical voice was screamingdon’t do it!But there was no way in hell I was going to listen. Ineeded,and from the look in Joe’s eyes, he knew exactly what I was thinking.
Reaching up to place a hand on his neck, making sure our skin was in full contact, I dropped my voice to what I thought might be a seductive tone. “You’re my ride, Joe?”
With my hand on the side of his neck and my thumb at the base of his throat, I felt him swallow hard. “Yeah, professor, I’m your ride.”
“As sexy as it might be some other time for you to call me professor while you’re close enough for me to feel your cock rubbing my abs, Joe, right now, I’m just a guy who wants to be filled and fucked within an inch of his life. Call me Preston and show me what kind of ride I’m in for.”
Joe’s breathing grew heavier as his eyes grew dark and predatory. He moved closer, our breath mingling between us. His lips were so close I could already taste the peppermints he loved. My eyes closed in anticipation of my first kiss in years when someone was beside us suddenly, and Joe stepped back with a jerk.
“Joe, dude, Dean Douche is here. You don’t want him seeing the professor here tipsy and making out with a student in a bar, man.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sorry.” If his hands pulled his gorgeous auburn hair any tighter, he’d look like Randy soon. “I need to get him home.”
“I’ll distract him, and you sneak out the back into the alley.”
When Joe moved to the side, I finally recognized his friend. “Stan, it’s good to see you. What are you doing here?”
Stan the Man, some called him, was a jack of all trades and a permanent student at the university. He was the man you called if you needed it and didn’t know where to get it. Sometimes it might be legal, sometimes questionable, but he was the one that could help you out for a price.
“I’m saving both your asses from getting reamed, so get going, and I’ll make sure the coast is clear.”
“Reamed asses. Nice one, Stan.”
Without another word, Joe spun me around and began hustling me toward the back of the bar, down a hall, and out the back door. As soon as we were out in the cool night air, the alcohol in my bloodstream hit me like a train colliding with the lust that had been riding me for the last few minutes.
We were walking toward the street at the end of the alley when I heard someone on the sidewalk. “Come on, Bailey. I think I saw Professor Page inRibbits,and he’s absolutely blitzed.” Laughter rang down the alley. My heart sped up, and fear of being found by gossiping undergrads had me grabbing Joe by the hand and ducking behind the dumpster. I wedged myself against the wall and pulled Joe in front of me to hide from sight.
Once the panic subsided, I realized we were alone. We were alone in an alley behind a bar. The smells out here should have been questionable, but all I noticed was the intoxicating smell of the man in front of me. He smelled like peppermint and freshly baked rolls—comfort and protection. I had the urge to be as close as possible to him. He must have had the same idea, as I noticed his arms were easing their way around my waist in the dark shadows between the buildings.
“Your skin is so soft, prof…Preston. What does it taste like, I wonder.”
My hands had been wandering gently up his sides, but the sound of his deep voice, his breath on my skin, and his scent intoxicating my already overwhelmed senses tipped me over the edge of patience and good sense. Gentle wasnotwhat I wanted.
My fingers dug into his hoodie, and I yanked so hard he slammed my body against the brick wall at my back, pinning me to the spot. Mmmmm, it was good but not good enough.
“Don’t wonder, Joe. Taste anything you want. Take anything you want. Pin me to this wall and fuck me like a sex doll.”
“Fuck, Preston.” Joe dropped his head down onto my shoulder and groaned while grinding his rock-hard cock into mine. “I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’ve been drinking.”
I twisted my hips to get more friction, moaning my frustrated pleasure. “I’m aware of where I am, Joe. I know what I’m doing, and I know what I want. This might seem out of character, but it’s not.” I picked his head up off my shoulder and kissed him hard and quick. “You said you were my ride, big boy, so give me a ride.”
It was the ride of my life.
Joe kissed me like I was his last breath. Teeth and tongues clashed, and I tasted blood, but I didn’t care. His kisses trailed down my neck to the soft place below my ear. I shivered, and he growled before biting down in the same place.
“God, yes.”
Joe looked down at me with a glimmer of possession and lust. “It’s not God that’s gonna fuck you against an alley wall, Preston. It’s me.”
I nodded weakly, drugged by his kisses and possessiveness. I needed him to take charge. I had needed it for so long that I almost didn’t realize the sensation.
“Say it, Preston.”
“Fuck me, Joe. Please, fill me up.”
Joe pulled his joggers down, releasing his magnificent cock. I couldn’t see much, but from what I could tell, it was perfect. He unbuttoned my pants and ripped them down my legs along with my underwear, helping me pull one foot out and leaving my loafer on the alley pavement.
