her ass, covered in the sweat from his thighs.
She rode him hard enough for her thighs to grow weak, her legs doing the work her hands couldn’t shoulder. The pleasure brewing beneath her skin begged her to go on, but the exhaustion of the night snuck up on her like a ghost. She bent forward, her head resting on Richard’s shoulders as her movements slowed.
“Come on,” Richard growled, lifting her up and down. “You can do this.”
“I want to,” she moaned, mouth inches away from his ear. “But I…I can’t…” She lifted her hips and collapsed against him. “I need…I need my hands.”
Richard shook his head. “I can’t do that, baby,” he said, lips in her hair, two hands squeezing her ass. “Just let me…”
A guttural moan passed his lips as Richard shifted his legs, picking Francesca up so he could fuck into her. The crowd cheered at the new angle, at the sight of Richard’s hips pumping his thick cock in and out of her. Francesca moaned against his neck, her orgasm building fast in her stomach.
“I’m gonna come,” she said. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna – Oh !”
Her orgasm shot through her, warm liquid pooling between the two of them, sliding down Richard’s torso as he quickened the pace of his hips.
“Come inside me,” Francesca moaned. “Please. Fill me up.”
It was all Richard needed to hear. Francesca felt him shudder beneath her, warm cum filling her up as Richard’s low howl filled the room. The Alphas applauded, their resounding sound of approval like music to Francesca’s ears.
The redhead clacked over to them. “What a show,” she said, undoing Francesca’s blindfold.
She removed her head from Richard’s neck and blinked at the bright light of the room. The crowd was staring up at them, flushed grins on their faces, erections prominent in their pants.
“Now,” the redhead said, turning away from them. “Who’s next?”
8
T he first thing Francesca noticed when Richard laid her on his bed was that the sheets had been changed. The red silk sheets she ruined with her wetness were replaced with black cotton of the highest thread count.
Her brown hair splayed across the pillow as her naked body curled towards the Alpha hovering by her bed side.
“Are you going to sleep too?” she said, blinking up at him.
A small smile tugged at Richard’s mouth. “I have something else to do but you’ll be safe here for the night. In the morning you can pick up your check at the front door before you leave. I’ll have someone bring up your bag.”
A lump of disappointment formed in her stomach. She expected this, a night of fucking and sucking before being sent on her way, but there was something about the blue-eyed Alpha that made her wish the hunt lasted into the weekend.
“Will I get to see you before I leave?” she asked.
Richard ducked his head. He looked away from her before his hand found her cheek, fingers caressing the skin below her lip.
“Probably not,” he said.
Francesca could feel the exhaustion, like a weight in each bone, but she forced herself to sit up on the bed. She grabbed the front of Richard’s shirt and pulled him close, their mouths slipping together. They hadn’t kissed at all that night but she wasn’t going to leave without knowing what he tasted like.
Richard tilted his head to the left and licked inside of her mouth, lapping up her scent and taste, one hand resting on the back of her head as he brought her down against the mattress.
“Go to sleep,” he said, pulling away.
Their hands dropped from each other’s bodies, soaking in the image of the other.
“I guess this is good-bye,” Francesca said.
“I guess this is,” said Richard.
The dark-haired Alpha pulled his arms behind his back and made his way to the bedroom door. If his feet dragged against the carpet he wasn’t going to mention it.
His hand was on the knob, shutting the door behind him when he heard a bright, “Good night, Richard,” from the