The Alpha's Lost Luna

Chapter 5 - Much needed release

Lucy’s POV

"There you are Lu, I was getting worried you were going to ditch me.". Layla waved Lucy over to their small group of friends already standing in the second hall which had been set up for the presentation. The room was slowly filling, strangely with a high proportion of girls in the crowd. Lucy grumbled internally, already getting impatient about getting some good seats for the talk. If all these girls here were to just ogle the presenter, she should get priority for actually being interested in the topic, right?

The longer Layla kept chatting with their friends, the more seats were beginning to fill. Lucy felt butterflies in her stomach as she shifted from one foot to the other and back again. She was a ball of nerves and couldn’t stop moving. Her eyes were roaming the room, almost as if they were searching for something.

"Are you ok?". Layla caught her attention, seeing Lucy’s unease.

"Yeah, I think so. Weirdly nervous but I have no idea why.".

"Maybe you’re just excited to finally check out Mr tall, dark and seriously gorgeous over there.". Layla’s eyes fixed on someone over Lucy’s shoulder making her freeze. She suddenly felt her body calm, no longer itching to search the room. She slowly turned to look at who Layla was talking about and as soon as her eyes landed on him, she was hit yet again with the tropical fruit scent, except it seemed stronger now. Without thinking about it, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking a long drink from the fragrance surrounding her.

Finally, her eyes opened again, and allowed them to lazily trail over his body, taking her time to ogle the man at the front of the room. He was even larger than the company representative at the stand and Lucy couldn’t help but drool over his broad shoulders and large arms. To her, the white shirt he was wearing almost seemed inappropriate for a business environment, snugly fitting to his arms and the shape of his upper body. If that wasn’t enough, the tailor fitted grey suit trousers definitely made his outfit unsuitable for a day around bunch of hormonal teenagers.

Lucy was so focused on him that she took a single step forward. That is until she noticed a parasite clinging to his arm and stopped. Miss Everkeen was rubbing herself against his arm like the desperate w***e she was. A sharp slice of anger bolted through Lucy’s body, only curbed by the man’s face showing he clearly was uncomfortable. He even shook his head in distaste when the leech finally moved away from him. Lucy gave a quiet hmm of approval, immediately feeling better now no one was touching him, but quickly flushed when the man turned to meet her eyes as if he had heard her. They were a deep chocolate colour and filled with a hungry gaze as they locked onto her.

A small whimper escaped her lips, the intensity of his gaze making her break eye contact, though her eyes took the opportunity to trail over his body once more. If possible, it almost looked as if he was standing even taller and broader now. How she wished he would turn around so she could confirm her suspicions that his a**e was just as perfectly sculpted as the rest of him. Lucy could feel wetness pooling between her thighs as an ache to be touched grew deep inside her. She hadn’t felt this turned on in ages, if ever, and she was merely looking at the man. Lucy had no idea what was happening to her but made the mistake of meeting his eyes again, and somehow, they were no longer brown but deep black.

"Earth to Lucy!" Layla’s voice snapped her attention back to the present like a bucket of cold water. Lucy jumped; her face lit up a neon pink colour as she realised she had been caught staring non-stop at the man. She saw a smirk across his face and quickly turned to her friend to resist looking at him again. "Have you listened to a word I said or were you just ogling Mr gorgeous over there?".

"I... Well... Uhm... Sorry Layla.". Layla snorted at her stammering then pulled her towards the front row of chairs.

"Come on, let’s get a good seat so you can at least get a better view.". She wiggled her eyebrows at Lucy, who suddenly felt a pit of dread at the thought of being closer to this man. She was certain now that the intoxicating scent was coming from him but couldn’t understand why. The only thing it could be is a cologne or something, right? It must be a very expensive brand to smell so good from this far away, but no one else was reacting to it. Sure, a lot of the girls kept stealing glances at him and giggling in their groups, but she was the only one who full on stared and drooled in his direction... shamelessly... whilst he was looking at her. She was almost as bad as Miss EverKeen, a terrifying thought that slightly quelled her hormones.

"Everyone, please take a seat.". His deep voice echoed around the room. He didn’t raise his voice and yet the room instantly became quiet, everyone captivated by the words. Everyone except Lucy that is. Instead, she instantly creamed her knickers, his voice vibrating deliciously across her body, as her mind went crazy over how easily he affected her. Who was this man? As if he was answering her silent musings, the presentation began.

"My name is Adam Black, CEO of Black accounting limited...". Lucy didn’t hear anything after this sentence. Her mind kept echoing his voice and she repeated his name to herself. She couldn’t stop no matter how many times she shifted in her seat and tried to refocus, soft echos of Adam Black, Adam Black, tumbled around her head.

Though Lucy couldn’t focus on the words, she sensed the room around her listening to every syllable that dropped from his lips. Even Layla, who was usually scrolling through her phone by now, was listening. Lucy was impressed by his presence, certain a few more students would be interested in accounting after today. Adam worked the room, standing as a still focal point at the front of the audience whilst his eyes made sure to connect with each student throughout the talk, but Lucy was certain his eyes returned to hers more than anyone else. His brown orbs lingered on her for longer each time before addressing the room again. Was she imagining his attention? Maybe she was distracting him with her fidgeting or worse, he was teasing her for her staring earlier. No matter the reason, each time Adam’s eyes were on her, a tingle danced across her skin almost always leading to her core.

Lucy’s breathing started to deepen, and her skin heated up. She really did want to focus on what Mr gorgeous, no Mr Black, was saying but she found herself distracted by the way his lips moved and the flex of his arm when he gestured to the presentation behind him. He was driving her wild, hypnotising her without even trying. Lucy clenched her thighs to try to curb the pressure building inside of her, but to no avail. She could feel her knickers becoming damp, and she began regretting wearing a skirt, praying she wouldn’t leave anything on her seat.

"Are you ok?". Layla whispered as Lucy’s uncomfortable shifting continued.

Lucy didn’t want to worry her friend, she couldn’t even explain what was happening to herself, so she simply nodded, "Yeah. Just going to pop to the toilet.". Without waiting a second longer, she jumped up from her seat and made her way to the nearest exit. Lucy heard Mr Black falter in his presentation delivery but didn’t glance back. Now she was on her feet, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t run to him if she looked again.

Navigating the familiar corridors with ease, Lucy made her way to the closest toilet, which happened to be disabled. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she would have some space in there to calm down and wouldn’t have to worry about other girls entering.

The cold surface of the toilet seat lid gave Lucy a modicum of relief from her heated skin. She dropped her head into her hands trying to shake the weird feeling in her mind to go back to him, not to the presentation but specifically back to HIM. No matter how hard she tried to shift her thoughts from the Black’s accounting CEO, he kept invading her mind. His body, his voice, his eyes, everything down to that tropical smell that had followed her. He overwhelmed her senses and thoughts though he was rooms away now.

Lucy was desperate for some relief from these feelings, but nothing was working. She paced the small room, splashed water on her face and even tried to focus on a math textbook, but the desire inside her wasn’t shifting. The only way she got even a moment of ease was when she absentmindedly drew circles on her thigh which had instinctively trailed higher as she became lost in the small sensation. She was certain she couldn’t last the day this riled up, but was she really considering touching herself in the school toilet? A pang of heat dropped to her core suddenly and she groaned from the ache it built inside her. Yes, this was happening.

The air thickened around Lucy as she licked her lips, anticipation now rising within her. Her breath deepened, as she slowly leaned back on the toilet seat lid, watching the rise and fall of her br****ts become heavy and laboured. Tentatively she grazed her fingers across the top of her blouse opening, her skin singing under her own touch. She rolled her head back, finally allowing her fantasies of this perfect stranger to take over.

Adam’s deep rumble of a voice echoed in Lucy’s mind as she slowly ran her other hand up the opposite arm, letting a small moan out as she teased open the top buttons of her blouse to just below her black bra. Her hand trailed back and forth across the top swell of her b****ts making goosebumps rise across her sensitive skin before she dipped beneath the lacy fabric to cup herself. Almost immediately, the heat between her legs intensified, begging for attention. Lucy rolled her e***t n****e between her fingers with one hand, whilst the other made quick work to hike her skirt around her waist, dipping her finger into her matching black panties. They were damp with her juices for the strange man. She hadn’t even met him yet, but her p***y already quivered for his touch.

A single digit slid through her folds, spreading her wetness, but Lucy caved quickly to the sensations urging her onwards. She used the nearby sink to prop one leg up and hooked her arm behind the other to spread her s*x wide and pull her panties aside to expose her entrance. Hastily, she pushed two fingers inside her heat, curling them to reach the spot that drew a long moan from her lips. Her other hand began circling and playing with her sensitive bud, building the familiar pressure in her groin.

Sparks of pleasure ran through her body at the flicks and thrust of her fingers, working together to push her closer to the edge quicker than she had ever done before. She slammed her eyes shut, picturing his intense dark gaze, hungrily devouring every part of her body. She wanted his touch to follow his gaze, exploring her body greedily like it was all his. Lucy imagined her hand her his, aching for the rougher touch of Adam’s fingers on her c**t, only to be replaced by the soft pad of his tongue kissing her core. She wanted him, no needed him, to quell her desire by thrusting deep inside her, filling her with his hardness until she cried his name.

Lucy’s moans grew louder but she didn’t care if anyone could hear her, she was so close to release that her blood felt like it was boiling under her skin. Her fingers sped up their ministrations on her c**t to match the faster thrusting inside her, so desperate to reach the edge and fall into oblivion. One final pinch of her c**t released the wave of pleasure that crashed through her body and Lucy cried out, lips spread apart from the intensity.

For a long moment, Lucy could only cup her sensitive s*x whilst she came down very slowly from her post-o****m high, enjoying the smaller waves of pleasure that still lapped at her body. A satisfied tingle glowed over her skin and she hmm’d happily at the feeling of the tension releasing from her body.

Finally pulling herself from her pleasure daze, Lucy peaked at her watch, she had only left the hall 8 minutes ago. She never struggled to get herself off but the speed and intensity of that o****m shocked her. She let out a contented sigh, happy she should now be able to face Mr Black without jumping on him, after all she had promised his assistant Kyle to return to the stand. If she was quick enough, Lucy hoped she could catch Mr Black after the talk and avoid the strange assistant instead.

Lucy quickly cleaned herself up and stared at her flushed face in the bathroom mirror, grimacing at the impossibly rumpled mess she had created that refused to be smoothed out by hand. Instead, she settled on fabricating a story if anyone bothered to ask. Maybe she fell over somewhere, or she got splashed with water at the sink. With one last smile to her reflection, Lucy entered the corridor. Before the toilet door had even closed behind her, a heavy wave of that delicious tropical scent hit her again and she was immediately fixed by the stare of Adam Black headed towards her.