Hiyya people! Thanks for the reviews! So, here's the next chapter. Don't forget to review!
~Ren
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Alfred was many things, and patient was not one of them. He glared at the traffic in front of him, willing the cars to move faster. Hell, he half wanted to just pick his car up and run back home to England. Speaking of England, his girlfriend wasn't making it any better for him. She had sent a few more pictures to him, each more provocative then the last. His dick didn't really like being ignored. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he grumbled under his breath, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel irritably. The cars were crawling along at snail's pace, frustrating him to no end. He had to get home, he was in pain goddammit! He pressed down on the horn, making several people ahead of him also slam down on their horns, a cacophony of blaring horns filling the sky. At this rate he wouldn't be able to get home in time. America sighed, glancing at the latest picture Alice had sent him. It was a picture of her sticking a vibrator inside herself, her back arched, her lips half open in a pant that could very well be his name. He groaned, dropping his head to the wheel and palming himself with a hiss. Maybe just once…he'd probably be able to recover by the time he got home. The blond cautiously looked up and around, unbuttoning and then unzipping his pants. Of course as soon as he did that, the traffic started moving. He groaned again and started driving. Oh well. This means I get to go home faster, he reasoned. Just the thought of a horny Alice waiting for him made him harder. The nation sighed, driving as fast as he could without breaking the speed limit.
At home…
Alice tossed the vibrator away, lounging comfortably on the couch and staring at the door. Where was he? She thought, getting slightly irritated. Just then the door flew open and her boyfriend rushed in, tossing his briefcase somewhere and his coat somewhere else before practically leaping on the female nation and kissing her roughly. Alice mentally grinned, kissing back just as roughly, one hand twined in his hair and the other gripping his shirt before pulling away and holding his face away from hers. "The door, you bloody wanker. I don't want anyone walking in," she panted. America growled, glancing at the door and kicking his shoe off. It hit the door, making it swing shut.
"There," mumbled Alfred, returning his lips to the woman's. England struggled a bit and finally managed to squirm enough to rub against his hips. The blue eyed nation groaned, dropping his hips to hers and grinding harshly while kissing down her neck.
This isn't how it's supposed to be. I have to get him to the bedroom, thought Alice hazily, the friction for his pants against her making her a bit delirious. She pushed him off, ignoring he whiny growl and standing up, turning to walk to the bedroom.
"Bedroom," she instructed huskily, yelping as she was slung over a shoulder and taken to the bedroom. She would never admit it but his strength was hot. Alfred swatted her ass, laughing at her surprised noise before her threw her on the bed, climbing on and towering over her. The feeling of someone commanding her wasn't something she enjoyed, and with a quick move, Britain had the male on his back with his legs splayed and his cock pointing in the air. A small feral smile settled on her lips as she slowly admired the man's proud erection. The organ was pulsing, with a reddish hue to it, and a pearly drop of precum slid down the shaft. In all, she found the scene quite nice.
"Are you just gonna stare or do something about it?" came the voice of England's lover. He was watching her with hazy and lust filled eyes. The woman smirked, gripping the base of the shaft tightly as she licked the head, humming.
"Patience is virtue," was his reply, along with another lick. America moaned, squirming and bucking his hips. But she backed off completely, somehow managing to keep him pinned down. It was at times like these that she was grateful for the different holds she had learned. The American whimpered, squirming and stiffening when he felt Alice parting his legs a bit further.
"Wh-what are y-you doing?" stammered the younger nation, looking down at his lover with confusion. She glanced up with an equally curious look
"I want to test something France told me." That was all she told him. To be honest, America didn't want her to test out anything France told her. It would either be really perverted or just a method of torture. Possibly both. He hesitated then saw her licking her fingers. It was hot. Along with the hand at his dick, it made his brain a bit slushy. Deeming her fingers well enough lubricated, Alice slowly reached down and wormed a finger into her lover's…asshole. The male nation hissed, widening his eyes and squirming a bit uncomfortably,
"Alice..?"
Alice looked up, chewing her lip. "Don't worry. Trust me," she assured him, running a hand down his length. "And relax. It'll help." The man nodded and did as she said, wincing as she added another finger. It was uncomfortable. And painful. But the hero didn't complain. After all, here must be something pleasurable about this. Just when he was going to ask Alice what exactly she was doing, she moved her fingers and brushed a spot inside him that made him turn into a pile of goo.
"FUCK! Alice!" he groaned, arching his hips and attempting to get her finger there again. The woman smirked, her lips curving into a smile. So the frog wasn't lying after all, she mused, brushing her fingers over the spot again and watching Alfred's face turn a rather attractive shade of red as he arched his hips. The male nation was chanting her name, writhing and letting out the sluttiest moans she had heard. Ever.
"Aren't you a little whore," she sneered, tightening her grip on the base of his erection to stop him from orgasming and letting the precum cover her hand. The blue eyed nation whined, still wriggling as he forced his eyes open to look at his girlfriend.
"A-Alice! Please- fuck, that's good- please-" he pleaded, writhing and letting out another gasp. The woman bit her lip, straddling the American properly and lying he own whimper fall through. She was wet and goddamned turned on beyond oblivion. Her lover finally realized her situation and whimpered pitifully when her fingers slowly rocked against his prostate.
"You're a whore. A little slut," growled out England, continuing to abuse his prostate. The male let out a cry, arching into her hand and writhing.
"God, yes!" he moaned out, rocking against her fingers. Alice bit his neck, leaving a nice hickey.
"Beg me," she whispered, into his ear, her fingers pausing, oh-so-close near his prostate. America let out a groan, looking up at her, silently pleading.
"Please Alice! Fuck, I can't bear it," he gasped. That was all she needed. Alice suddenly had a vibrator in hand which she proceeded to shove straight up America's ass, directly hitting his prostate. At the same time she lowered herself onto his erection, throwing her head back in a throaty moan.
Alfred was already on the brink, crying out England's name as the stimulation of his prostrate and actually being inside Alice made him orgasm. Alice shuddered, riding him hard and fast, aiming to hit her g-spot with every thrust.
"FUCK! ALFRED!" she screamed, slumping against him as she came down from her high. She carefully took the vibrator out of him, switching it off and tossing it somewhere.
Her boyfriend slowly pulled out of her, shifting slightly and cuddling close to England.
"I didn't know you could do that," he mumbled, nuzzling into the Kirkland's neck and planting a small kiss there. Alice smirked slightly.
"Mmmm, I didn't either. It seems like the frog was right about something, for once."
Alfred nodded agreeingly, pulling Britain closer to himself and groaning. "I think my ass is going to be sore tomorrow."
"Sorry, love. But on the bright side, you can stay home."
"Hmmm. You better not try to jump me."
"I don't try anything, darling. I succeed in it."
What do you guys think? Dominant America in the next one! Please review!
~Ren
