Page 102 of Alfie: Part One
His head fell forward, and he bit into his arm. “Oh my God.” The sound came out muffled.
“Don’t think old rules no longer apply.” I grunted as I slammed in, and I clenched my jaw as the excitement flooded me. “Who’s in charge when you’re needy?”
He let out an adorably unfiltered whine and met my thrust. “You, papi. But it’storture.”
Well, he deserved that too, as previously established.
“That’s what you get for making me weak.” I came at him harder, enough so the sound of our skin slapping together filled the air, and I got lost in the sensations. In and out, over and over, with him moaning and pleading and pushing back to show how desperate he was.
The heat surged within and brought me closer to the brink, and I couldn’t focus on the intoxicating view between us anymore. I leaned over him, pressing him against the stairs, and fucked him hard.
He gasped and choked.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder as the pressure started becoming too much. Fresh perspiration broke out, and I felt feverish. Fuck, he was too much and not enough at once. The only acceptable amount was daily, and the right duration was forever. One night was a goddamn joke.
I groaned against his flesh, and my boy’s desperate whimpers got me there.My boy, mine, all mine, only mine.I forced myself as deep as I could and started coming. Alfie cried out and reached back to me, grabbing on to my ass.
For one moment, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I tried to fuse myself to him, and he seemed just as needy for me, which only spurred me on.
The pleasure subsided slowly, with one or two final bursts of come pulsing out of my cock, and I drew a shuddering breath and tried to get my breathing under control.
My appetite was usually quenched for a while after a round with Alfie, but as he’d pointed out…it’d been over two years. So even though my body would require some recovery time, the rest of me wanted to inhale him.
Feeling him squirming under me, I kissed his neck and pulled out carefully. “Ready for a shower?” I murmured.
“I’m ready for you to get hard again so you can fuck me till I come. My dick’s a diamond.”
“As in, a girl’s best friend?” Something my sisters loved to remind me of before Christmas.
They had husbands for that nonsense.
Alfie sucked in a breath and pushed himself up, and I tucked myself back in my boxer briefs and pants.
“I can’t think of a good comeback,” he muttered. “I’m too horny.”
“Good. That means you’ll be on me like a Band-Aid.” I hauled him up with me and hugged him from behind. To be an asshole, I slipped a hand down his pants and squeezed his cock too, causing him to moan and push his ass against me. “Yeah, just like that.”
“Sadist,” he accused.
“Greedy,” I corrected and nudged him up the stairs. “Clingy Alfie is my favorite Alfie.”
He hit the landing and spun around, and he locked his arms around my neck. “Do you mean that? And do I make you weak?”
I’d admitted to that, hadn’t I?
“In a manner of speaking—of course.” I leaned in and brushed my lips to his. “I’m not here because it’s convenient or because I need a quick release.”
He kissed me back chastely, then inched away and chewed on the corner of his lip. “So why are you here?”
Guilt settled around my chest, and I knew his need for me to spell it out was my fault. I hadn’t been nearly as forthcoming as he had—but I hoped he didn’t hold that against me. He’d ruined me once. I couldn’t let him do it again. And as much as I loved being here,neededto be here, it scared the hell out of me.
“Because I can’t be anywhere else.”
He swallowed, gaze flicking with hope and hesitation. “Sorry for pushing, but can’t or won’t?”
“Both,” I replied, without a second thought.
“Okay.”