“Alfie.Don’t hurt yourself!”
“Sorry, I just got really, really greedy.”
Alfie looked unrepentant, even as discomfort stitched his brows together and fed the grimace on his face.
He stilled himself for a moment, a slow sort of delicious torture as he relaxed around me, millimeter by millimeter. Finally, a slow grin stretched across his face as he raised himself, then lowered back down.
I choked out a cough. “Fuck, I am not gonna last long with you.”
Alfie’s self-satisfied smile was everything. He lifted again, just a bit, before dropping onto my cock. Rolling his hips, he got into a rhythm that was driving me out of my mind. Between watching him ride me and his hole devouring me, I was close. So close.
Alfie brought his fingers to his nipples, tweaking and plucking them as he continued to roll his hips, almost serpentine, front to back, side to side.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, lifting my hips to meet his motion, burying myself deeper inside him, loving the heightened sensation of my bare cock. He moaned after an especially deep thrust, his hands on his skin. Meanwhile, the only thing I could do is grip the sheets and hold on for dear life.
It was too early and too much in the middle of sex to say that I loved him. But as my body gave in to the sensations, I had a vision of our future and knew that I was falling harder and faster for him than I had for anyone. Love was like a train on a one-way track bearing down on me—it was gonna hit me sooner rather than later. I couldn’t control any of it, and I didn’t want to.
As the sensation built toward an explosion, I gripped his hips and hammered up into him, living for his pleasured cries.
“Fuck me so good,” Alfie panted. “I love your fucking cock. It’s the best cock I’ve ever had. Fuck me with your monster cock.”
I snorted, and his eyes flew open. Raising a brow, he asked, “You making fun of me?”
I shook my head, thrusting harder. “I love that you’ve got a dirty mouth. And your hips are gonna be the death of me.”
He followed that with another roll and squeeze, and that was that. I was done. Something in my chest gave way as my body surrendered to the electric roller coaster, zipping down each nerve-rich pathway, straining each muscle to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from my being. I came hard, immediately impatient to see my cum dripping out of his pale ass.
Alfie’s voice pitched up as he began to stroke himself. A part of me wanted to take that over for him, but damn if I didn’t love the way it looked, watching him pleasure himself while he was impaled on my cock. I gripped his hips harder and thrust through his orgasm, feeling the squeeze as he angled the shot of cum onto my chest. I ran my fingertips through the mess, then brought them to my lips, licking them. Alfie let out a broken moan and another rope of cum striped my belly and chest.
I suddenly felt as though I could take a five-day nap, and I said so.
“Then why don’t we get cleaned up and do exactly that?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Well, maybe just an hour or so.”
We hopped into the shower for a supposedly quick rinse down, but Alfie snuck his arms around my neck as the hot water pounded down on us.
“This is the start of something special, isn’t it?”
I nodded, kissing his neck. “God, I hope so.”
Epilogue
Alfie
It had been two months since our fateful date, and Gideon and I were celebrating with a dinner at his place. I’d been here more and more, as evidenced by the fact that he stored some of Dame Judi’s food in his pantry and she had her own puff in front of his library of books.
I’d had to wrangle my tongue since the first weekend, not letting loose the L-word for fear of saying it too quickly. I wasn’t too worried about it, though, since maybe sometimes he looked like he wanted to say it, too. Even if the words weren’t on the very tip of his tongue, I saw it in everything he did for me and felt it in the way he looked at me, held my hand, and was so proud of the work I did.
Gideon grilled the steaks for us while I made the salad. It was all very sweet and domestic and so much more than I realized it could be. Two weeks after meeting Judi in the park, he went to his brother’s to see his pit bulls. Reuben introduced Gideon to his dogs one at a time, and it went better than expected.
A few weeks later, his brother invited the two of us to a cookout. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Reuben—who hadeven more tattoos than Gideon—had no judgment for Gideon’s fear response. He also didn’t assume that because the previous time went well, this time would be the same. He once again brought out the dogs one by one.
Gideon was so nervous that his hands were shaking.
Oh, baby.
But he worked through his fear and met each one of the dogs, keeping his calm the entire time. Of course, the work Jackson—who I’d always thought was sort of an asshole—did with Gideon was amazing for his confidence, but none of that would have mattered if Gideon hadn’t been doing the work.
