He looked down at the violin in his hands. “I still enjoy it, more than I used to somehow. It feels like Harrington.” I frowned, not understanding. “The other hotels I’ve developed were all done with my fathers vision in mind. Harrington is the first property I’ve developed with my own vision. My own creativity. I used to always play the violin for someone else, to make someone else happy. I want to make you happy, but this is for me.”
I went to him, climbing the stone steps. “I’m proud of you.”
We kissed and as the kiss deepened, he put the violin down. His hand slipped under my dress. I pulled away, breathless.
“I’m not religious but I think it’s frowned upon to fuck in a church.”
He didn’t answer, only pulled me back to his mouth. I gasped as he lifted me. He carried me back down the steps and turned, sitting on a pew so I could straddle him.
“Alfie…here? Really?” I looked around as if a nun was going to suddenly jump out and tell me to repent.
“Yeah. Sin with me.”
I bit my lip. “You’re a bad influence, Alfie Tell.”
“You’re a temptress, Lola O’Connell. How is a man supposed to resist?” He reached under me, unfastening himself. “Ride me. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
His words made me shiver, the harsh language in his posh-boy accent. I moved, letting his hands guide himself inside me.
Our cries echoed up to the steepled roof. Suddenly, I didn’t care where we were. All I cared about was his taste in my mouth, the feel of him moving inside me.
It didn’t take long for him to go over the edge. I clung onto him, relishing the sensation. I kissed him gently, as he came down from his high.
“Put your feet up here.” He moved me until my feet were either side of him, I hovered over him. He reached between us, touching my most sensitive place. He began those torturous circles.
I groaned. “I need to move.” The position forced me to stay still when all I wanted to do was moan and writhe.
“No, stay like that. Feel all of it. When I have you like this your clit is right there for me.” He kissed me, dragging his teeth over my lip as I dug my nails into his shoulders. His seed spilled out and he used it for extra lubrication, making me slick.
“I’m close…” I felt my core tighten, my thighs were cramping but I couldn’t move. Suddenly, his touch was gone. My bundle of nerves throbbed for release.
“I want you squirming the whole ride home.” With that, he grabbed my hips and lifted me off him.
“Are you serious?”
“As the devil.” He cleaned his fingers off with his pocket square, smirking his refusal when I asked for it so I could clean myself up. He wanted to play games, I could go along with it too. I did my best to straighten my clothes as he collected his violin. I was soaked, my underwear a sticky mess. This wasn’t going to be a comfortable car ride.
“I think we’re going to hell for that.”
Alfie laughed as he took my hand. “As long as we go together.”
My cheeks were thoroughly flushed as we stepped outside. I lifted my skirt when we got into the car so I didn’t leave a wet patch and sat sideways so I wouldn’t mess the seat.
Alfie arched his scarred brow at me. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want to leave a mark on the leather. It’s embarrassing.”
Alfie rolled his eyes and tugged me into a proper sitting position. I felt like I was sitting in a puddle. “Open your legs.”
I stared at him. “Alfie, we’re in London, there are cameras everywhere.”
“The car has tinted windows.” He watched me, waiting, wearing that expression that said‘Do you trust me?’That’s what all of this was. Another exercise. I parted my thighs like he asked.
“Good. Put your hands between your legs. Don't touch it, just frame it for me.”
He adjusted my hands a little until they were arranged just so, not touching but perfectly framing my most private place. He gave a little nod of satisfaction, then started the car.
“Are you just going to leave me like this?”
