“Please, Alfie.”
“This needs to be quick, love. Can you do that for me?”
His hand slips under my knee, and he lifts my leg up so my heel is resting on the edge of the desk, my pussy completely exposed to him. He bites my bottom lip, tugging on it hard as he slips his middle finger into my sex.
I whimper as he pumps his finger in a few times before pulling out to push in two this time. He curls them, stroking my padded textured flesh that makes my toes curl. Lowering himself to his knees, he circles his tongue around my clit, flicking the point over it again and again.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this cunt,” he groans before diving back down, this time sucking the swollen peak hard enough to make me see stars.
Fuck, he wasn't lying when he said this would be quick. I feel my muscles tighten around his fingers, clenching them hard as he masterfully rocks his tongue against my clit.
The pressure and build of the last few months roll through me until I’m panting. I’m groaning, tugging at the strands of his hair, the scent of him washing over me as he does unfathomable things to my pussy. The beat of the music vibrates against thewalls, pulsing like it’s beckoning me with it. Alfie’s thick fingers are punishingly precise as I feel the build of an orgasm growing inside me.
Another suck of my clit and my thighs are trembling.
“Come for me now, Mia. Be loud for me.”
I explode, wave after wave of euphoria blissfully surging through my body and leaving me limp with satisfaction. Alfie doesn’t stop, he sucks and licks, kisses and nips. It’s relentless, not giving me a second to catch my breath.
Once the pulsing of my inner walls calms, Alfie withdraws his fingers, slipping them between my mouth so I can lick my orgasm off his fingers.
He stands now, kissing me again. “Perfect.”
“You’re very demanding, you know.”
He grins, helping me into my shorts. “It worked, didn’t it? You came on demand.”
“You can only call iton demandif you haven’t been practically edging someone for months.” I squeal as he peppers more kisses along my neck.
We make our way back to our group, and I flush, realizing they know exactly what we’ve been up to. Especially because Alfie has a big shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“Calm your face down. For God's sake.” But I can’t help but smile too.
“I just ate your pussy for the first time, felt you clench my fingers like it was your a fucking life preserver. So yeah, I’m fucking pleased with myself, Mia. And we’re still going to talk tomorrow about all this.” His finger moves between us, his face suddenly serious.
“Yeah, yeah. Doctor’s orders.” I wink.
Chapter Twenty
Alfie
Mia shoves me against the porch, and the luggage I was trailing behind me falls to the floor. My hands push through the strands of her hair as she whimpers into my mouth. It’s been like this the whole way home. I’m surprised the cab driver didn’t kick us out; my hand was halfway up her skirt by the time he pulled into the driveway.
I fumble for my keys, wanting to move this to an actual bed, but Mia can’t keep her hands off me. She’s bouncing up and down as I slide the key in, opening the door for her. I grab the luggage, throw it in the hallway and grab her by the hand, tugging her up the stairs. She’s giggling behind me, her eyes wide as she looks around the corner and into the different rooms.
We reach the end of the corridor—the master bedroom. Before I can give her the tour, she’s on me again, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. A soft squeal escapes her lips as I throw her down onto the mattress.
“Are we gonna talk about this?” I point my index finger between her and me.
She bites her lip; I know she’s had all morning to think about it, and I know my girl is nervous. I’m expecting a little rejection at this point, so I’m prepared for it.
“I’m working for you for another six weeks or so.”
Fucking hate the thought of that, and apparently so does my wilting cock.
“Go on,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Why don’t we give in to whatever this is for those six weeks, and when I leave, we can—" She pauses for a moment, losing momentum as I pull my T-shirt over my head. She swallows hard. I watch the lump shift down the column of her throat. “We can umm—"
