Chapter Ten
Molly
This is foolish and brash. I couldn’t help but think about how much of a fuck up this was going to be in the morning. And yet, there was no stopping it as the blood in my body rushed to the one place I desired Alfie’s touch the most.
His lips worked against mine expertly. The taste of beer was so right while his tongue battled against mine. He slipped his hand back into my hair, threading his fingers there to hold me still. His kisses grew more dominant by the second, his tongue rolling against mine as he forced me into submission. My body pulsed with need, and wetness drenched my panties.
I was utterly under his spell—even if that small part of me told me to stop this before it could continue on. We were both intoxicated. This was Harry’s former friend. It was too fucked up and complicated to do something like this. I had no idea what I was doing with my life.
Despite all these reasons bouncing around in my head anxiously, I still couldn’t control that surge of heat rising throughout me. Every inch of Alfie’s body was pressed up against mine in the most deliciously intimate way. The strength of his body shifting against my hold as his hands trailed down my sides elicited a shiver from me. He ran his hands over my hips before curving backward to my ass.
I gasped against the kiss when his fingers dug into the flesh there before continuing down. In one easy lift, he hooked his hands behind my knees. I wrapped my legs eagerly around his waist without pause. Desire flooded my entire body. All those reasons were gone as I found my hips grinding up against a hardness that strained against the fabric of Alfie’s pants. His cock felt so good against my softness.
My back collided with the wall behind me. My shoes tumbled from my hands to the floor while I grasped at Alfie’s strong shoulders. Nothing could stop the lust raging through me. So long. It had been too long since it felt this good to be touched by a man who actually wanted to touch me. With Harry, it had been business-like. Wham. Bam. That was it.
Lost to the sensation of him, I shifted my hips to feel his thick erection against the need pulsing around my clit. Alfie broke off the kiss with a primal groan. The sound brought a new flood of emotions through me, and deciding that I like this rough side of him, I rolled my hips again. His hands grasped at the back of my thighs almost painfully.
Sucking in a harsh breath, he rested his forehead against mine. Our frantic breaths intermingled as I tried to decipher the conflicted look on Alfie’s face.
“Do you want this?” he asked, breathlessly. “I-I-I can’t stop if we keep going at this. I just want to make sure that you’re okay with us doing this. I want to fuck you so bad, Molly. Tell me. Now.”
This was it. This was my escape route from a potentially hazardous situation. Except, I couldn’t find it in me to pull away. I wanted this. I wanted Alfie. Damn the consequences.
Tilting my head up, I looked him directly in the eye. Lust and desire had caused his eyes to darken to an almost dangerous and primal glint. A shudder went up my spine as I reached forward to start on the buttons of his shirt.
“I want this,” I said and dipped my fingers in to touch the exposed skin there. “I want you. I need you. Now.”
Alfie’s eyelids fluttered in response to that. One hand drifted up to touch the hemline of my shirt. A thumb dipped in to touch the skin there teasingly, and I arched up against his touch, craving even more.
“Are you absolutely sure?”
I bit back my frustration because I knew he was trying to be a gentleman about everything. We were both drunk, and he wanted to make sure I was still capable of making choices.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure. Just shut up and kiss me.”
The corner of his lips curved upward. “With pleasure,” he said and crushed his lips against mine in another ardent kiss that left me panting and writhing against him in lust.
My back lifted away from the wall. Clinging to his shoulders uncertainly, I tore my lips away from his to voice my objections. He didn’t give me a chance to say a word. His lips attacked the exposed skin of my neck while he encouraged my legs to wrap around his waist tighter. He moved us up the stairs, his fingers digging into my ass painfully.
It was pitch black besides for the moonlight coming in through the windows. It was a battle now with our bodies straining desperately against each other while my fingers worked on the last button of Alfie’s shirt. Dimly aware of the spacious room, we collapsed on the soft and silky covers of a bed.
A gasp left me when I felt the delicious weight of Alfie’s body pressing up against mine. He nestled himself between my legs without hesitation. His hips pressed up against mine intimately—a tease of what was about to come.
Heavy breaths and wanton gasps filled the room. I reached up to shove the fabric away from his broad and cut chest. My fingers danced along his torso while I felt strong core muscles shift as Alfie leaned back on his knees to shrug out of his shirt. Every inch of him was built for strength. Tight muscles bulged out through hot skin. He was a man who took such good care of himself.
Alfie’s fingers trailed down to grab at the hemline of my shirt. He hesitated for a moment until I raised my arms impatiently in a wordless sign of permission. He tossed it aside the abyss alongside the bed, I arched up to unclasp my bra to speed the process up. I heard Alfie chuckle in amusement through the darkness of the room.
“A bit impatient?” he teased, his fingers ghosting the skin on my stomach.
I felt the clasp give away to release my breasts. “You have no idea how impatient I am. I haven’t had a man take care of me in so long.”
I wanted to explain how it was between me and Harry, but there was no fucking way I was messing up the moment. I wanted him naked and pressed to the front of me, driving into me with a passion that would burn. Every cell in my body ticked with the desire for release. And more than that…I wanted to see him through his.
Warm and callused fingers cupped my breasts with ease and tenderness. The fire in my belly started to spread throughout the rest of my body. Burying my fingers in the soft strands of Alfie’s hair, I let out a startled gasp when hot breath circled my right breast before his tongue darted out to tease the sensitive flesh there. I writhed in pleasure as Alfie took his time in suckling at each breast before trailing hot kisses down my navel.
My heart thumped hard against my ribcage as the clasp of my jeans loosened, followed by steady fingers tugging the fabric down. I lifted my thighs eagerly to help him before sitting up to smash my lips up against his in a fevered kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance again while our hands explored the bare skin that was exposed.
Black tendrils of hair curled against my fingertips as I trailed a hand down to the button of Alfie’s jeans. His lips were pressing hot kisses down the column of my neck. The intoxicating effect of the liquor and his hot body pressed up against mine made it incredibly hard to concentrate on working the zipper down. Once the fabric slackened, I dipped a hand into to grasp at his arousal, his cock so thick and hard. Chill bumps broke out on my skin, and I moaned at the delicious sensation of his pre-come wetting my palm.
Alfie growled against my neck. His hips jerked when I gave an experimental pump before he pulled my hand away.
“I don’t think so,” he whispered, pushing me onto my back. “It’s not going to happen that way, love. I want to feel your body wrapped around mine.”
“I want that so bad.” A shiver went through me at the pet name even though I knew it was a common thing for the British to say.
He kicked away his pants and boxers before kneeling in front of me proudly with his erection brushing against the inside of my thigh. I clutched at the blankets to keep control of reality when Alfie’s fingers brushed up against my pussy. Pleasure quickly built in me under the steady rhythm of his fingers before he pulled away right as I reached the teetering brink of an orgasm.
“You’re more than ready for me,” he said, and I could hear a pleased smirk in his voice.
I slipped a hand between us to wrap my fingers around his cock. I heard Alfie’s sharp intake of breath. “You’re ready too.”
“Of course I am. I’ve been only dreaming about this moment for a while now. Don’t hate me because of it.” He reached out and touched the side of my face. “You have to be the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in the likes of forever, Molly. I’m just a man.”
“Stop talking.” I smiled and cupped my hand over his and offered him a naughty smirk.
I swallowed thickly at the confession. The last bit of fabric between us came sliding down my thighs as he tore my panties from me and got up.
“I need a condom. I’m not going to be able to control myself with you.”
I watched as he turned and walked to the bathroom, his ass so fucking perfect. I wanted to grip it and squeeze while he lost himself inside of me.
He returned a few seconds later, his shaft blue from the rubber. He smiled and moved back on top of me. “Now, where were we?”
We both let out a satisfied moan as he nestled against me intimately. The feel of his body pressed against mine was almost too much, but nothing could prepare either of us as he pressed his thick shaft inside of me.
The collective groan filled the air, and I whimpered with need. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growled and kissed me a few times before letting loose. I dug my fingernails into the skin of Alfie’s arms as he moved against me in a deep and hard pace that I met eagerly by arching my hips. I needed to be fucked, and he was going to give me exactly what I was after.
Our bodies strained against one another for fulfillment. Alfie’s pace continued to quicken as he buried his face against my neck to press soft kisses there between groans of pleasure. I was trapped beneath his strong body that strained against mine for pleasure, but I never felt safer and devoured in my life.
The sensation grew between us. I bit down on Alfie’s shoulder to stifle my scream that I’m sure the neighbors a hundred acres away could hear. A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over us both. Alfie didn’t stifle his reaction to his release. He let out a long groan before his body collapsed against mine in a rather violent shudder.
We stayed that way for a long time while the surreal and pleasurable haze lifted away to a warm glow from the drinks. I stared up at the ceiling of Alfie’s bedroom when the cold reality crashed down on me.
We had sex. We had fucking amazing sex. I slept with my ex-fiancé’s friend.
My eyes slipped closed as shame shot through me. I had always prided myself on being so in control of my desires over the years. Yet, with Alfie, it had happened so quickly. He had come barreling through my defenses like they were made of nothing.
“Alfie—” I started.
“Don’t do it,” he said and lifted his head from where it rested against my neck. “Don’t do it, Molly. Don’t start doubting things.”
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I said, quietly. Tears prickled my eyes. I needed to get out before anything else happened. “Please, let me get up. I need to go.”
“Molly—”
I closed my eyes at the way he uttered my name pleadingly. This was the exact reason why I needed to get away. He could get me to stay without saying more than a few words, namely because the desire to be with him was a little overwhelming.
“Please, Alfie. Just let me get up.”
He respected my wishes by slipping out of me. I ignored the pang of loss and coldness that I felt as I scrambled off the bed while batting Alfie’s outstretched hands.
“Stay in here with me,” Alfie said. “We didn’t do anything wrong, Molly. Why are you pulling away now?”
I managed to find my clothes on the floor by blindly reaching around for them. Holding them to my chest, I turned to look at Alfie still sitting on the bed with a baffled expression. Hurt flickered in his eyes as I took a step back from him.
“We just shouldn’t have crossed that line is all,” I said, thickly. “We’ve had too much to drink. Everything is just so fucked up in my life right now.”
He didn’t accept that answer from the piercing look he gave me. “I don’t think so. There is something else. What is it?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing. I just—” I started in the direction of the door as he got off the bed. “I just need some time to think about a few things is all. I’ll see you in the morning.”
My fingers found the doorknob. Twisting it open, I darted through the door before Alfie could even say another word. My bare feet padded along the carpet in the direction of the guest room. The cold night air kissed at my naked skin as I hurried to the privacy of my room, fighting against the need to run as fast and as far as I could.
I locked the door for good measure even though I was sure that Alfie had a key to get in if he really wanted. I sagged against the door with a trembling sigh.
What the fuck have I done? And even worse…why do I want to do it all over again?