Chapter Fourteen
Molly
Lust seared straight through me hard and fast. My fingers were buried in Alfie’s hair tightly as his bruised hands grasped the front of my robe. I broke the heated kiss reluctantly to let him push the heavy thing off my shoulders. I ignored the small part of my brain that cautioned that this was brash, that I had promised myself that it wouldn’t happen again.
I couldn’t help it though. Every grind of Alfie’s hips up against my pussy sent my senses spiraling in various directions. He was already hard with arousal, and I could feel my inner thighs coated with my own eagerness. Our lips nipped and smashed against one another as he gripped my thighs and groaned against my lips.
“You’re so beautiful. Such a good woman. Did you know that?” He glanced up at me as he reached up to massage my breasts.
“Hush,” I whispered roughly and cupped his face, leaning in for more kisses. He obliged me before gripping the back of my hair tightly and forcing me to turn my head a little away from him. His lips trailed down the side of my neck to nibble hungrily at the swell of my breasts.
He sucked one of my nipples deep into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it as I ground my hips, rubbing my wetness over the swell in his slacks. It felt too good, so good to be touched by this man that it almost didn’t feel right. I battled those anxious thoughts away to enjoy the feeling of Alfie’s strong body grinding up against mine with eager moans.
“Come on. To the couch.” He helped me up and gripped my hand tightly. “I want better access to you, Molly.”
We walked into the living room, and I expected to crawl back up in his lap. He licked his lips and glanced over at me. “On your knees in front of the couch. You can rest your cheek on the cushion.”
I’d never been good at obeying a man before, but the one before me had a bit of spell over me. Every cell in my body quivered to the sound of his voice. If he wanted it, I was going to offer it up. I got on my knees and pressed my cheek to the couch, realizing that I was completely naked, and—for the first time in my life—unashamed.
Alfie leaned over me to nuzzle the back of my neck as he curled himself around my back and pressed his arousal against the curve of my ass. His voice was low and gravelly when he spoke.
“You don’t think I would let you be in control, do you?”
A shiver went up my spine at the husky question filled with promises of another round of amazing sex—the kind I had imagined since that one night. If I had to pick one thing that I truly loved about Alfie, it was his dominant confidence when it came to sex. He made sure that pleasure went both ways.
“I never second guessed it,” I whispered and thrust my ass out against the hardness nestled there. That earned a low-throated groan of pleasure.
He moved back after nipping at my ear. The greediness of his hands running down my back and over my ass almost methodically left me humming with desire. Normally, a position like this would make me uncomfortable with every bit of me intimately exposed, but pleasure quickly overcame that bit of nerves when Alfie’s fingers rubbed against my wet slit.
Fingers clasping the couch cushion, I tried to keep myself still against the onslaught of heat and pleasure barreling down upon me. Not worrying about anything else, I pressed back as his fingers dipped into my entrance, forcing him to finger fuck me a little before the sex really started. I moaned loudly and rocked against his expert touch.
“That’s it, Molly. Let yourself go, baby. Just be here with me.” He leaned back over the top of me and reached around to tap against my clit with his free hand. The stimulation combined with him thrusting two thick fingers inside of me had me screaming as I buckled. I came hard, my body wanting so badly the pleasure that he was offering.
“God, love. That was incredible.” He kissed the side of my neck and petted my pussy softly with one hand as he moved back. Jolts went up my spine when I heard the zipper of Alfie’s pants a moment later.
I didn’t get a chance to think of anything else after that besides the sensation of him entering me with a single and hard thrust. Alfie groaned in satisfaction as his hands wandered down my lower back tenderly before grasping my waist firmly. He waited for me to nod my consent before his hips rolled back for a more angled thrust that tore a whimper right out of my throat this time.
He needed a condom, but I knew he would make sure to put one on when the time was right. We rolled our hips in tandem, each working the other through wave after wave of intense pleasure.
The room felt dark, and my lungs burned as I arched my back and came again. His naughty words in my ear combined with the thick pressure of his cock forcing me open was too much. I couldn’t help but think that I could fall in love with him.
He’d gone out the door a few minutes before to defend me. Me. A stranger compared to who Harry was to him. Every foreign emotion pumping through me fueled the sex, making me want to milk him beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.
I wanted to make his head swim, to have him dreaming about me, needing me.
It was dangerous, and yet I couldn’t help it. I was falling for him. Fuck me. I needed to get to New York, but I knew myself all too well. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Mol… I’m close.” He slid a hand into my hair and pulled out, panting loudly behind me. “I need to get a rubber.”
Mol. I loved it. Only Peyton called me that. Something about Alfie whispering it in a moment of passion had my heart swelling in my chest.
“Or do what you need to do.” I glanced back and lifted up a little.
He tilted his head as his eyebrow rose. “Anything?”
I nodded and reached back, gripping his wet cock and holding it still as I pushed back and took him in my ass. I groaned loudly as every pleasure point in my body lit up. I wasn’t the sweet girl he believed me to be, so it was time to stop pretending like I was.
“Fuck, love.” He gripped my hips and worked himself in and out of me in slow, strong pumps as I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of it.
The firm press of his fingers against my clit moments later had my heart beating out of my chest, my body set to explode in a way I hadn’t experienced since college.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered and tucked my hips under, massaging his thick shaft.
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” He picked up the pace and worked himself over the edge, moaning loudly in my ear as I joined him and wet his fingers. The moment was almost too much, and where I knew it was wrong, I had to own it.
I’d shown him a side of me that no one in the last eight years had seen. Certainly not Harry.
“That was so incredible.” He rested against my back, caressing my breasts and kissing at the side of my neck. “You’re going to get me addicted to you.”
“As if you aren’t already?” I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling secure and comforted with him pressed tightly behind me.
“Right?” He moved back, and we groaned together as he pulled out. I missed the contact the minute I lost it.
I got to my knees and went in search of my robe, finding it in the kitchen.
Alfie walked toward me and stood naked and proud at the edge of the living room. “Come to bed with me. I need a nap, and I’m not taking one alone.”
“Alfie. I don’t—”
He lifted his hand, palm out toward me. “Not another word. You’re staying here for the next few weeks until this shit blows over. And if we’re going to keep making love, then you’re sleeping in my bed with me. I haven’t been a one-night stand kind of guy for many, many years. Don’t force me into being that guy now.” He turned his palm over and offered me his hand, stealing my heart.
“Well, when you put it like that.” I pulled my robe over my shoulders and tied it tight. I took his bandaged hand carefully, and we walked up the stairs together like lovers might. “Thank you again. For what you did today.”
He walked into his bedroom as the afternoon sun started to set. “The sex or beating Harry’s ass?” He crawled into the bed and laid on his back, looking like a god. My body ached for more of him, and yet the warmth of his last attack still resonated with me.
“Both?” I laughed and crawled in the bed with him. I curled up against his side and glanced up at him as my heart fluttered in my chest. “Beating up Harry. It means a lot to me.”
“I’d do it again, and again, and again.” He turned on his side to face me and encircled me in his strong arms. “Now, rest, and we’ll figure things out later. You think too much.”
“Yeah? Maybe so.” I lifted up a little and kissed him softly. He deepened it and growled against my lips before pulling back.
“Maybe thinking is good. We start acting instead, and I’m going to spend the afternoon teasing and tasting every crevice of your body.”
“And I would refuse that why?”
We laughed, and I tucked myself against him and closed my eyes. Life would never be the same again, but maybe that was a good thing.