Chapter Fourteen
Jonathan
Desire burned inside me, brighter and hotter than anything I’d ever experienced before. It was almost overwhelming in its intensity, and all I could think about was how much I wanted Alfie.
The feeling had been building all week, like pressure behind a dam, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Especially not with the way Alfie’s hands were resting on my thighs, or how good it felt when he kissed me.
My hands were still cupping his jaw, and I drew him in for another deep kiss as I slowly rolled my hips. It hadn’t been something I’d planned to do, it was more of an instinctual response to the need thrumming through me.
And it felt really fucking good.
I groaned as my cock rubbed against his, the barrier of our clothes making it simultaneously hotter and more frustrating. Alfie moaned into my mouth as I pressed my tongue between his lips, his hands tightening on my thighs as I rolled my hips again.
“Jonathan,” he said with a low groan as one hand slowly slid up my hip to the bottom of my shirt, which was still tucked in. Thank fuck I hadn’t put anything else on, because getting out of a corset belt in this moment would have frustrated me beyond belief. “Can I?”
“Yes,” I said, letting go of his jaw to start unbuttoning my shirt, my fingers shaking as I did. Although, whether it was out of nerves or desperation I wasn’t sure. “Damn these buttons. Why couldn’t I—”
Alfie put his hand on mine, bringing me to a gentle stop. “It’s okay. There’s no rush. I don’t want to damage anything.” He slowly began to undo my buttons, popping each one open slowly and deliberately to expose more and more of my chest and torso. “There, fucking beautiful, sweetheart.”
He trailed a finger lightly down my chest, making my breath catch in my throat as heat blossomed out from his touch. My shirt was still on, although I’d tried to shrug it off my shoulders almost coquettishly. I wasn’t sure it had worked though.
I also wasn’t sure I cared.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” Alfie asked as he gently brushed his hand over my shoulder to finish pushing my shirt off. “There’s no pressure, but I thought you might be more comfortable in a bedroom.”
I thought for a second. It wasn’t like anyone could see into my sitting room since I’d closed the curtains, and my bed was bigger and more comfortable. But… going upstairs seemed like such a big step, which made no sense since I was half-naked in Alfie’s lap already and desperate for more.
Brains were strange though, and for some reason mine had decided that while it was happy to do virtually anything on the sofa, even if it meant having to wash all the cushions, moving to my bedroom was a step I wasn’t ready for.
Now I just had to explain that without looking like a complete weirdo.
“Are you okay if we stay here?” I asked.
“For some reason, my brain equates going upstairs with a huge step it’s not ready for, even though I want to do everything with you.
I mean, I’m pretty sure we could fuck right here, right now, and I’d be fine with it, but…
shit, I’m sorry. I’m not making any sense and I’m messing everything up. ”
“You’re not messing anything up,” Alfie said, putting his hand on the side of my neck and drawing me in for a soft kiss. “We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m not going to rush you. We can stop now, if you want.”
“No! I mean… please, don’t stop. I couldn’t bear it if we stopped now. I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
“Yeah? What’ve you been thinking about?” He kissed me again, stealing my breath and all my thoughts.
“I, er, I…” I swallowed, trying to remember everything I’d been dreaming about. “This. You touching me, undressing me, kissing me…”
“Kissing you where?” he asked as he gently finished pulling my shirt off and threw it over the arm of the sofa.
“My neck. My chest. My nipples. My body…” I groaned as Alfie slid his hand into my hair, pulling me closer, and began pressing kisses down my neck and across my shoulders. I moaned and squirmed in his lap, because it felt so good. How could simple kisses bring me so much pleasure?
“Like this?”
“Y-Yes!”
“What about this?” he asked as he slowly began to trail his mouth down my chest, every kiss burning itself into my skin. And when he drew his tongue across my nipple, I thought I was going to explode.
“Yes, oh, mmm, yes!” My cock jumped inside my trousers, aching for more, and part of me wondered if I was going to come before Alfie had even gotten that far.
Alfie sucked my nipple into his mouth and I cried out at the rush of sensation.
He pulled the hardening nub gently with his teeth and soothed it with his tongue, and just when I’d started to feel overwhelmed, he slowly released me and kissed his way across my chest. My breath was coming in pants, needy moans mixed with every exhale, and when he wrapped his lips around my other nipple I cried out.
“A-Alfie, please!” I didn’t even know what I was asking for. Was it mercy from the onslaught of pleasure? Or was it a plea for more?
He pulled away and looked up at me from under his long lashes, a flash of concern in his eyes. “Do you want me to stop? Is it too much?”
“Don’t stop,” I said. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
“Yeah?” His smile was so beautiful I almost fell apart. “Do you want me to keep going? Or do you need a moment?”
“Keep going,” I said. “I’ve had a moment.”
“You can have another.”
I kissed him fiercely, because his concern, his care, was almost as overwhelming as his touch. “I don’t need another, I just need you to touch me.”
Heat blazed in his eyes as he looked at me. “How can I resist when you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m everything.” He kissed me deeply, leaving my head spinning, and then sucked my nipple into his mouth again, making me groan so loudly I was sure my neighbours would hear.
Let them. I wasn’t going to silence myself. Not when Alfie seemed to like the sounds I was making.
I rolled my hips, writhing in his lap as I ground against his erection, desperately searching for friction. It was there, but it wasn’t enough to do more than drive me to desperation.
Alfie sucked a mark onto my chest and I watched it bloom dark red on my skin.
I loved the colour of it, and I ran my finger lightly across it as he began to kiss down my torso.
The way I was sitting made it impossible for him to go far though…
and it made me realise how little attention I’d given him in return.
“I want to take this off,” I said, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Take it off then.” Alfie sat back, allowing me to pull it up and over his head.
I barely watched where I threw it, because my eyes were too focused on Alfie’s body.
He was beautiful, with a round belly and a soft chest dusted with dark blond hair that trailed all the way down to the waistband of his jeans.
I was suddenly struck by the urge to kiss down it, following the trail all the way to his cock. I’d only ever given a couple of fumbled blow jobs to my first boyfriend, and I doubted they’d been much good, but now… I wanted to spend hours practising on Alfie until they were perfect.
“You okay?” Alfie asked, and I realised I’d been silent and staring for so long I’d started to worry him.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “You’re just… wow, you’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.
” I ran my finger down his chest. “I was just thinking about kissing all the way down…” I let my hand come to rest on the bulge of his jeans, watching as his eyes went wide.
“Until I got here. I’ve not really given many blow jobs, and I’m probably rubbish at them, but I’d like to try. ”
“Tonight?”
“Maybe. Unless you have any better ideas?”
“Do you want ideas?”
“Yes,” I said. “I like direction. And I have virtually no experience so…” I trailed off, trying not to become embarrassed by it.
“You could try blowing me if you want,” he said, brushing my hair over my shoulder.
“See if you enjoy it. And then I could blow you. Or we could keep exploring like we’ve been doing, and if you want to come, I can use my hand—either on just your cock or both of us.
But I’m not going to suggest anything more tonight, Jonathan. I want to take this slowly.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “Your comfort means everything to me, and we don’t need to rush. There’s no set deadline on this, no prize for how fast we go. It’s about what works for us and only us. Nothing else matters.”
“Thank you,” I said, because I didn’t know what else I could say. “I-I… I appreciate it.”
“Of course.” He leant forward to brush his lips over mine. “I really like you, Jonathan, and I want you to feel safe with me.”
I groaned and nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, and delighting in the way he moaned.
My fingers rubbed over his cock, feeling how hard and thick it was.
It made my stomach twist and my own cock throb as I imagined what it would be like to feel it filling me up.
One day, I wanted to know what it felt like in reality, not only my imagination.
I dragged my hands up his stomach to his chest, squeezing him and toying with his nipples as Alfie groaned, whispered words of encouragement falling from his lips. It made me want more, so I shuffled back on his thighs so I could kiss down his chest, loving the way the hair felt against my face.
“That feels so good,” he said with a soft moan as I slowly swept my tongue across his nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.
Emboldened, I closed my lips and sucked it, flicking the nub with my tongue and gently teasing it with my teeth, every moan from Alfie encouraging me on.
I moved from one to the other as his hands gripped my thighs, his fingers close enough to my cock to touch, but I was almost grateful he didn’t because I’d probably have come.
I was so on edge already, it wasn’t going to take much. But I desperately wanted to hold on until Alfie actually got his hands on me.
My fingers toyed with the waistband of his jeans, popping the button open and pulling down the zip as I kept kissing his chest, proud that I still had some semblance of co-ordination. “Can I touch you?” I asked, sitting up so I could look at him properly.
“Yes.” He nodded and licked his lips. “Can I do the same?”
“Please. And, er, I’m sorry if I don’t last long,” I said, glancing away for a second. “I don’t think I will.”
“That’s not a problem, sweetheart. Are you all wound up?”
“Yes.” I groaned as he undid my trousers, my pulse racing as he pushed them open.
“Then I should make you feel better,” he said, his mouth curling into a smirk. “Can you stand up and take these off for me? Then they won’t dig in, and it means I can get mine open too.”
Eagerly I hopped off his lap and dropped my trousers and underwear onto the floor, my eyes fixed on Alfie as he shoved his jeans and boxers around his knees, revealing his broad thighs and thick cock.
I might not have seen a lot of dicks in my life, but I already knew Alfie’s was the most perfect I’d ever see—at least in my opinion, and that was all that mattered.
He held out his hand so I could climb back into his lap, the heat of skin-on-skin contact sending another rush of desire through me, making my head spin. “You’re so gorgeous, Jonathan,” he said as he slowly pulled me closer, his fingers grazing my bottom. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
“So are you.”
I leant forward and kissed him again, groaned as my erection rubbed against his.
Fuck. I felt like a kettle ready to boil over.
I grasped his chest, trying to anchor myself as he slowly reached between us to wrap his hand around my shaft.
A loud moan ripped itself out of my throat as he did, intense pleasure bursting like fireworks under my skin.
I wanted to return the gesture, to touch him, but I couldn’t tear my hands away from his chest…
because if I did, it felt like I’d fall into oblivion.
“Do you like that, sweetheart? Does it feel good?” Alfie asked, voice so soft and decadent it made me shiver. “Do you like me touching you like this?”
“Yes! Oh God, please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to unless you tell me to.
” He started to stroke me slowly, and I closed my eyes and buried my head in his neck because I almost felt dizzy.
Would it always be this intense? Or was it simply because it was the first time?
Nobody else had touched me in years, and even with my ex, it had never felt like this.
My hips twitched and I tried to thrust up into his hand, crying out as Alfie began to jerk me faster. “Is that what you need? Do you want it harder? Faster?”
“I-I don’t know,” I said. “Just… please…” I cried out again, my whole body on fire.
And then… Alfie opened his hand and grasped his own cock, pressing his shaft against mine as he worked them together.
It was a little dry, but I didn’t care. I was so lost in a kaleidoscope of sensations—the way his cock felt against mine, the heat of his body and the way I felt spread over his thighs, the racing of my heart, the scent of him flooding my senses where my face was still buried in his neck, the pressure from his hand as he stroked us, the feel of his other hand on my hip, fingers on my arse, and the soft words that he poured into my ear.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said. “You feel so good in my hand, love the way you moan for me. You’re doing so well, thank you for trusting me. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise. Don’t hold back, don’t wait for me, come whenever you want.”
“Alfie, I’m so… fuck, I’m going… oh!” I couldn’t hold back the rising tide of my orgasm and I gasped as it hit me, the force of it unlike anything I’d experienced.
It was heady and overwhelming, and it felt like the world was spinning as my cock pulsed in his hand, painting him with my cum.
I could barely breathe, but Alfie kept stroking me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
And when it was almost too much, he groaned out my name, his body shuddering as he came, his release hot against my skin.
I let out another shaky breath as I pressed my lips against his neck, trying to reorient myself.
Knowing that my universe had forever been inverted.