Chapter Eighteen
Jonathan
Watching Alfie’s face, as he took in the taxidermied mice in little sailing hats and sou’westers sitting on the beach hut’s shelves, was one of the funniest things I’d seen in a long time.
He seemed to waver between horror and fascination, before he finally nodded and said, “Well, they’re not for me but I suppose they could be worse.
They actually look like mice rather than some stuffed nightmare, although maybe that’s the problem.
I keep expecting them to come to life and start singing sea shanties. ”
I chuckled softly as I put the cool bag down on the top of the vintage steamer chest that doubled as a table.
The beach hut was Theo and Laurie’s pride and joy, their home away from home by the sea, and I was surprised Laurie had been so happy to give me the key because usually nobody was allowed down here without them.
It wasn’t particularly large but they’d done an excellent job with the space, making it feel cosy but not confining. While the outside was a soft primrose yellow with a cornflower-blue trim to fit the aesthetic of the rest of the huts, the inside perfectly matched their tastes.
The back wall was painted black while the rest were white, but covered in carefully placed prints and shelves, which had an eccentric selection of trinkets and knick-knacks on them—from skulls and stuffed mice to miniature disco balls.
Under the shelves on the left-hand wall was a sofa covered in pink cushions, and the corner opposite the door had the tiniest kitchenette with cupboards above it so they could make drinks.
The hut didn’t have any windows, but the open door provided plenty of light and there were also some battery-powered fairy lights strung across the ceiling if we needed something more.
“I’ve always been ambivalent about beach huts,” Alfie said as he tore his eyes away from the mice to look around the rest of the space. “But this is really making me want one.”
“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? They spent a lot of time doing it up last year, and now they come down here most evenings and weekends,” I said, opening the cool bag to pull out the sandwiches I’d bought from Novel Tea.
“It’s nice of them to let us use it.”
I nodded and smiled. “Laurie is very kind like that.”
“He is.” Alfie reached out and took my hand, gently pulling me into his arms until I was flush against his chest. “I’ve really missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
I tilted my head slightly to look at him, noting the stress and worry still lingering around his eyes.
I wanted to be able to take his pain away, to distract him from the real world, if only for a few minutes.
Lunch was one thing but how much would it really do?
Especially if we were also talking about our situation and how we could better balance things.
I knew we had to have that conversation, but did it have to be the first thing we did? I wanted to help Alfie destress, not pile more things onto his plate.
Perhaps it was time to take a leaf out of Theo’s book and try something a little more practical. He was a great proponent for physical intimacy as a stress relief.
And I was not about to ignore his years of research on the matter.
I brushed my lips against Alfie’s, turning the kiss deeper as he moaned softly. His fingers grasped the back of my shirt as I slowly pushed my tongue into his mouth. I’d missed kissing him so much, and the feel of his lips against mine had been haunting my dreams. But I wanted more too.
So much more.
“Alfie,” I said, my voice hitching. “Can I… I want…”
“What do you want?”
“Can I touch you? Please?” I glanced around and realised the door to the hut was still half open. “I can shut the door.”
Alfie’s eyes blazed with desire, a little smirk curling the corner of his mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t imagine these walls are very thick.”
“I can be quiet, I promise.”
He groaned softly and pulled me into another hungry kiss, one which made my cock throb. “Close the door then.”
It was hard to step away from him, even for a second, but it had to be done.
Shutting and locking the door darkened the space significantly, but it was easy enough to find the switch for the fairy lights.
They bathed us in a soft, golden glow, and I suddenly realised exactly why Theo had insisted on putting them up.
It removed the guilt of having sex in their beach hut considerably.
“Can I blow you?” I asked as I stepped back into Alfie’s embrace, my mouth immediately finding his. It had been too long since I’d been able to kiss him like this, and I needed to make up for lost time.
“Yes,” Alfie groaned. “As long as you’re sure. I don’t want you rushing yourself just because you’ve missed me.”
“I do. I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”
“Yeah? Have you been dreaming about what it would feel like to have my cock in your mouth? How I’d taste on your tongue?”
“Y-Yes.” I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him.
My fingers reached for his buckle on his belt, fumbling slightly in my desperation.
I wasn’t as nervous as I’d thought I’d be, but my heated desire seemed to be overriding all my other emotions.
Otherwise, I’d probably have had more qualms about having sex with Alfie in my bosses’ beach hut.
Because Theo would know what we’d done as soon as he saw me again. But I couldn’t quite bring myself to care.
“Don’t rush,” Alfie said, his fingers closing on mine as he helped me undo his belt and pop open his jeans. “Take your time.”
“I don’t want to though,” I said. I knew I was pouting like a spoilt brat, but I’d never felt this level of desperation before. It felt like I’d explode if I didn’t touch him soon!
Alfie smiled and kissed me softly. “You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you.”
“Do you want me to sit down? Is there something you can kneel on?”
“Er, I don’t mind. Whatever you think will work best.”
“Let me sit down, sweetheart, and we can put one of those cushions on the floor for you.”
Alfie took two steps backward, pushing his chinos and underwear down to his knees as he lowered himself onto the sofa.
He grabbed a cushion, thankfully one without sequins and embroidery, and dropped it onto the floor in front of him.
I knelt quickly, running my hands up his spread thighs.
My heart was racing, anticipation buzzing under my skin as I looked at him.
His cock was hard and flushed, precum beading on the silken head. I hadn’t given a lot of blow jobs but I wanted to. Alfie made me feel safe, desired, cherished, and it made me yearn to give him everything.
“You’ll need to tell me what you like,” I said as I slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, feeling the weight and heat of it in my hand. It felt so different to touching my own cock.
Not in a bad way, just different.
“I will,” he said. “Go slowly. Don’t try to take it all.”
I nodded then leant forward to run the flat of my tongue across his cockhead, licking up his precum and letting the taste bloom on my tongue.
I wasn’t sure what I’d expected but it wasn’t unpleasant.
Alfie groaned quietly, his fingers gripping the sofa cushions on either side of his thighs with white knuckles.
A pleased smile caressed my lips as I licked him again, running my tongue around the edge of the head and down the shaft.
“Perfect, sweetheart. That’s it, take your time.”
We didn’t have infinite time for me to explore though. Not if we also wanted to have lunch and make sure we looked presentable before we went back to work.
I wrapped my lips around him and sucked gently, a bolt of pleasure running down my spine as his cock throbbed. Oh, I liked that.
Alfie let out a strangled moan as I took more of his dick into my mouth, carefully working out how much I could take before it made me gag.
It wasn’t as much as I’d like but I was sure practise would be able to change that.
Saliva dripped out of my lips as I began to bob my head, using my mouth and hand in tandem.
It was wet and messy and horribly uncoordinated, but I couldn’t get enough.
The taste, the smell, the feel of him—it was fucking intoxicating and I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of doing this.
If I’d thought kissing Alfie was addictive, then this was something headier.
“J-Jonathan,” Alfie said breathlessly. “T-That’s, fuck, you’re doing such a good job. Feels so perfect, sweetheart.”
I hummed around him, because I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to answer him, and was pleasantly surprised when he groaned. I had no idea if I was going to be able to make him come like this, but if I could bring him pleasure… if I could help him forget his stress, then that would be enough.
I glanced up at him as I sank back down on his cock. His eyes were wide and his cheeks flushed, his chest already heaving. He looked so incredible, and I knew I was going to be thinking about it every night when I went to bed. And every time I was bored at work too.
“I want to make you come,” I said, barely allowing his cock to escape my lips. “Will you show me how?”
Alfie nodded and wrapped one of his hands over mine, helping me to stroke his cock faster and harder.
There was something indescribably sexy about it which made my stomach twist. “That’s it.
Just like that,” he said, reaching out with his other hand to grasp my jaw and pull me up into a kiss, his tongue dipping into my mouth like he wanted to taste himself on me.
“Can I use my mouth too?”
“Please!”
I groaned as I kissed him again before leaning down to take him back inside me. Pleasure enveloped me, delicious and all-encompassing, draining all the thoughts from my mind. The only thing that remained was desire and the need to make Alfie come.
“I-I’m getting close,” Alfie said. “You can… you don’t need to swallow.”
My brain stuttered as I tried to process my options. I wanted to know what he tasted like but what if it was too much? Would I choke?
His cock slipped from my mouth at the last second as Alfie groaned, cum spurting across our hands and the bottom of my face, landing on my lips and across my nose. It was hot and unpleasantly sticky, but from the way Alfie was staring at me I could only assume he liked seeing me like this.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful covered in my cum,” he whispered as he slowly released his cock.
“Thank you,” I said, gently letting go of his cock and sitting back. My tongue darted out to taste some of his release and Alfie chuckled as I pulled a face. “Sorry. It’s, er, not quite what I was expecting.”
“You don’t have to like it,” he said. “It’s not for everyone.”
“Maybe it will grow on me.”
“Maybe, but I don’t mind if it doesn’t.” He brushed my hair back with his clean hand and I was grateful for his care because I could not go back to work with cum stuck to me. “Do you think we could borrow a little towel to clean up?”
“I have some wet wipes in my bag, in the little pocket at the front.”
“Good. You stay there and let me get them. Then, I want to blow you.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” I said, my face flushing as I shifted slightly so Alfie could stand and squeeze past me, awkwardly holding his trousers with one hand.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to know what it felt like to have Alfie’s mouth on me, but I still hadn’t particularly mastered the art of being quiet and, in so public a setting, even with the door closed…
“I want to,” he said. “As long as you want me to. If you’re not comfortable then we don’t have to.” He looked over at me and smiled. “Perhaps I could come round after work? We could continue this then. I promise, I’ll take such good care of you. And we won’t have to rush either.”
“I’d like that,” I said, my head spinning as I realised what he was offering. “Perhaps, this time, we don’t have to stay downstairs? I mean, we can if you want. Or I could come to your flat instead?”
“Which would you prefer?”
I thought for a second as Alfie opened my bag to dig the wipes out. He walked back to me and pulled one out, gently wiping my face clean. “Can I come to yours? I could meet you at Lick It! once you’re finished for the day?”
“I’d love that.” He bent down to kiss me and I knew I was going to spend the rest of the afternoon completely distracted as I thought about what awaited me.
The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough.