Chapter Twenty-Three
Jonathan
Excited butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I studied myself in the mirror, admiring the way the deep red satin and black lace of my new underwear looked against my skin.
I’d never expected myself to be a lingerie person but Theo had completely converted me.
For perhaps the first time in my life, I felt sexy and desirable and I couldn’t wait for Alfie to see me.
Given his reaction to the last pair of lace panties I’d worn, I was confident he’d like this set.
It wasn’t only panties this time, but also a waist corset with satin lacing and suspender straps that were attached to the lace-topped stockings I’d bought.
It highlighted my waist, the length of my legs, and the gentle curve of my arse.
I’d been tempted to also add a harness, but I didn’t want to overdo it and I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about leather against my skin.
If it stuck to me or dug in, it would be all I’d be able to focus on, to the point I’d likely become so uncomfortable I’d want to stop entirely.
So, the harness could stay off for today. I’d stick to the soft satin and lace.
And perhaps, if I really wanted something like a harness, Theo might know where to find a soft one.
Of course, I’d have to pluck up the courage to ask him whereas last time he’d just casually suggested how good I’d look in lingerie if I ever wanted to give it a try, dropping a bomb over reception that had disrupted my entire day while I’d thought about it.
There was a sharp knock at the front door and I startled, nearly tripping over my feet and into the mirror.
Shit, Alfie was here and I wasn’t dressed.
Well, I was. Sort of. But I couldn’t answer the door in lingerie. Could I?
No, it was too much. At least for the first time.
I decided to compromise and grabbed my shirt off the floor, throwing it on over the top and hastily trying to do up a couple of buttons as I raced towards the stairs. My house was not as tidy as I’d have liked, and that included my bedroom, but I hoped Alfie would be too distracted to notice.
As I reached the door, it suddenly struck me that it might not be Alfie who’d knocked and I was about to give someone else a shock. If that was the case, I’d die of embarrassment, but it was too late now.
I cracked the door open and peered through the gap, double-checking my visitor was the one I’d been expecting.
My heart skipped as I saw Alfie’s familiar face.
He wasn’t sweaty, red, or panting this time, and I still couldn’t believe he’d run all the way up through Heather Bay for me.
It was one of the moments I’d remember for the rest of my life, along with the way I’d felt when he’d told me he loved me.
Nobody had ever said that to me before. At least, not in a romantic way. My family, and Theo, said it all the time, but I’d never had someone pour their heart out to me with so much adoration.
“Hey,” Alfie said, noticing the crack in the door and tilting his head with a bemused smile as he looked at me through the gap. “Any reason you’ve only opened the door an inch?”
“Yes. I was making sure it was you.”
“Are you expecting someone else?”
“No, but… I am not dressed for other visitors.” I flushed and opened the door wider, watching Alfie’s eyes widen as he took in my shirt, which just about covered my modesty, and the stockings.
“Fuck,” he said, stepping through the door and kicking it shut behind him, putting his hands on my waist to draw me in. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
“You haven’t seen all of it yet.” I resisted the urge to glance away and instead met his gaze for a moment. Desire was written boldly across his face and I shivered in anticipation, my cock swelling in the front of my panties.
“Will you show me?”
I nodded and stepped back slightly, fingers unbuttoning my shirt with ease. I’d thought I would feel nervous, but I didn’t. Instead, a new confidence flowed through me as I slowly opened the shirt and pushed it over my shoulders and let it drop onto the floor.
Alfie’s expression turned hungry, the gleam in his eyes and curl of his mouth making precum drip from my cock as it strained against the satin and lace. “Gorgeous,” he said softly, reaching out his hand like he itched to touch and then hesitating. “Can I?”
“Yes,” I said with a smirk. “I want you to touch me.” He stepped closer again, putting one hand on my waist to pull me against him, tilting his head up to brush his lips against mine.
“What else do you want? Tell me.”
“I want you to kiss me everywhere. I want you to touch me, stroke my cock, and finger me open for you.” My breath caught as I thought about how good it felt having his fingers deep inside me, stretching me open and fucking me slowly.
“I want to touch you too. I want to kiss every inch of you and suck your cock before you fuck me. I… I want your cock inside me, Alfie. I want to know what it feels like to have you filling me, especially when I come. And then I want you to come in me too.”
Alfie groaned against my mouth then kissed me fiercely. “I will give you everything you want. Anything. Tonight is about you, Jonathan.”
“No, it’s about us.”
I grabbed the front of his shirt as we kissed again, need surging through me as I slid my tongue into his mouth. “I want to go upstairs.”
“Yeah? Are you sure?”
“Yes. You’re not fucking me on my sofa,” I said confidently. All my previous concerns about him being in my space had resolved, and now there was nothing more that I wanted than him in my bed.
“Why are we still standing here then?” He grinned and reached down to take my hand, pulling me towards the stairs with such determination it made me giggle.
As soon as we reached my room, Alfie released me and began to undress, pulling off his T-shirt and throwing it onto the floor before I’d even shut the door.
I stared in delight at his body, the soft swell of his stomach and chest, the dark blond trail of hair leading into his shorts, which he was already undoing and shoving off to leave him in a pair of stunningly tight burgundy trunks.
They were already bulging at the front and I dropped to my knees in front of him without hesitation.
“Come here,” I said, putting my hand out to guide him to stand in front of me. “I need to suck you.”
Alfie groaned, his fingers splaying across the top of my head as I leant forward and rubbed my face across the front of his trunks, inhaling the scent of him and mouthing teasingly at his bulge.
I tugged his underwear down and hummed in delight as his thick cock bounced.
Wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft, I guided him towards my waiting mouth.
We both moaned as my lips closed around his cock and I savoured the taste and feel of him on my tongue.
The more I’d blown him, the more I’d fallen in love with doing it. The first time I’d had him in my mouth, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough and now I was certain of it.
Practice had improved my coordination, but Alfie clearly liked it when it was wet and messy and he could hear the sloppy sounds of my mouth as I sucked him.
I still didn’t like the taste of cum, and wasn’t sure I ever would, but that didn’t matter today because I didn’t want him coming until he was deep inside my arse, splitting me open and making me cry out his name.
Alfie had said he liked it when I was demanding, and today I intended to be. I’d made it clear what I wanted, and I didn’t plan on accepting anything else. Barring extenuating circumstances, obviously.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Alfie murmured with a groan. “You look so perfect like this. Doing such a good job. Making me feel so fucking good.”
I hummed around him, my dick throbbing when he moaned again. I knew I’d have to stop soon or I risked making Alfie come, but fuck, I liked having his cock in my mouth too much. But if I wanted him to fuck my arse, I was going to have to stop.
With a pout and a whine of protest, I slowly released him with a slick pop, saliva clinging to my lips and his glistening cockhead.
Alfie chuckled weakly, his chest heaving as another bead of precum dribbled from his slit, which I couldn’t resist licking up.
“Shit, you really love that, don’t you? Sucking my cock. ”
“Yes,” I said as my fingers stroked him lazily. “One day… if you’re open to it, obviously, I’d like to maybe try cockwarming. Only if you want to obviously, but I thought it could be fun. Holding you in my mouth while you do something else, until you’re ready to come.”
Alfie smiled, lifting his hand to run his thumb across my lips. I wished I’d remembered to put more lipstick on, because it would have looked so debauched smeared. “I’d like that too. Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus on anything else with this pretty mouth of yours wrapped around me.”
I sucked his thumb into my mouth and smirked at him, delighting in the rapt expression on his face. “You should get on the bed, my love,” he said. “I’m going to show you how much I adore you.”
He held out his other hand and I released his thumb, putting my hand in his so he could help me to my feet. He kissed me softly and sighed happily. “I love you, Jonathan.”
“I love you too.”
“You’re everything to me. I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
“Good.” Another kiss and I could feel the love radiating off him as he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tightly. Like he needed proof that I was here, and I was his.
“I love you,” I said again.
“And that makes me the luckiest man in the world.”