Chapter 17
TARA
Somebody call a doctor. I think my brain just short-circuited.
Alfie didn’t ask. He told me.
And I have never been more turned on in my life.
I nod, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down. The soft black fabric barely contains the heat of him, the outline thick and straining.
The moment he springs free, my breath catches.
Oh.
Oh my god.
I knew Alfie Spencer would be big, but this is almost unfair.
A slow, nervous thrill coils in my stomach as I wrap my fingers around him, testing the weight, the heat, the way he twitches in my grip. My mouth goes dry.
I look up, searching his face for confirmation. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark and fixed on me, chest rising and falling like he’s holding back everything he wants to say.
I give an experimental stroke, feeling the way he pulses against my palm.
“It’s so big,” I murmur, more to myself than him.
Alfie groans, his head tipping back, hands curling into fists at his sides.
“Fuck, Tara," he rasps, voice thick, strained. "You have no idea how good that feels.”
His hips jerk slightly into my grip, his control fraying.
I smirk, leaning in, letting my breath ghost over the sensitive skin.
"Then let me make it even better."
Swallowing hard, I release his shaft and drop my head to him. I lean forward to take the thick head into my mouth. My lips wrap around him like a velvet vice as I begin to suck.
“Fuck Tara.” Alfie grunts above me, wrapping his fingers in my hair for leverage. He starts thrusting gently.
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat as I adjust to his size. The salty taste of his precum hits my tongue as I swirl it around his tip. Alfie’s grip on my hair tightens, guiding my movements as I bob up and down on his length.
“That’s it, Tink. Take all of me.”
I look up at him through my lashes, locking eyes as I take him deeper. His breath stutters, jaw tight, muscles coiled like he’s barely holding it together.
His cock twitches against my tongue—needy, desperate. I slow down, dragging my lips over him, savoring the way his fingers flex against the desk like he’s fighting not to grab my hair, not to fuck my mouth the way he wants to.
“Fuck!” His voice is a hoarse whisper.
His hips roll forward, testing, teasing, pushing a little deeper. I moan around him, letting him feel it, and his head tips back, a sharp exhale breaking free.
And then—
He pulls away.
I whimper at the loss, my lips parting in protest, but he’s already stroking his thumb along my bottom lip, eyes dark and knowing.
“Another time,” he murmurs, voice thick with promise. “But right now?” He bends down, lips ghosting over my thigh as he spreads me open beneath him. “I need to taste you.”
Oh.
I nearly whimper at the way he’s looking at me—like he’s been starving for this. Like he’s thought about this for a long time.
“I’ve wanted you like this for two years,” he says, dragging his mouth up, up, stopping just short of where I need him.
My body arches, already shaking. “Then stop waiting.”
A smirk. A flicker of amusement.
And then—
His tongue.
I choke on a gasp, my hips jerking into his mouth, but his hands are already gripping my thighs, locking me in place.
“Fuck.” The word leaves my mouth on a breath, nails sinking into his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He groans against me, the sound vibrating through my core. And then he’s all in—tongue moving with purpose, teasing, flicking, wrecking me stroke by stroke.
“You’re soaked for me,” he mutters, almost smug. “Like you’ve been waiting for this just as long as I have.”
I can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
His fingers press inside, curling, stroking just right. The perfect pace. The perfect pressure. The perfect fucking everything.
“Alfie—” My voice is a wrecked, breathless plea.
“Mm.” His tongue drags over me, slow and devastating. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”
I moan, my thighs tightening around his head.
“That good?” he murmurs against my skin, teasing, relentless.
“More.” I gasp, my back arching. “Don’t stop.”
His grip tightens.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He increases his pace, pumping his fingers faster as he sucks hard on my sensitive bud. The coil of pleasure in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Alfie looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust as he watches my face contort in ecstasy.
“Every inch of you is fucking beautiful, but this—” his fingers press deeper—“this is my favorite.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or his hands that push me over the wave.
My back arches off the bed as waves of intense pleasure overcomes me.
I cry out Alfie’s name, my body shaking uncontrollably as he works me through my orgasm.
Alfie doesn’t let up, lapping at my sensitive flesh until the last tremors subside.
Panting heavily, I collapse back onto the bed, my limbs feeling like jelly. Alfie crawls up my body, planting soft kisses along my stomach and breasts before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my lips, his hard length pressing insistently against my thigh. “I need to be inside you now.”
I nod eagerly, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him. Alfie positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock teasing my sensitive folds. He looks into my eyes, seeking permission one last time.
“Yes. Please, Alfie.”
I am desperate to feel him inside me.
Alfie groans as he slowly pushes into me, stretching me deliciously. I gasp at the fullness, my hands gripping his muscular arms. He pauses when he’s fully sheathed, giving me time to adjust to his impressive size.
“God, you’re so tight,” he says, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding still. “Are you okay?”
I nod, rolling my hips experimentally. The slight movement sends sparks of pleasure through me. “I’m perfect. Please fuck me.”
Alfie starts to thrust, setting a steady rhythm that has me moaning with every stroke. He hits spots deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed. My word. This man is a freakin’ god.
He reaches between us as he rocks, moving his hand down past my waist to my core to rub my clit with the palm of his hand.
I see stars behind my eyes as I build up to another release. Holy shit.
His breath is catching, and his groans are deepening. The sound of him loving this as much as I am is all I need to let go. At the same time as my body shakes, my name breaks out of his lips as he falls on top of me.
Alfie collapses onto his back beside me, one arm draped over his face, his chest still heaving.
For a second, neither of us speak.
The air between us is thick, heavy with something I can’t name. Something I’m not sure I want to.
I turn my head, watching him in the dim light. His brows are drawn together, his fingers flexing against the sheets like he’s already replaying this, already trying to put it into a box it won’t fit in.
I smirk.
“Regretting it already?” I tease, running a lazy finger along his stomach, feeling the way his muscles twitch beneath my touch.
His arm drops just enough for one dark, unreadable eye to meet mine.
“No,” he mutters. “Just… thinking.”
I roll onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow, dragging my fingers lower just to watch his jaw tighten. “That sounds dangerous.”
His lips twitch, but it’s gone too fast.
I keep watching him. The way his body is still pressed into the mattress like he’s trying to ground himself, like he already knows this was a mistake but can’t bring himself to act like it.
Oh, Alfie.
"You’re about to say something self-destructive, aren’t you?" I muse, trailing my fingers up his chest now, feeling the way he tenses, like he’s resisting the urge to pull me back on top of him.
He exhales sharply. “Tink—”
“Alfie.” I lean down, pressing my lips to his shoulder, just to see if he’ll let me.
He does.
I smirk against his skin. “You think too much.”
He makes a rough, strangled sound, something like a laugh, but it’s dry. Hollow.
“You make it really fucking hard to think,” he admits, grudgingly.
“Then don’t.”
A pause.
A sharp inhale.
And then—
I barely get the chance to smirk before he’s on me again, rolling over, pinning me beneath him, his hands framing my face, his mouth crashing into mine like he’s already lost the fight.