Chapter Twenty
Alfie
Mia shoves me against the porch, and the luggage I was trailing behind me falls to the floor.
My hands push through the strands of her hair as she whimpers into my mouth.
It’s been like this the whole way home. I’m surprised the cab driver didn’t kick us out; my hand was halfway up her skirt by the time he pulled into the driveway.
I fumble for my keys, wanting to move this to an actual bed, but Mia can’t keep her hands off me.
She’s bouncing up and down as I slide the key in, opening the door for her.
I grab the luggage, throw it in the hallway and grab her by the hand, tugging her up the stairs.
She’s giggling behind me, her eyes wide as she looks around the corner and into the different rooms.
We reach the end of the corridor—the master bedroom. Before I can give her the tour, she’s on me again, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. A soft squeal escapes her lips as I throw her down onto the mattress.
“Are we gonna talk about this?” I point my index finger between her and me.
She bites her lip; I know she’s had all morning to think about it, and I know my girl is nervous. I’m expecting a little rejection at this point, so I’m prepared for it.
“I’m working for you for another six weeks or so.”
Fucking hate the thought of that, and apparently so does my wilting cock.
“Go on,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Why don’t we give in to whatever this is for those six weeks, and when I leave, we can—" She pauses for a moment, losing momentum as I pull my T-shirt over my head. She swallows hard. I watch the lump shift down the column of her throat. “We can umm—"
I unbutton my jeans, pulling down the zipper. “We can do what, love?”
Tugging down the jeans, I pick them up, folding them slowly before placing them over the back of the chair. My boxers come next, and I don’t miss the fact that I’m now buck naked standing at the foot of my bed as Mia, fully clothed, is propped on her elbows watching me stroke my cock.
“You have a really pretty dick,” she mutters.
“Pretty?” I laugh.
“You’re doing that repeating thing again.”
“I only do that with you, Mia. I don’t have to make sure I hear anyone else correctly because no one says the most unhinged shit like you do.” I raise my eyebrow, but all it achieves is an eye roll from Mia who quickly moves her attention back to my hand stroking my cock.
“It really is pretty…” she murmurs. As she sits up, she tries to reach out, but I take a step back.
“Say what you were gonna say, Mia.”
“Now? You think we can have a conversation now? When you’ve dickmatized me? You’re crazy.”
“Dickma—" I almost repeat before she gives me a stern look.
“Let me touch you, please,” she whines.
“We need to negotiate first. So tell me what it is you think we’re going to be, Mia. Then you can touch me.”
“Alfie…”
“No. Rule number one. There’s only one thing I want you to call me when we’re in bed.”
She grins, her tongue poking out to sweep along her lower lip. “Daddy?” she asks sweetly.
“Christ, Mia.” I loosen the grip on my cock. “Only if you want me to blow immediately.”
She laughs. “Sorry, Dr. Adams.”
“You knew what I meant, and you still had to terrorize me.”
“Alfie, I don’t think you even know what you want. You love being called Daddy.”
I ignore her words, instead focusing on the sweeping pull of her sweater over her head along with her top. She holds them to the side of the bed and lets them drop on the floor.
Exhaling through my nose, I forget the mess she’s making, knowing it’s done just to aggravate me. Next comes her skirt. She hops down off the bed to let it fall to the floor before toeing it out of the way.
“Tell me what you were going to say, or I’ll leave you here, Mia.”
I drop to one knee, then the other, kissing the inside of her thigh as she perches on the edge of the bed.
“We should enjoy the last six weeks together.”
I knew she was going to take this route. Another kiss.
“Lean into the tension that’s built up. Indulge a little.”
“You want to fuck your boss before you leave, is that it, Miss Sinclair?”
“Yes, Dr. Adams.”
“And then what?”
“And then, we stick to the plan, I get a job after becoming a psychologist.”
“You wouldn’t want this to continue?”
I should be pleased that she doesn’t want a commitment from me.
There’s not enough time in the day to keep everything within my control.
If we keep emotions out of this, we can enjoy the best part of a relationship, the beginning, and then there will be no feelings hurt when we eventually part ways.
So why do those words coming out of her mouth make me want to punish her?
Tie her to my bed, moaning and coming until she admits that she’s intrigued by this too.
I could obsess over her body, the sweet sounds she makes when I’m licking between her legs.
But my perfect girl doesn’t want a commitment from me.
She wants a fuck. Whereas, I’m all in. Six months ago, I would have pounced on the idea of sleeping with her with no strings attached.
Especially knowing she was leaving, saving us from the awkwardness that would no doubt follow.
But now, Mia knows me. Every secret I’ve ever had, she knows.
Well…all but one. But she knows more than my friends, more than my mom, even my brother.
She indulged the controlling side of my personality and helped me.
She wasn’t scared or judgmental. She took me as I am because she believes I’m a good person.
And when I’m with her, I feel like I am.
I feel like I can do anything. I can put aside my fears and see where this goes. I can at least try.
I kiss over her damp panties, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils. So sweet. It’s been less than twenty-four hours, but I’m dying for another taste.
Her head lolls back as she clenches the bedding, her knuckles turning white.
“You wouldn’t want this to continue, Mia?” I murmur against her.
“I don’t want you to have to make promises you can’t keep.”
She’s shown her cards, and all it took was a swipe of my tongue. This is about her not trusting me, or anyone really.
There’s more to discuss. I don’t want this to be a quick fuck.
I certainly don’t want us to have an end date before it even fucking starts, but where can I go from here?
I don’t want to force her into my way of doing things; something tells me she’s experienced that before.
She needs to be in control, or at least feel like she is.
Otherwise, she’s going to bolt, and I’ll never get the chance to prove that I’m in this now.
I want her here with me wherever she ends up working.
I don’t care. But this, us, this is happening. And she’ll accept it soon enough.
“I won’t make any promises, love. But six weeks isn’t long enough.”
“Six weeks, it’ll be a clean break.”
I huff, gripping her hips with my fingertips.
“Try six months, we agreed to continue until you were settled in your job, otherwise it would look odd.”
“People wouldn’t need to know we broke up.”
I pull her panties down her thighs, past her calves until she lifts her toes and I throw them on top of her pile of clothes. Damn the mess.
“Three months,” she concedes.
“Five months.”
“Three,” she whines.
“Four?”
“Two.”
“Three,” I relent.
I’m not letting her go after three months. Not a fucking chance. Three lifetimes wouldn’t be enough.
“Deal.” She holds out her hand for me to shake. Instead, I link our fingers, swipe my tongue over her clit and push her back onto the bed.
“Take off your bra, Mia.”
“So demanding,” she tuts before a playful smirk tugs at her lips. Her eyes hooded as they trail down my body.
“If I was a demanding man, Mia, you would have agreed to six months or longer, but I conceded at three. Now take it off.”
She pulls the straps down one by one, her eyes never leaving mine. Flicking the clasp at the back, her breasts spill out of the lacy cups, and I grab the warm fabric and fling it behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mia. Any preference on how?”
She shakes her head, biting her lip. Her sweet naked body lying beneath me, completely exposed, finally.
“Good.”
I flip her over onto her stomach, my fingers reaching her dripping pussy, and I curl them into her, my thumb grazing against her clit. Her needy little whimpers are like a hum against my dick, and I feel a drop of pre-cum smear against her ass.
“Please, I need more, Alfie.”
I line myself up against her entrance, letting myself slide against her soaked lips.
“Fuck…I don’t have a condom, Mia. It’s been a while.”
“I have an IUD. I haven’t had sex in a while, not since I was checked.”
“I’m clear too. Are you sure about this?”
“I don’t want anything between us.”
Halle-fucking-lujah.
I can’t wait a second longer. She lifts her ass a few inches higher, the curve of it drawing out an innate possessive instinct in me.
A moan rips from my throat as I push into her.
Her muscles squeeze around me, throbbing as I pull back before thrusting again.
Her painted nails sink into the bedding as she lets out a whimper.
Flicking her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts, her face buried into the pillow.
“Give me that,” I say, pointing to the pillow.
I lift her up, my hand splayed against her sternum, and I bite her earlobe.
Placing the pillow under her, I push her back down, rocking my hips deeper.
“You’re so big, Alfie.”
“Still a pretty cock?”
“The prettiest.” She smirks. “But you sure as hell know how to use it.”
I lean down, biting down between her shoulder and her neck, my fingers reaching to pinch her nipple.
“I didn’t think you would fuck like this.”
“No?” I slip out of her, pulling her by her leg until she’s on her back, her tits bouncing until I take a handful, bring my mouth lower so I can suck on her hardened peak. “How did you think I would fuck?”
I push back into her, her back bowing from the force.