Chapter Twenty-Four
Mia
Alfie Adams is lying. I have a feeling he’s protecting me from something, but I don’t like it.
In fact, I think it’s a real dickhead move coming from him, when we’ve agreed to be honest with each other.
So if he wants to play this dumb game, I’m going to play too.
He wants me, and I’m going to use it against him.
Is it petty? Yes. Is it necessary? Also yes.
I’m sick and tired of being kept in the dark on things, especially when they pertain to me. Did my boss, who happens to secretly follow people around in his downtime, just happen to be outside the exact same café I go to every Saturday with Lana? I don’t think so. Try again, Dr. Adams.
I ended up swapping my emerald green skirt for a tight leather one and a black silky camisole that has a hint of lace on the edge.
It’s sexy and makes me feel powerful, which I need right now considering I've given my boss the bluest of balls and he looks like he wants to murder me or fuck me into the headboard. Hopefully, the latter.
We’re playing charades and I have teamed up with Jonesy, much to Alfie’s annoyance and Katie’s, which in my rage I hadn’t thought would be an unfortunate casualty.
Jonesy and I had quickly, and quietly discovered that we both know how to sign ASL.
I want to ask him more, as I don’t know many people that speak American Sign Language, but if we want to win this game, we’ll have to be subtle.
What started off as genuine attempts to act out the prompts, swiftly turned into blatantly acting out Lord of the Rings instead of Harry Potter or Queen instead of The Beatles.
Jonesy was the only one capable of guessing correctly as I signed out the words whilst attempting to look drunker than I was.
Looking down at my latest prompt, I smile wickedly, get on all fours and stick my ass right in the air at Alfie.
The skirt is short enough that I’m sure he can see my panties right now and I watch as Lottie and Caleb smirk behind their hands, looking triumphant.
Katie looks slightly furious, but I figure I can win her over if I get the chance to talk to her after.
Besides, her fury is mainly directed at Alfie.
Turning my head back to look at him, I give him a devilish grin before crawling over to Jonesy and pretending to lap at him, my tongue hanging out and panting.
A flash of what I did earlier forces my thighs to clench together.
On my knees for Alfie is something I’ve dreamed of for a while.
In the afternoon lulls of the working week, I would picture myself crawling under his desk and lapping at his cock as he attempted to work.
He’d stroke my hair, tell me how good I am and how proud he is of me.
The vision is seared on my brain like a memory; I’ve imagined it so many times.
And this afternoon, leaving him frustrated and on the brink might be the hardest and hottest thing I’ve ever done.
“Nope. Nope. We’re done,” Alfie yells before scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder, not for the first time in Lottie’s house.
“The answer is Jaws!” Jonesy yells, laughing.
“Jaws? Are you an idiot? It was Lassie or Clifford the Big Red Dog!” Katie cries out.
“Point for Jonesy!” I yell before chaos ensues.
I slap Alfie on the butt as he pinches my ass cheek, his big hand splayed over my bottom holding me in place.
Before I can wrestle myself off him, we’re up the stairs and into a room I’ve not seen except from the outside.
The library. Mariah Carey, our angel above, it’s magnificent.
The theme of the house is still alive here.
The deep mahogany-stained bookshelves are backed with dark green alcoves with golden metal fixtures for the mood lighting.
There are multiple chairs, including a worn leather couch tempting me to curl up and read.
My eyes wander along the shelves. Something I love about Lottie is that she isn’t conventional.
Mixed in with psychology textbooks and theoretical papers, there is a dedicated shelf for romance novels, history, travel, even cookbooks. She has something of everything here.
“What the fuck was that?” Alfie brings me back to my current predicament.
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently.
He huffs, his nostrils flaring as he paces the room.
“You feeling okay, Dr. Adams?”
“Don’t fucking start, Mia. I’ve got the biggest case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life.”
“You could have finished yourself off.” I shrug.
He steps into my space, his hand reaching for my throat as he pulls my face up to his.
His thumb rubs over my bottom lip, and for a second I forget how to breathe.
I forget where we are, what we’re doing here.
I forget why I wanted to give him blue balls in the first place because every instinct I have is telling me to get on my knees and relieve him of this torture.
He looks anguished, pained, and I did that to him.
The guilt creeps up my spine and settles on my neck, making my head feel heavy.
“You really think that fucking my fist would give me the relief I need after I’ve had your hot wet mouth sucking on me, Mia?
” he whispers against my lips as his hand snakes between my thighs, cupping my sex.
“Or this tight pussy? This fucking pussy…I’ve never had anything like it.
It’s consumed every fucking thought I’ve had for months, but this week has been pure torture.
Because now I know. I know exactly what you taste like, what it feels like when you’re squeezed around me.
I know the sounds you make when you come, how your eyes roll back and you bite your lip.
” He pops my lip free of his thumb and I instinctively bite down, keeping control of the tremble I feel.
“Do you understand? I can’t fuck my fist, Mia. I can’t do anything. Not without your fucking say so, because you own me. You own my cock, my fingers, my tongue, everything.”
“Alfie…” I whisper…or is it more of a beg?
It sounds like I’m begging. But for what, I don’t know.
I need him, in a way that I can’t even describe, and it terrifies me.
He hasn’t told me the truth I wanted, but it might be the one I need.
I need to feel wanted, cherished, owned.
I need to feel like I have some control over this situation, especially given our power imbalance.
Seeing him so raw and honest about his feelings, even if it’s predominantly lust, makes my body want to give in.
My knees weaken, my fingers tug at his sweater, my mouth waters.
It’s ready to let him back in. He might want more from me now, but mentally I keep myself in check.
My body has crossed over to him; it’s gone, ready to be filled and obliterated, but my mind is mine.
I won’t give over that part of myself, not when he could so easily change his.
“I’m still mad at you. You’re hiding something from me.”
His head dips down, his forehead resting on mine as his eyes close. Frustration rolls off him in waves.
“Can we talk about this at home? I’ll…I’ll tell you everything.”
Home.
“You promise?”
“I promise.” His dark eyes are so intense I can’t help but believe him. He’s staring so vehemently, like his very soul is on the line.
“Alfie?”
“Yeah, love.” He wets his lips, his tongue peeking out, a stark reminder of what he can do with it.
“I need you.” My voice is whiny and small.
“Now?”
I nod, my nose rubbing against his.
He seems to be at war with himself for a moment. But before I can blink, his fingers grip the back of my neck, and he crushes my mouth to his.
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs. “God, you’re not going to make me wait again, are you? I’ll do anything, anything you ask.”
“I need you to fuck me, Alfie, right now.”
“This is going to be quick, love. So fucking quick. Can you get there with me?”
A gravelly whimper escapes my lips, and I kneel on the couch, my elbows resting on the back. Alfie lifts my skirt and pulls my thong down my thighs, pocketing it.
He lines himself up with my entrance, pushing in quickly, his hard length engulfed.
I’m so full I can feel him in my throat.
He doesn’t pause to check on me. He’s too far gone for that.
Too lost in the moment of fucking his employee on his friend’s couch as they wait for us downstairs.
It’s debaucherous, scandalous; if I could breathe for a second, I might feel embarrassed, but I don’t.
I don’t have time to think about anything except the slide of his cock as he thrusts himself home.
I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit as he continues his assault behind me.
“Rub it, love, rub it for me. I’m gonna treat you so fucking good, Mia. You’re never going to want to leave. I promise you, love. Fuck, I’m going to count you down and then you’re going to come over my cock. Can you do that for me, Mia?”
“Yes, yes.” I rub myself, my fingers slippery from the arousal leaking out of me.
“Three…” he grunts out, his fingers clawing into my hips.
“Two…”
I clench around him now.
“One.”
The full force of my orgasm sweeps over me, the dam breaking. My shoulders shake, holding myself up, my pussy throbbing around his cock as it floods my sex with his release. He’s whimpering in my ear, barely thrusting as the last of his pleasure seeps out of him.
I never imagined a man whimpering and totally undone would be as attractive as this.
But feeling Alfie lose himself entirely within minutes, because of me, is utterly gratifying.
Sure, it might be because I brought him within an inch of an orgasm mere hours ago, leaving him high and dry like a desert up a mountain, but honestly, I think he’s just fucking desperate for me.
It’s thrilling, really. I thought Alfie had all the power, but today I’m realizing that I have just as much.
He pulls out, his come dripping down my inner thigh, and he grabs a tissue from the box on the side, cleaning me up until I can pull my skirt down.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, taming my hair and pushing it behind my ears.
“I need my thong.”
A devilish smirk plays on his lips, and he boops my nose. Alfie, after he comes, is so relaxed he’s fucking playful. It’s so unlike his normal work self, I’m desperate to see more.
“No, I don't think so. Maybe this will make you question whether you should fuck around and stick your ass in the air for everyone to see.”
I laugh. “This may very well backfire on you, Dr. Adams. I’m not afraid of a little public nudity.”
“I’m going to end up friendless, jobless or dead because of you, Mia Sinclair. Flash your ass again and I’ll take you home and show you how fucking pissed I am about my blue balls.”
“Sounds like a good time.” I wink and saunter out of the library.
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We say our goodbyes to the Dinner Club. To apologize to Katie for using Jonesy to annoy Alfie, I keep him distracted by signing ASL with him whilst she takes the spare room she loves.
Lottie is swaying as Caleb holds her by her waist, her goofy grin making his whole face light up.
I watch Alfie, a content smile on his face.
This is his happy place, being with them.
His one relief in the month where he can just be himself.
“I’m so glad our plan worked,” Lottie says loud enough for Katie to hear upstairs.
I frown.
“Lottie, time for bed,” Caleb announces, sweeping her away from the entrance.
“Hang on, what plan?”
“Alfie asked for our help. He wants to get you to be his girlfriend and doesn't know how. It’s really quite sweet. He adores you, Mia. Are you girlfriend-boyfriend now?” She swings around, cupping my cheek.
Her delicate features are tired, like there’s been something bothering her, and tonight was a perfect excuse for her to forget for a while.
“Goodnight, Lottie, Caleb.” Alfie nods, leading me out the doorway before I can answer.