Chapter Eight #2
I shimmy my way out of the dress, sliding my arms through the sleeves, but I keep it pinned to my chest. “You want me to unwrap your present?” It sounds silly, but almost cute.
Alfie chews the inside of his cheek, and it flexes his incredibly muscular jaw. “A present, for me?” he asks.
“I’m all yours,” I say, giggling at the comment. I’ve never been much one for dirty talk. It always sounds awkward coming from me, but Alfie doesn’t seem to notice my shortcomings in the field.
I release the dress and it slides to the floor, exposing my underwear. Alfie blinks rapidly, and his eyes fail to find a place to settle. He drinks in every inch of my nearly bare body, with a longing grunt.
I step out of the pooled fabric at my feet and make my way toward him. My steps feel almost feline as I stalk toward him. With a finger pressed against his chest, I force him to step back until his hind hits the desk. I motion for his pants, but he grabs me and makes us swap places.
“You look fucking incredible,” he growls in my ear.
“I know.” I wink. But my confidence is more facetious than I’m willing to admit.
His hand moves between my legs, and I spread, accepting him.
His finger brushes against my soft silk panties and the pleased look on his face tells me he’s found my wet spot.
I throw my head back, sighing in satisfaction.
One hand travels up my body, cupping my breast. He touches and squeezes like a man who knows how to appreciate a woman’s form.
The slightest touch from Alfie sends shivers through every atom in my body.
It takes all of my strength not to lose the feeling in my legs.
I pull myself up onto the desk and spread myself even wider for his exploration, hooking my heels on the edge of the desk.
Alfie moves the fabric out of the way, plunging his fingers into my pussy.
Gently, he motions up and down, gathering my moisture.
No one else is left at the office, so I let go and moan just like he wanted me to in that stockroom.
With the last few brain cells I have left, I manage to free his cock from its confines.
It’s even bigger than I remembered, and it makes me throb with yearning.
I need him inside of me, and it better fucking happen this time, because I can’t wait any longer.
All this time we’ve spent together has only made me want him more.
Alfie somehow knows exactly what makes me tick. He plunges his fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing against my sensitive clit, burying his face in my neck. He leaves a scattering of kisses and bites behind on my smooth skin.
“Oh fuck, Alfie,” I moan, “If you don’t stop now, I’m going...”
“Don’t hold back, Piper,” he whispers, “Come for me.”
Without further provocation, it washes over me in all its shuddering, electric, warm glory. I pull him into me, high on all those feel-good chemicals, not ready for it to be over yet. His cock conveniently lines up with my entrance, and I give him an eager nod.
“Please,” I beg. As silly as I feel being so needy, I know he won’t judge me. “Please, Alfie.”
With a firm grip at the base, he eases his cock closer.
Time goes at a standstill, the anticipation killing me.
As soon as flesh meets flesh, I let out a gasp.
The warmth between my legs is almost overbearing, and I grab onto him to steady myself.
The firmness of his biceps is astounding.
Those days in the gym have totally paid off.
Alfie cups my face between both hands as he presses himself deeper inside of me. I’m in pure bliss. I buck my hips into him in rhythm with his thrusts. Alfie grunts like a goddamn animal, and nothing has turned me on quite as much as the glorious sounds he’s making.
Slow and steady, he pulls out, only to thrust back inside of me with such force it shakes my whole body.
Alfie unclasps my bra after only two tries, making me giggle.
My tits bounce free from their confines.
I touch them, squeezing them together, gently running my hands over my erect nipples while he watches.
I enjoy giving him a show, and he fucks me harder and more ferociously in return. We lose ourselves to each other in a frantic blur of teeth, tongues, and tangled limbs.
Suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks. With his hands on my hips, he flips me over, pressing my stomach down onto the desk.
I lift my knee up onto the desk and look back at him.
He breathes through his teeth as he takes in the sight of my ass.
He gives me a firm spank, and the sound of the slap echoes through the room.
A rough grunt rips from his lips, while he prepares himself for my entrance once more.
He pushes his way inside of me, and both our bodies jerk from the pent-up anticipation.
Alfie digs his fingers into my supple rump, guiding me back into his ferocious thrusting. I begin a slow rotation of my hips, in time with his movements.
“Fuck, if you do that...” he doesn’t finish his sentence, opting to pull my torso up towards him. My back pressed against his abs, his strong fingers wrapped around my throat, tight enough to make me feel lightheaded, and heighten every sensation. “I might just come.”
He wraps his free arm tightly around my waist. He holds me like he never wants to let me go. My moans turn into one long indecipherable mess of noise, as he sinks all of himself inside of me. My cunt throbs around his quaking cock, both pulling him in and pressing him out at the same time.
“Fuck,” he breathes in my ear.
He’s fighting to hold himself back, but it’s not working. Every time he tries to slow, I take over and pound my hips into him. His legs start to shake and give way, and a heavy, husky groan rips from his lips.
When he slides out of me, I know it’s too late for him. I giggle and moan, turning around on the desk. He clasps his cock in a tight fist, bringing himself to release while I play with my tits and give him a show to enjoy.
Ropes of Alfie’s hot seed shoot across my body, and I accept it all with a giggle and a grin. He crumples on top of me, holding himself up with two flat palms over the desk. He leans in and kisses me with a fiery intensity that leaves me yearning for more.
“Christ, you’re fucking incredible,” he whispers.
Alfie lifts me off the desk and leads me to the sofa on the far end of his office.
We struggle at first to fit on the small leather furniture but eventually settle with me on his lap.
I lace my fingers in his, and he tightens the grip.
Still buzzed, I stare down at my flushed skin, now a rose pink, all thanks to him.
“Can I get that promotion now, Sir?” I say in a sweet, innocent voice.
We both burst out laughing and don’t stop until tears well in our eyes. “You can have whatever you want and more. I think I might just be under your spell. Just give me puppy dog eyes and I’ll move mountains for you.”
“Like this?” I pout, frowning, but making sure my eyes are big.
“Yep,” Alfie tilts his head up to the ceiling as if looking directly in the eyes of God. “I’m fucked.”
I lie with Alfie, and time passes as if it isn’t made of money. My mind replays what Alfie and I just did, in an attempt to preserve the memory forever. I’ve never been this satisfied, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever catch my breath again. If I’ll be the same person again.
“Do you want a ride home?” he asks. His hand absent-mindedly strokes the top of my head, fingers lacing through my messy hair as if they belong there.
“I have a car, you know,” I tease, “No, I’m okay. I’m a big girl.”
“I believe it,” Alfie says, but a solemn sigh accompanies his words. “I just don’t want the night to end yet.”
We kiss one last time before going our separate ways. Besides, seeing how passionate he got about what my father did, I don’t want Alfie anywhere near my house yet. There was a fire in Alfie’s eyes, one that I can’t risk letting spread.
He’d burn this whole world down to see me happy.
And that’s dangerous.