CHAPTER 41 ALFIE #2
I pause just before I reach the top of her leg.
If I let myself get a taste, it won’t be enough.
I’ll have to claim her. I’ll have to do all the things I’ve been so desperate to do to her.
One touch will never be enough when it comes to this girl.
My restraint will dissolve, and nothing will stop me from making this girl mine. And she’s not mine.
Fuck. I can’t. I can’t do it.
I pull my hand back and hand her the sponge. She takes it, and I look away to avoid that crushing shame I know is sweeping across her eyes.
Once she’s clean, I get her wrapped in a towel and look at her wrists.
They’re sliced up pretty bad, red and sore.
I wrap them up in bandages from one of Caden’s medical kits.
I dress her in one of his T-shirts, the hem coming down to her bare thighs.
Then she stands at the foot of the massive bed, staring at it.
“Are you going to be okay?”
Her eyes find mine. “You’re leaving?”
I scratch the back of my neck. “Well, yeah – not my bedroom.”
Her eyes flicker with disappointment, then something else. “Right, I guess you have your friend to get back to.”
I try to hide my smirk at the jealousy oozing off her tone. “Nah, I sent her away.”
“You did?”
“Hearing someone getting tortured next door kind of killed the vibe.”
She bites her lip. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’d rather be here with you, anyway.” I hook a finger under her chin and tilt it.
Her hands reach up between us and rest on my chest. “Alfie…”
The way she looks at me, how she’s always looked at me, that’s been slowly killing me these two weeks.
My thread of resistance is fraying. El looks at me in this way, like I’m the best fucking thing in this world.
And the worst part is, I probably am for her.
The kindness, the patience, the protection.
Saving her, for fuck’s sake, I probably am her knight in shining armour.
But I’m far from. Her standards are just too low.
“El, please.” I hate how desperate it comes out. How obvious it is that I’m losing control.
The look vanishes, replaced by shame and disgust. She drops her arms, backing away. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
I can’t fucking take how insecure she is. How she always thinks my rejection is because she’s ugly, or not good enough, or just not my type.
She turns away and I stand there and watch her fucking shrivel up. Again. The glow around her dimming. Again.
“Oh, fuck it.” I grab her elbow, whip her around and grab her face and yank it towards me. I lean down, but she comes up on her tiptoes to meet me halfway, and I kiss her.
I fucking kiss her.
Our lips crash together in a messy, uncontrolled way and it’s… perfect.
My tongue shoves her lips apart. I find hers and lick all around her, tasting her.
She tastes metallic, but sweet. Our hot breaths mingle with each other, my cock surging to life.
I know she feels it on her stomach, I even flex my hips, overcome with need as it takes the reins.
I crush myself against her. She pushes back, just as eager, the pressure on my cock pulling a growl from my throat.
Her hands wrap around my neck and pull me in.
Everything about her draws me in. She’s better than coke, whisky, ecstasy, caffeine.
Even all of them combined. The buzz her tongue and hands and warm body gives me is better than any of it.
Giving in to this after days of torture is the best release I could have ever asked for.
Without breaking our lips, I reach down and grab her legs, lifting her off the ground. She wraps them around me, and I carry her to the bed.
I’m so lost in my need for her I can’t think about anything else. Not the consequences, not the punishments. Right now, I need Elodie Valor on my tongue, or I’m going to die.
I fist the hem of her shirt and shuck it all the way up to her chest, breaking the kiss to look at all this skin bared beneath me.
I go straight for her tits first, sucking a nipple into my mouth.
Elodie moans for the first time and I think it might just be the sexiest little sound I’ve ever heard.
A little different from the tortured cries coming from her not even an hour ago.
Her fingers disappear into my hair, holding me to her chest as I devour one breast then the other. Her skin tastes of lavender from the soap, and something sweeter, like honey. I suck on one tit, and palm the other, squeezing and pinching her nipple.
She mewls, arching into my touch. “Alfie.”
My name on her lips in that breathless, desperate inflection has me near exploding. I groan against her skin, need swarming me like a tidal wave. I need more of her. I need every beautiful inch of her.
I trail wet kisses down to the middle of her stomach, and when I reach her pelvis, she jolts.
“Wait!” she cries, pushing my head away. “I haven’t shaved, you won’t give me a razor.”
I scoff. “Please. I don’t beat around the bush, darling. I dive in.”
Her cheeks flush red, and I shake her hand off my forehead, but then I realise this isn’t enough. This won’t give me what I need. I haul up onto my knees, scoop her up and flip us so she’s straddling my waist. I take one of her hands and pull her forward.
“What are you doing?” she asks. She’s breathless already, overcome with the same need I am. I can fix that for us. I can satiate this overwhelming hunger in both of us.
“You’re sitting on my face.”
She gasps. “What?”
“I need you on my face, El.” I tug her towards me, her knees come to each side of my head and she peers down.
“I’ve never –”
“I don’t care. Now sit.”
She hesitantly, very slowly, eases down onto my face. It’s slow enough to snap my last iota of patience. I grab her thighs and slam her down onto my face.
She yelps, but it fizzles out into a breathless moan as my tongue presses onto her clit.
God, I fucking needed this.
I make out with her clit just like I did with her mouth. Wild, uncontrolled, desperate, swiping my tongue across and around, revelling in the little gasps and quiet moans coming from her.
Fuck, she tastes good. She has the flavour of sweet freedom, a sugary rush of dopamine, and the refreshing, addictive gulp of an ice-cold citrus beer on a summer’s day. All wrapped into one delicious, perfect pussy.
Boy, am I in trouble.
And I don’t give a single fuck.
My hands wrap around her thighs, greedy fingers dig deeper into her as I start to get a rhythm going. Her arousal builds quickly, soaking my face. I look up, but I can’t see her, as her head tilts back in rapture. One hand grips my hair while the other strangles the headboard.
I run my hands up to her tits and squeeze, eliciting another delicious moan from her.
There’s something about this girl that draws us all in, in our own way.
Fiz likes how feisty she is, how resistant she is.
Fuck knows what Caden likes, but there is something there with him that he’s terrified of.
But what draws me in is this. How she’s got such a hard, defiant shell wrapped around her soft, mushy interior that only I get to see.
This is who she wants to be. She wants a place she can unclench, where she can let those walls down, and I’m it for her.
Not her fiancé. And I can’t swallow the smugness it feeds my ego.
I don’t care about the rumours. Right now, I’m the only man who gets to see Elodie Valor unwind and let go.
I work her pussy like an intricate puzzle, licking and sucking her clit expertly.
I’m going to make her come apart on my tongue.
I’ll taste that sweet release on my lips and then I’m going to shove her down my body and bury my cock inside her.
Nothing and no one else matters than getting this girl on my lap and bouncing her until this pussy clenches around my cock.
Until this perfect little cunt drains me of all my cum.
I’ve never wanted something so much in my damn life.
Fuck, just the thought of it has my balls tightening. I think this girl could make me come without even touching me.
“Alfie,” she moans, hand fisting my hair tighter, pulling at the strands and sending the pain singing through my scalp.
I groan against her clit in response, and she gasps. My hands pinch and roll her nipples, knead her tits, and her body starts grinding on my face, chasing that release.
Yes, baby, I want to say, ride the fuck out of my face.
I know she’s close when her breaths get shorter, her moans get higher pitched, and then a voice floats into the room and shatters the moment.
“Well, well, well, isn’t this a spectacle?”
I groan against her pussy just before she leaps off me, covering herself with the duvet as Fiz waltzes into the room, naked apart from a pair of black shorts, running a hand down his bare stomach.
“Really, Fiz, really?” I sit up and wipe the moisture from my face, shaking my head.
He looks like he’s had the best nut of his life. His eyes are droopy, his whole body relaxed, then there’s me, been with two women tonight and I haven’t come once.
“Didn’t Cade say she wasn’t allowed to come? Seems like I came in the nick of time.” He perches on the side of the bed, cocking a leg up, looking too satisfied with himself.
Shit. I forgot about that. The fucking cameras too. I wonder if Cade’s watched the whole thing.
Dammit.
I scrub my face, clarity and other stupid emotions flooding through me. The main one still being this sexual fucking frustration.
Elodie says nothing, trying to catch her breath beside me.
Fiz arches an eyebrow at her. “Naughty girl, Elodie, what will your fiancé say?”
“Like I give a shit,” she spits. Any sign of the soft, loosened Elodie I had a moment ago completely gone.
Fiz turns to me. “Did you get yours at least?”
I shake my head, cock still throbbing and achingly hard in my trousers.
He chuckles. “Damn, must be in pain right now, bro.”
“Fiz, will you fuck off?”
This just amuses him. “Let me watch, please?”