Chapter 6
Iwasn't sure what exactly I'd done in a previous life. I'd always thought it must have been pretty bad, because this go round has been fucking rough, and I often felt like I was being punished.
But now? Now I was convinced I must have been the scum of the earth. Because that was the only possible reason I would be punished with having to sleep in a bed with Alfie.
Everything about him tortured me. Tempted me. Teased me.
The damn boy had come out of the bathroom after his shower in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. His lean, sculpted chest was still a bit wet, and I found myself riveted by the droplets slowly making their way down his smooth chest to the six pack that led to places I'd rather not think about.
But thinking about it was all I could do as his surprisingly soft form molded itself around me in his sleep.
For such an energetic person he nodded off fairly quickly, and at first I was grateful for the reprieve from his verbal sparring and teasing, but before I could get too relaxed, he turned in his sleep, slung his arm over my waist and curled himself in against me.
I should have woken him up and made him move away.
I should have insisted we keep driving until we found another motel.
I should have just driven past the damned boy when we came upon him on the road.
But I didn't do any of those things, which meant now, I had an erection that wouldn't go down, a boy who deserved so much better than me curled against me, and a head so filled with useless fantasies, that I had no hope of sleeping.
And fucking hell, I really needed some damn sleep.
Maybe... maybe I could just—
No.
Surely that was a bad idea.
But now that the idea was in my head I couldn't get it out.
Alfie was pressed against me, sure, but he was letting out the most adorable snores so I was pretty sure he was out for the count. If I was careful and quiet enough I could just help myself out, get some much needed relief and then I could rest.
Sleep.
Escape from Alfie and his tantalising torture.
My free hand moved down to my sweat pants, almost of its own accord, and I had to work hard at suppressing the moan that wanted to escape when I wrapped my fingers around my aching cock.
I was so pent up, so fucking horny, I knew it wouldn't take much. Especially not with the star of my fantasies plastered to my side.
Was it completely fucking messed up, that I was planning on jerking off while what essentially amounted to a stranger was cuddled up to me?
Yeah.
But I was way beyond caring.
A few drops of precum had already accumulated at the tip of my cock, so I quickly made use of it, helping ease the way for my hand as it jerked up and down.
Alfie let out a soft moan, and I froze, worried that he'd woken up, but he nuzzled into my neck, as he cuddled in even closer.
I waited a few seconds to see if he would move again, or react in any way to the cock and hand that was no longer inside my sweat pants.
When nothing happened I resumed my careful stroking.
I imagined it was Alfie's softer hands wrapped around me.
Or better yet, those beautiful pink lips.
I could almost see it. Those cheeks hollowed out as he took me in as deep as he could. I just knew he would suck the soul from my body if I just gave him the chance to.
With thoughts of Alfie on his knees for me, it was harder than I'd thought it would be to control my breathing, but it didn't take long for my balls to draw up against my body, and for me to to feel the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine.
I realized way too late I didn't have anything to clean up with, nor was I in the position to get up and grab something, but I was beyond caring. The only things I could focus on were the thoughts of Alfie's hot, wet mouth and my need to come down his throat.
Not long after I had that thought, I erupted. Thick ropes of white shot from my cock, some hitting my chest but most dribbling down my hand and over my now sensitive dick.
"Hmmm," a sleepy voice murmured. "Can I clean that up for you, Daddy?"
Shit. Fuck.
My body tensed and I moved to get up from the bed when Alfie's arm tightened around my waist. It was then I realized some of my spunk had landed on him and I felt the most absurd sense of pride at marking him.
"No..." he crooned. "Don't run away now. Please," he pleaded. "Let me clean it up for you."
I finally allowed myself to look down at where his voice was coming from, and found myself breathless at the look of hunger on his face.
He'd made no secret of the fact that he wanted me. I'd have been an idiot to miss it. But the look on his face wasn't want.
It was a need that matched my own.
And suddenly I just didn't have it in me to fight it anymore. If this boy wanted me so bad, then he'd fucking have me.
All of me.
And if he regretted it in the morning? Well he wouldn't be the first.
"Go on then," I ordered. "Clean it. And it better be spotless by the time you're done or I won't give you a reward."
He blinked. Then he blinked again.
It was kind of cute. And I made a mental note of what I needed to do to rob this boy of his speech.
My breath caught as he pushed up from the bed, and I held it there as I watched him lean closer and closer to my cock.
At the first touch of his warm tongue to my stomach my cock gave a valiant effort at revitalization, jumping slightly. Archie turned licking up cum into an art form, and by the time he had—first—cleaned my stomach, and then licked and sucked my fingers clean, I was already hard again.
This hadn't happened to me since I was a recruit in the army.
But I wasn't going to question it.
I'd given in to Alfie's temptation, so I might as well go along for the ride and enjoy it all.
"Hmmm," Alfie murmured while eyeing my straining erection.
"I've cleaned you all up, Daddy. Does that mean I get my reward now?
" He licked his lips, making it clear what he wanted that reward to be.
And even though I'd never been anyone's Daddy before I knew I would be an exceptionally bad one if I didn't give my boy exactly what he wanted.
"Yeah, boy. You can have whatever you want," I promised him.
Alfie chuckled before licking up the shaft from the root to the tip. My heart nearly stopped at the look he sent my way. "Be careful what you promise me, Daddy. I might just take something you're not ready to give."
I didn't give that first fuck.
Instead, I reached across, dug my fingers into his hair and encouraged him to move back to my dick.
At the first feel of his wet mouth on my body I bit out a string of curses as I threw back my head against the pillows.
Even though I knew this was a huge mistake, and I'd probably regret it in the morning, in that moment all I cared about was him and his mouth.