Chapter 30
Thirty
I awoke on the couch, wincing as the blistering sunlight scorched through the balcony doors.
He’d come back.
Alfie was curled around me like a sleeping python, a subconscious effort to stop me going anywhere.
It was working, but it was also boiling me alive.
He’d pulled a cream throw over us at some point in the night which only made me hotter.
We were both still dressed, except for where Alfie had pulled down a corner of my dress to cup my breast, holding it in sleep as if it comforted him.
His morning wood dug into my hip. I slid a hand between us, cupping him.
I felt him grow in my hands, responding to my touch, but he didn’t stir.
A wicked thought crossed my mind, and with a small smile on my lips I wriggled down the couch, letting the throw drop to the floor.
He gave a small sigh of displeasure when I moved my breast, his comfort object, away from him.
“What are you doing?” he murmured as I knelt between his legs.
His trousers were still undone from the night before but his cock had been safely tucked away inside his black Calvin Klein boxers.
“Wait, Lola.” I reached for his waistband when he suddenly snapped awake, gripping my wrist. “I said no!” He squeezed my wrist so hard I thought it might break.
I whimpered and he released me immediately, checking over my wrist to make sure it wouldn’t bruise. I didn’t give a damn about my wrist.
“Why?” Didn’t he want me to pleasure him? Did he think I’d be bad at it? A dark look crossed his face but he didn’t answer me. “One day, you’ll need to start telling me those secrets.”
“But not today.”
I sighed. I guess I was going to have to utilise something I had very little of—patience.
“In that case, can we order breakfast? I’m starving.”
“Sure, baby.” He grabbed my hips and before I knew what hit me, I was on my back and he was towering over me.
“I’m hungry too.” I giggled as he nuzzled my breast, licking and biting the tip before slowly making his way down my body.
He pushed my dress up around my waist, licking a line up my stomach and leaving a trail of kisses back down to my mound.
His deft fingers curled into my underwear and pulled them away from me as he licked first to one hip bone and then to the other.
My stomach chose that moment to rumble so loudly it echoed around the room. He looked up at me from between my thighs and I giggled again.
“I wasn’t kidding about being starving.”
“I guess I’ll just have to gorge on you after breakfast.” He stood, not bothering to pull my dress down, and scooped his phone from the coffee table. “What do you want?”
“Anything that we can eat in bed. You don’t need to work today do you?”
“No, I had Angie clear my schedule.” Angie. Just the sound of her name grated on me. I gritted my teeth and focused instead on his nimble fingers typing a breakfast order, probably to Elliot or the hotel kitchen. I stood and stretched, enjoying the feeling of my muscles waking up.
“Where are you going?”
“I need a shower, I’m all gross.” I headed off to the bathroom and squealed as he grabbed me from behind and tossed me over his shoulder caveman style. He swatted me on the backside and I laughed as he carried me up the stairs.
In the bathroom he deposited me on the counter, amusement shining in his eyes. I stared at him, not sure what to make of this new version of Alfie Tell.
“You seem different.” The Alfie I knew believed that being overly emotional was a bad habit. This Alfie was lighter, somehow.
“I feel different.” He rubbed a hand over his chest. “I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Do you need to do anything about it?”
He shrugged, a move that looked very out of place on him. He leaned in to kiss me but I put a hand over his mouth and picked up a toothbrush instead. The corner of his mouth lifted and my heart did a little jump. I’d missed every small thing about him.
He switched the shower on then joined me at the other sink and attended to his own teeth. I gave him shy, sidelong glances in the mirror, unable to resist the sight. Trousers undone, underwear visible, shirt half open, hair a ruffled mess. He was mine, all mine.
My teeth clean, I grabbed a face wipe, my skin breathing a sigh as I cleansed it of last night’s make up.
I bent to wash my face and as I straightened I found him standing behind me.
He gave me a playful wink and I had just enough time to be suspicious before he grabbed the straps of my dress and yanked the whole thing to the floor, exposing my body in two seconds flat.
My cheeks reddened, my whole body lighting up with embarrassment, but I didn’t try to cover myself. He wouldn’t like that.
“That’s how I like my girl.” He gazed at me appreciatively. “New rule; whenever you’re here, you’re naked. Clothes are now banned from the threshold onwards.”
“Oh really? And what if you have visitors? What if Elliot’s here? Or Riley? Do I just say, ‘Hey boys, want to see what your boss enjoys?’”
Alfie didn’t laugh. “Don’t joke, Lo. This is for my eyes, no one else’s.”
“I know. I was only kidding.” I hoisted myself onto the counter top again and started pulling the grips out of my hair. It had managed to retain some of its shape from last night, but the few dozen grips I’d used to keep it that way were stuck in the knots.
He pressed himself between my legs and kissed my temple as I rescued another grip from my tangled tresses.
I stuck them both in my mouth before he could kiss me.
He arched an eyebrow and I arched one back, then he swooped in, took the grips between his teeth.
He growled and I was so surprised I let go.
He pulled them out of my mouth and spit them into the sink.
With a satisfied grin he kissed me squarely on the mouth, his tongue invading mine.
“Stop,” I squealed, pulling away, “I’m trying to concentrate.
” I tugged another grip free from my hair.
His eyes dropped to my bare breasts and he took the tips between his fingers, tugging them, pulling them away from my body.
He smiled that wicked smile as I gasped.
Ceasing to give a damn about my hair, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me.
I was a breath away from his lips when, to my dismay, he pulled away from me, tutting.
“Miss O’Connell, I thought you were trying to concentrate on your hair.” His voice was seductive and so carnal. He palmed my breasts. I moaned and reached for his mouth again, but he was immovable.
“It’s hard to concentrate on my hair when you’re doing that to me.”
“Well you have made your priorities quite clear. Finish your hair.” He cocked his head slightly, waiting for my reaction.
“I don’t want to finish my stupid hair. I want you inside me.”
“Really? Because I thought you wanted to make jokes about letting other men see you naked.” I stared at him, realising what this was.
“So, we’re back to bullshit punishments now?” I snapped, suddenly wishing more than anything that I wasn’t naked.
“A playful lesson.” The corner of his mouth lifted as he continued his rhythmic tug on my nipples. “I’m using sexual persuasion to mould your behaviour to better suit what I want.” Riley was right, he really does sound like a sociopath sometimes.
“A mind fuck, basically.” I hated this. I hated being manipulated this way. Why did he do it? Why didn’t I stop him?
“Humour me,” he whispered, and my brain turned to jelly.
Sensing my weakness, he tugged my nipples hard, blood rushed to that sensitive place between my legs.
Forgetting all sense of pride, I began to rotate my hips, rubbing the engorged nub against the counter top in an effort to alleviate the pressure.
“Oh no you don’t.” He grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge of the counter. I fell back onto my elbows as he lifted my knees, spread them wide, and placed my feet on the edge, leaving me incapable of rubbing myself on anything. He smiled at me in satisfaction.
“You’re dripping, Lola,” he whispered as he stroked a finger through my wetness, careful to avoid my clitoris, then brought it to his mouth and sucked on my fluids.
“Please, Alfie.”
“Finish.” He nodded at my hair and I groaned in frustration.
Was he really going to hold my orgasm ransom as punishment for a bad joke?
The look on his face told me that was exactly what he was going to do.
I could refuse. I could get up and walk out.
I could put my hand between my legs and get myself off without him.
But each of those roads seemed to somehow lead me back to here, with my legs spread, my core wet and waiting for him to give me what I needed.
I sat up sullenly and began pulling out a hair grip. Why had I used so many of the damned things? My back arched as I searched for more and he pulled on my nipples again.
“Ow! Alfie, you’re not playing fair!”
“When have I ever played fair with you?” He gave my poor nipples a flick and then twisted them hard. I groaned in pleasure. My clitoris was swelling out of its hood, searching for friction but finding none. I pulled out another grip and more hair fell loose. I was almost there in every sense.
“I think your clit is looking for me.”
“Fuck you, Alfie Tell.” He just laughed as his treacherous fingers continued to toy with my nipples.
He leaned in close whilst managing to keep himself at a painful distance. “How long do you think it will take you to come once I’m inside you?” I shuddered at his words. That question had tormented me since the first time he had asked it. I knew now that it wouldn’t take me long.
“I need you.”
“You’d better hurry then.”
I squealed in frustration and tugged at the final grip.
It was stuck in a knot of my stupid, stupid hair.
With a painful yank that took several strands with it, I tore it free.
I didn’t have time to celebrate my victory before I was pulled onto my back, my skin sliding in my own juices along the counter.
His mouth found me immediately and my aching bud cried out in relief as he suckled it into his mouth, giving it everything it needed.
He used one arm to pin my legs back and I helped him, wrapping my arms under my knees, keeping myself open the way he liked.
My eyes were glued to him, entranced with watching him work on me.
He inserted two fingers and immediately found that spot.
He wasn’t teasing me anymore, he was heading straight for the peak and within seconds he had me there.
I came with a scream of victory, riding wave after wave until my body jerked and spasmed.
“Don’t let go of those legs,” he growled as he inserted a third finger, stretching me further. He started that motion, that quick pulsating movement right on my g-spot that had my body trembling.
“Alfie, I can’t?—”
“You will,” he snarled, and I did. At his expert touch it only took seconds for him to force a second orgasm out of me.
Fluid sprayed out of me. It splattered his chest and he groaned his approval.
I was no less shocked than the first time he did this to me and when it was over I slumped, my whole body trembling.
He pulled me against him as I came down.
“You won’t make jokes like that again, will you?
” I couldn’t speak but I managed to shake my head.
“You won’t deny me over something trivial again, will you?
” I couldn’t even think straight. I knew I should be arguing with him but I was so replete, all I could do was shake my head again.
Giving in felt wrong, but it felt so right too.
“Good girl.” He scooped me up and carried me into the shower.
He placed me on the shower bench and I watched as he stripped off. He was mine. It felt surreal but he’d said the words himself. I’m yours. I had a claim on him now.
He pulled me under the waterfall, pressing my back to his front.
I leaned into him as the water cascaded over us.
Unprompted, he began washing my hair, something he’d only done once on my orders.
Occasionally I caught a glimpse of him, his brow screwed in concentration as he learned this new skill as if it was life or death.
Then he washed my body. Starting at my feet, taking time to massage my calves, my sore thigh muscles, my core, over my stomach and finally my back and shoulders until I felt like I was floating.
“Am I doing this right?” he asked and I kissed him in response.
When he was done, I returned the favour.
He sat on the bench so I could reach him better.
I stood between his legs and he nuzzled between my breasts as I massaged shampoo into his hair.
His hands cupped my backside, kneading and squeezing it, a low rumble of appreciation emanating from his throat as he reacquainted himself with my body.
I washed the suds from his hair, brushing it back from his face so I could drink him in.
I traced the contours of his cheek bones, the faint lines around his eyes, committing him to memory.
He pulled me into his lap and I curled into him as water rained down on us.
I pressed my lips to his and he responded with a passion unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Would it always be like this? Would we always have this insatiable need for one another?
Part of me hoped it would never stop. The other part of me was afraid I wouldn’t survive it.
“I need you again,” I murmured against his mouth. Without words he picked me up and pressed me up against the wall. He entered me quickly and it barely hurt at all this time.
I clung onto him, my face buried in his neck, allowing him to enjoy my body. He gripped my backside with one hand, and the other slammed against the tiles and curled into a fist.
“Alfie,” I whined and he plunged into me again, once, twice, panting hard.
“Come with me, Lo.” I orgasmed almost silently, my body racked with pleasure as he spurted inside me, filling me with warmth. “Mine.” I didn’t know whether he was telling me or himself. Maybe we both needed the confirmation.