Chapter 25 #2
My skin sang as he pressed the bow to the strings and the first notes rang out. Somehow he looked powerful, in control. I watched his hands manipulate that instrument the way he manipulated my body, making me cry out notes for him I didn’t know I could reach.
I don’t know how long I sat there, one song fell into another as he seemed to play a lifetime of music all at once.
He’d held back this love of his for a long time.
Denying himself any joy as penance for the role he’d played in the deaths of his father and brother.
Now he was letting that go and joining me in the light, in the colour, leaving the grey behind.
When it was done, the sun had almost set, the church had grown darker, an orange hue cast over the wood and stone.
“You’re a wonder, Alfie Tell,” I breathed, gazing up at him as if he was the deity I worshipped. In a way, he was. “Will you write something for us? I want you to play it for me on our wedding night, just for us.”
“That was for us. Well, for you, anyway. I’ve had it in my head for a long time.”
I felt tears well in my eyes. “It was beautiful. Thank you for doing that for me.”
He looked down at the violin in his hands.
“I still enjoy it, more than I used to somehow. It feels like Harrington.” I frowned, not understanding.
“The other hotels I’ve developed were all done with my fathers vision in mind.
Harrington is the first property I’ve developed with my own vision.
My own creativity. I used to always play the violin for someone else, to make someone else happy.
I want to make you happy, but this is for me. ”
I went to him, climbing the stone steps. “I’m proud of you.”
We kissed and as the kiss deepened, he put the violin down. His hand slipped under my dress. I pulled away, breathless.
“I’m not religious but I think it’s frowned upon to fuck in a church.”
He didn’t answer, only pulled me back to his mouth. I gasped as he lifted me. He carried me back down the steps and turned, sitting on a pew so I could straddle him.
“Alfie…here? Really?” I looked around as if a nun was going to suddenly jump out and tell me to repent.
“Yeah. Sin with me.”
I bit my lip. “You’re a bad influence, Alfie Tell.”
“You’re a temptress, Lola O’Connell. How is a man supposed to resist?” He reached under me, unfastening himself. “Ride me. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
His words made me shiver, the harsh language in his posh-boy accent. I moved, letting his hands guide himself inside me.
Our cries echoed up to the steepled roof. Suddenly, I didn’t care where we were. All I cared about was his taste in my mouth, the feel of him moving inside me.
It didn’t take long for him to go over the edge. I clung onto him, relishing the sensation. I kissed him gently, as he came down from his high.
“Put your feet up here.” He moved me until my feet were either side of him, I hovered over him. He reached between us, touching my most sensitive place. He began those torturous circles.
I groaned. “I need to move.” The position forced me to stay still when all I wanted to do was moan and writhe.
“No, stay like that. Feel all of it. When I have you like this your clit is right there for me.” He kissed me, dragging his teeth over my lip as I dug my nails into his shoulders. His seed spilled out and he used it for extra lubrication, making me slick.
“I’m close…” I felt my core tighten, my thighs were cramping but I couldn’t move. Suddenly, his touch was gone. My bundle of nerves throbbed for release.
“I want you squirming the whole ride home.” With that, he grabbed my hips and lifted me off him.
“Are you serious?”
“As the devil.” He cleaned his fingers off with his pocket square, smirking his refusal when I asked for it so I could clean myself up.
He wanted to play games, I could go along with it too.
I did my best to straighten my clothes as he collected his violin.
I was soaked, my underwear a sticky mess.
This wasn’t going to be a comfortable car ride.
“I think we’re going to hell for that.”
Alfie laughed as he took my hand. “As long as we go together.”
My cheeks were thoroughly flushed as we stepped outside. I lifted my skirt when we got into the car so I didn’t leave a wet patch and sat sideways so I wouldn’t mess the seat.
Alfie arched his scarred brow at me. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want to leave a mark on the leather. It’s embarrassing.”
Alfie rolled his eyes and tugged me into a proper sitting position. I felt like I was sitting in a puddle. “Open your legs.”
I stared at him. “Alfie, we’re in London, there are cameras everywhere.”
“The car has tinted windows.” He watched me, waiting, wearing that expression that said ‘Do you trust me?’ That’s what all of this was. Another exercise. I parted my thighs like he asked.
“Good. Put your hands between your legs. Don't touch it, just frame it for me.”
He adjusted my hands a little until they were arranged just so, not touching but perfectly framing my most private place. He gave a little nod of satisfaction, then started the car.
“Are you just going to leave me like this?”
“Of course not. Do you really think I wouldn’t pay attention to you the whole ride home?
” His free hand drifted between my legs.
I settled back into the pleasure but it only lasted for a minute before I realised he had no intention of getting me off.
He was just playing. Teasing me. A lazy stroke of my clitoris, his fingers dipping inside to work that spot that would release the tension I was holding.
I bit my lip, feeling that pressure build, then his hand disappeared so he could change gear.
“You need a fucking automatic.”
“No, I don’t.” He grinned, he was enjoying this way too much.
His hand dipped back between my legs. “One day, I’m going to learn to tease you like this…fuck,” I hissed as he tapped my clitoris.
“You don’t have to touch me to tease me like this.”
It took us way too long to get home. He switched between driving and casually playing with my body, admonishing me every time I moved.
By the time we got back I was cursing his name. In seconds, he had me over the hood of his car, plunging inside me, ready for round two. He didn’t make me wait and had me crying my release in a moment.
I revelled in how dirty it made me feel. Should I feel like a whore having sex like this? I didn’t. I felt dirty but I felt loved. We were going to a deeper place together where he could push my limits and I felt safe every single second.
I was shocked to realise that I wanted more. More than just him in that place. I wanted him back there again.
“Wait…”
He stilled instantly. “What is it?”
I raised up, turning my face up to him as he stayed, rooted deep inside me. “I want…” I trailed off, embarrassed.
“What, baby? Tell me what you want."
“I want you to fuck me like you did the other night.”
Carefully, I slid him out of me and guided him to my other opening. “Are you sure? I haven’t plugged you. It’ll hurt.”
“You’ll make it feel good. Please?”
He frowned. “Safeword?”
“Harrington.”
He pushed me back down, laying me so my cheek rested on the cool metal.
“Stay like that, I need to see your face.” He opened me with his fingers first. I tried to stay still, to stay brave.
It was so vulnerable like this, so new, but I trusted him.
I trusted him with my body now. Utterly and completely.
When he decided I was ready, I cried out as he pressed himself inside.
Just like before, he took his time, easing his way in until I could take him all the way.
It hurt but felt good and the way he groaned I knew he was enjoying himself.
My nails scratched the paintwork. I reached between my legs, touching myself, participating in my own pleasure until I finally gushed all over the hood of his car, droplets splattered on the ground and ran down my legs.
For the second time, I felt my man fill me up, claiming me as his in a way that made me feel so perfectly wanted, so perfectly owned.
“How do you feel?”
“Dirty. Good.” I mumbled. “Can we do that again?”
He laughed. “Later.” He fastened his trousers and I gasped as he scooped me up. “Come on. After care time.”