Page 13 of Finding Alfred
“I get it. Feels secluded.”’
“Yeah.” He sounded so vulnerable, and I suspected it took a lot for him to even show me this spot he’d already carved out. Hell, he hadn’t even opened the kitchen boxes. It said a lot about who he was and what was important to him.
“Thanks for sharing this with me.”
He leaned over, half on top of me, and pulled me into another kiss. It didn’t take long before we were writhing against each other, and I felt his hard cock pressed against my leg. “Jackie…”
“What do you want?”
“Fuck. Friction. Something. Clothes off.”
“I can help with that.” Then we were tugging at clothes, denim shimmying down thighs. “Another nice thing about living out in the country. No one can see us. There’s no one for miles.” His nearest neighbors were probably a quarter of a mile away, but out here among the trees, it felt like they didn’t exist at all.
“Shh…” He grabbed my cock, giving it a couple of good tugs, then he moved closer, pulling us together so our dicks touched.
Frotting against him felt like heaven. I ran my palm over both our heads, collecting the pre-come to slick up our slide. Alfred humped against me, rolling his hips and moaning softly.
I licked and sucked along his neck, but not enough to leave marks, only enough to get him to lose control. He shivered and made more sexy noises. “Fuck, Al…you feel so good.” I had one hand on our cocks and the other skimming up his back beneath his shirt.
“You…ugh…” He humped harder against me. “Faster…” I squeezed and he exploded as he moaned my name. “Jackie…”
Pushing him on his back, I used his come to jack off and come, squirting all over him. It felt like marking him and did strange things to my brain. “You look so fucking sexy like that.”
“Like what? Covered in your spunk?”
“Yeah…” I tried to stay serious, but we both cracked up laughing. “Something like that.”
“Smooth, Jackie.” He looked more relaxed than I’d seen him, and I wanted to give that to him often. “We should go clean up.”
I lay down beside him again. “In a minute…”
After some back and forth, Alfred agreed to go out to dinner with me. I was picking him up at his place and then driving to Miller’s Point. They had a fancy restaurant there, and I wanted to show off a bit. I wore my best slacks and dress shirt and shined up my shoes. I thought I looked pretty damn good as I drove over to his place.
But when I got out of my car and walked up to his porch and he stepped outside…“Hi.”
“Alfred…” He left me speechless.
He wore a black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, and beneath that, a strand of pearls. The contrast of the black and white made them stand out. I scanned down his body, tight-fitting slacks that ended on high-heeled boots. And I mean high heels. Not chunky, low man’s heels, these were thin. Not stiletto but sexy as all get the fuck out!
“Is this okay?”
“Y-Yes…” I suddenly felt like Danny at the end ofGreasewhen Sandy walks out in her skintight pants and his mouth hits the ground. “I mean, you look fantastic.” His hair was fixed in a wavy style that framed his face and glided over his shoulders. I liked it down as much as when he wore it in a bun, and even better, his smile was sweet. He did notevenknow what he did to me.
“Good. I’m hungry. Are we going?”
“Yes. Of course.” I took his arm and escorted him to the car, helping him into the passenger’s side and shutting the door. Hell, he deserved the gentleman’s treatment, and I was more than eager to give it to him.
On the way there, I asked him how work was going.
He made a disparaging noise deep in his throat. “It’s fine. I mean. Normal stuff, but that would bore you to death.”
“What would you like to talk about?”
“Well…what about you? How’s your blog going?”
“Oh, it’s going better actually. I’m working on one about my trip to Seattle and the differences between there and Foggy Basin.”
“That sounds…I don’t know. I know something about that.” He chuckled. “I’m learning all about it. Guess it’s fitting. I’ll be sure to read it.”
