Page 28 of Finding Alfred
“Me too. I’m sorry.” He flipped me to my back and we maneuvered a little straighter on the couch into a diagonal position. He kissed my chest and my stomach. “I mean it. I was an ass.” He undid my pants, shoving them down enough to let my dick pop out, and he had it in his mouth before it even hit the air.
He slobbered and bobbed up and down my cock. Hot and wet, like fire and water. “Al…” I moaned as I dug my fingers into his wild mop of hair.
When he pulled off of me, I was desperate for more and chased after his mouth, shifting my hips upward. “Al.”
“No. I need you in me. We need lube.”
“I don’t have any…” My brain was only half online.
“It’s in the house. Come on.” He grabbed our shirts in one hand and the cupcake box in the other. “Leave the book.” He brushed me off when I went to pick it up, so I put it on the lounger and grabbed the flowers before following him up to the house.
He pushed open the sliders and went in, not bothering to look back. Hell, he had to know I would follow him anywhere. And I did exactly that. I only stopped to shut the back door and put the flowers on the table, then went down the small hallway, all the while holding up my pants. I hadn’t done them up again, which was good, because I wasn’t in his room more than a second before Alfred was yanking them back down.
Laughing, I sat on the bed and bent to get my boots off, then he tugged the denim off my feet and started working on his. “Damn, I need you naked. Grab the lube out of that drawer.” He nodded to the side table tucked between the bed and the wall, I turned over on my stomach, squashing my needy dick on the mattress to get the bottle, and I was rewarded by Alfred biting my ass.
“Damn. You have the best ass. I want to fuck you for sure, but later. I need you…”
I liked this desperate version of Alfred, practically begging for me. “Condom?”
“Same drawer.”
After fishing out two, I dropped them on the bed with the bottle of lube and put my now empty hands on a very naked Alfred. I wanted to touch every bit of him. His long, lanky legs, slim torso, all of him. I kissed his stomach, sticking my tongue in his belly button to make him squirm. And of course, ending up on that beautiful, long cock, perfectly proportioned for his body. Creamy white with a soft pink undertone, and a slightly darker head, begged me to lick and suck and stroke, and thatwas exactly what I did, until Alfred was nearly coming undone beneath me.
“Stop. Stop. Need you in me. Now…”
“You got it.” I pushed his legs back and examined the goods. He was the best thing I had ever seen. Why the hell had I ever pushed him away? We could have been doing this all along. So he got pushy and demanding with me. It meant he cared. “I never, ever meant to hurt you, Al. I—” Nearly used the L-word. But we were not in a solid enough place in our relationship for that. Even a slow, country boy like me knew it.
“Shh…we’ll talk later. Right now, fuck me. I need you, Jackie, don’t make me wait.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” I grabbed the lube and went to work, because not hurting him extended to the physical. I worked his hole open until he was fucking himself on my fingers as he writhed around, moaning. That was my cue. “Come here, you sexy, sexy thing.”
Rolling down the condom only took a second, then my head was tapping at his hole. I slathered more lube on before pushing in. Alfred grunted and bore down on me, and together, we worked my cock inside of him as far as humanly possible.
“Jackie…” His body tensed up.
“You okay?”
He nodded. “Move.”
“I’ve got you.” I pulled his legs over my elbows and pulled my hips back slowly, before thrusting forward again. As I moved, he slowly relaxed until the pace became brutal and his noises of pleasure filled the room along with our bodies slapping against each other. I had never realized how wonderful the sounds of sex were until him. Until Alfred.
We had barely even started. With sex. With our relationship. With our lives. But I was never ever going to let him get away again. I gripped his legs tighter, wanting to be as close aspossible, pounding into him. We were sweating, breathing hard, panting, and moaning. This was simply the best; exactly how I wanted to be with him.
And Alfred.
His face scrunched up, and he was about to come. I wanted to see that release. Grabbing his cock, I stroked him. “Come for me, Alfred. Come, baby.”
He grunted and thrust into my hand, giving me a better angle as I fucked him. He shifted and yelled. I must have hit his spot. A second later, his body stiffened, and he came hard, all over his stomach. Then his demeanor changed, and he relaxed, looking completely blissed out.
But I wasn’t finished. Chasing my orgasm, I drove my hips faster. The tingle had already been building, but as I watched him, looking back at me with hooded eyes, it barreled over me, and I came with a grunt.
Afterward, all I wanted was to melt into him. I didn’t. I stretched as I headed to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and wet a cloth to clean us up.
“Jackie?”
“Yeah?” I asked as I wiped.
“I, uh, I said shit I didn’t mean. Before. You know?”
