by Roxy Wynn
I pointed to the end of the alley that opened to the Main Street. “Out that way.”
Looking around and noticing how alone we were, she tugged on the front of my shirt, drawing my face down to hers. Next thing I knew, she was in my arms again, kissing me hungrily.
“We should really go and find that limo,” she said, melting into me. I decided right then and there, I would write a wonderful letter to the proprietor of this establishment, thanking him or her for the creation of the coco-plosion. Each time her mouth crashed against mine, I was left with the lingering taste of sweet coconut and rum.
Her hands explored my back, clawing at me, pulling me toward her. Each time her fingers brushed against my bare skin, I moaned. The fact that she was squeezing my cock through my jeans wasn’t a bad perk either.
I picked her up again, pressing her back into the wall and kissing her deeply. Sarah was used to being in control. From work, to her home life, she was always the one in charge, making decisions. I wanted her to feel safe enough to let go with me. I wanted her to trust me.
“Right, we’ll find that limo, but first there’s something I need to take care of.”
She pulled back, her lips moist and plump from our kisses. “What could you possibly need to do?” She asked in a husky voice. “We already ditched our party. Take me home and fuck me.”
“I plan on it, but for right now,” I said, turning her around. “I want to taste you.”
Through the open back of her dress, I slipped my hands in and caressed her breasts while kissing her neck. Her perfect nipples stiffened instantly in my fingers, and she pressed back against me again, grinding against my cock. Groaning, I nipped at the soft flesh just below her ear.
I didn’t actually want our first time to be in an alley, but if she kept grinding herself against me like that, neither one of us was going to have a choice in the matter.
“You know how quickly I could be inside of you?” I asked, letting her feel how hard I was.
“Mhmm…”
“Spread your legs.”
A primal groan spilled from her mouth when I kicked her feet apart and knelt behind her. She had a perfect, round ass, just begging to be touched under that dress. When I tore the thong down her thighs, she nearly screamed.
“What are you doing?” She whispered. “Someone might see us.”
Her head was focused on the end of the alley where the cars raced back and forth down Mississippi St. while her thighs trembled in my hands.
“It’s okay, Love,” I whispered. “No one is paying any attention to us.” To drive my point home, I thrust a finger into her warm, wet slit causing her to intake her breath sharply.
“Is that alright?” I whispered.
“Oh god…”
“Do you want me?”
“I want you so bad… please…”
Her words came out in soft pants. I pulled her ass tantalizingly close to my face and ran my hands up her smooth legs, gently parting her cheeks, so I could taste the delicate skin between her thighs.
As soon as my tongue made contact with her slit, she cried out in pleasure again, thrusting back against my mouth. Her juices were divine, like a sweet nectar.
I licked softly for a moment, taking my time, and enjoying her taste as it ran down her thighs. She wanted this, I could see how wild and frantic she was.
“Do you like that, Love?” I asked, teasing her clit with my finger. Instead of answering, she thrust her hips out further to give me better access. Feeling so vulnerable must have been a real turn on.
Thinking of the woman who had made me a stack of chocolate chip pancakes this morning, spread eagle against a brick wall in the middle of an alley was enough to make me lose my load right there. She didn’t want me because I was Alfie Lane, rockstar, she wanted me for the man I was on the inside. The one who got a helmet stuck on his head babysitting.
While I penetrated her silky opening with my tongue, I let the rhythm of her hips dictate how fast I rubbed her clit. I could feel her body trembling with need for a release.
“Let go, Love.”
“Alfie…”
Ignoring her pleas, I continued thrusting, and rubbing while her hips bucked against me, until finally she cried out in pleasure. Had there been anyone at the end of the alley, they surely would have heard it, but we were alone.
As the pulsing of her muscles began to slow, I pulled my mouth away and stood up, pressing my cock against her again, reminding her just how much I wanted her. I ran my hands down the length of her arms, and kissed her neck.
“Alfie, that was…”
“Amazing? Brilliant? Incredible?”
She turned around in my arms and kissed me. “Not enough. I want you to fuck me.” She reached her hand down to my cock again and squeezed.
In the distance, we could hear Terry outside having a smoke, discussing the logistics of a drummer with one arm.
“All right, Love, if you insist. Let’s go find that limo.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sarah
The limo ride back to our house was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The moment the driver shut the door and Alfie closed the privacy window, I climbed into his lap, straddling him. The party, the limo, and everything else fell away. The only thing that mattered at that moment were the two of us.
“You are insatiable,” he said, leaning back to enjoy my body.
He ran his hands up and down my dress while I reached back and slipped the loop of the halter over my head. His hands pulled the fabric away, exposing my breasts. I felt sexy and powerful for the first time in a long time.
“My god, you’re perfect.”
I leaned down and kissed him again, tasting myself on his lips. A man who makes a woman come first during sex was a first for me, and I wanted him to know just how much I appreciated it.
“Do you like that?” I asked, shifting my hips against his hard cock. Instead of answering, he moaned into my hair.
When I tried to unzip his pants, he held my hand, stopping me. “Sarah, if you start that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
I couldn’t think straight. The throbbing between my legs was at a fevered peak again, urging me on. I wanted him inside of me. I couldn’t wait until we got home. When I grabbed for him again, he forcefully pinned my hands behind my back and took my left breast in his mouth, teasing my nipple with his tongue.
“Seriously Alfie,” I panted, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. “I can’t…wait…”
With one hand holding my wrists, his other ran over my exposed body. One nipple was in his mouth while the other was pinched between his thumb and forefinger. The more I struggled, the more he rubbed his cock against my clit, the harder his bites became. I loved it.
I don’t know how long we spent like that, him driving me to the edge of an orgasm before retreating again, but before I knew it, the car had stopped.
Quickly pulling the loop of my dress back over my head, I took the hand the driver offered to help me out, without meeting his eyes.
Oh no, did he see anything?
Alfie handed the driver a tip while I walked shamefully to the door. Realization of how naughty all of it was, finally sinking in. I forgot just how careless lust could make a person.
“Do you think…” I began, but Alfie pressed his finger to my mouth. He turned his head, and watched the driver pull away.
“Don’t worry, drivers are very discreet. Plus I gave him a wad of cash.”
I was mortified. “I can’t believe we did that.” I placed my hand over my eyes willing myself to disappear.
Alfie unlocked the door and ushered me inside the dark house, kissing me again to remind me how much I needed him. His hands worked their way under my dress again, grabbing my ass.
“Stop worrying about everything so much,” he said, kissing my neck again. “No one cares what you’re doing.” He held my face in his hands, studying me intently. “Just let go, Sarah. You stress yourself out too much trying to control things
instead of enjoying life. Let me help you. Let me love you.”
His words caught me off guard. Everything he said was right. I was tired of being the good girl and doing the right thing. Maybe, just this once, I could let go, and be bad. He dragged my hand down to his crotch, what I found there was a solid, throbbing mass.
I bit my lower lip. “Can I have it now?”
He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt, and letting it slide down his toned arms. “Yes, Love. I’m going to devour every inch of your magnificent body.”
Without breaking eye contact, I slipped the collar of the dress over my head again, exposing my breasts. He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down his legs, before grabbing me again, his cock pressing urgently against my stomach while he kissed me.
I was still nervous about the penetration, but much less so after what happened at the club. My pleasure was never Eli’s primary mission, so I assumed I never cared for it. Sure, I wanted it, but I never realized how unbelievable the act could be until someone bent me over in an alley.
Alfie reached out and finished the job, slipping the dress and thong down over my hips, letting the fabric to pool on the ground at my feet. Habit told me to cover myself, but he slapped my hands away.
“No way, Love. No hiding here. Let go.”
He held his hand out to me, and when I took it, he picked me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, as he carried me over to the couch. As if holding something fragile, he laid me down and sucked on my nipple again while I ran my hands through his hair.
“I need you, right now,” I said, arching my back up to him. When he didn’t answer, I rolled his boxer briefs down his legs, finally exposing his cock.
Every movement he made was slow, and deliberate while he put the condom on. I didn’t know if he was teasing me or trying to be gentle, but the build up was brutal. I reached up and guided his hips toward me, running the tip of his cock down my entrance, begging for him.
When he finally began easing himself in, I sucked in my breath, waiting for the pain I knew must be coming. But inch after inch filled me, and nothing but ecstasy came.
“You all right, Love?” He whispered, barely moving.
I nodded. “God yes.”
He was big, but he spent so much time making sure I was ready, that the only sensation I felt was bliss. He began thrusting in and out so deliciously slow. Every ridge in his shaft rubbed against my inner walls causing a friction that had me on edge of another orgasm. I had waited so long for this, and now that we were finally here, it felt so much better than I ever anticipated.
Every heartbeat, every breath, every moan in my ear had me pulling him closer, begging him to fill me. My hips began moving in time with his, building the pressure. I couldn’t help the noises that came out of me. Each time he moved I moaned loudly which only seemed to make him move faster.
“Oh god, Alfie,” I cried out. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Please.”
“Oh you sweet angel. I can’t take it anymore.”
Grunting, he gripped my hips firmly and drove into me hard, filling me completely. I raked my nails down his back, scratching him.
No wonder Chrissy and Jax were constantly going at it. Sex with the right person was absolute, fucking bliss. Each time I felt him trying to hold back and be gentle, I scratched him again, begging for more. His need to protect me was noble, but now wasn’t the time. He had worked me up into a frenzy, and now I needed him to be brutal.
When I felt my pussy begin to throb again, I started bucking faster. The orgasm was so close, I could feel it, building inside of me. By the time his finger brushed my clit again, my back arched and I came hard.
Alfie’s body tensed, holding me tight while the waves of pleasure rolled over us. I held him in my arms, waiting until the last of his orgasm subsided, before letting him pull out.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted do to that,” he said softly.
“You think you waited a long time? Try waiting five years.”
Sometime later, I woke in the night to Alfie, sucking on my nipple again.
“You have the most perfect nipples I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. “So perky, and stiff. Like gumdrops, really.”
“Gum drops?”
“Yes. Perfect, fleshy little gum drops.” He pulled one into his mouth again, while he caressed the other with the palm of his hand. “I can’t get enough of them.”
I rolled over on top of him, sitting up on his lap.
“Oh I see,” he said, stroking his cock. “I tell you to let go, so all of a sudden you want to show me again how in control you are?”
While I kissed him, I grabbed another condom, tearing the package apart. I wanted to be the one to put it on him, but he brushed my hands away again, taking on the job himself. I hovered, watching him get into the sitting position while biting my lip. When he was done, he gripped my hips firmly, guiding me down on his lap.
“I’m not exactly in control,” I said, gliding up and down the length of his shaft. Each time I tried coming down on him forcefully, he blocked me, allowing only an inch or two of his throbbing, veined cock.
“So you want me in control?” He asked, still setting the pace.
It was too much, all of it. Alfie had awakened something I wasn’t sure I could quiet again after this.
“No,” I breathed. “I don’t need to be in control…. I just…”
“You just what, Love?” He was teasing me again now, rubbing my clit with his thumb while I tried forcing myself on him. Trying to get every last inch inside of me.
“I just need to be fucked again.”
“Right.” His strong arms tossed me aside, changing positions until I was on all fours with him behind me.
He traced his finger across my opening again, loving how flustered he was making me. When he pulled my hair back and entered me, I bucked in his grasp. He thrust himself into me over and over again, rubbing my clit while he did so.
“So fucking good,” he groaned.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and our shared moans filled the living room. He held onto my hair, tugging it gently each time I tried to reach back and touch him. The overwhelming feeling of ecstasy mingling with sharp pain of the hair pulling had me chasing another orgasm again.
I held onto the couch and braced myself. “I’m coming,” I panted. “Oh god, I’m coming again.”
There was no way I could wait another five years for this to happen again.
The next morning, after fucking on the couch, the kitchen table, the shower, and the recording studio, I felt like a new woman.
Each time we finished, I expected it to be our last. There was no way one man could go so many times and still want more, but Alfie surprised me. Like clock work, fifteen minutes after we finished, he would kiss me, and the whole affair would begin again. Sometimes he pleasured just me, but most of the time, he couldn’t help himself.
I blow-dried my hair after shower number two while Alfie made us tea and peanut butter sandwiches. The man couldn’t cook to save his life, but if he continued fucking my brains out like this, I might find it in my heart to let that one flaw slide.
When I came out of the bathroom, dressed in a new yellow sun dress, Alfie dropped his sandwich and swept me up into his arms. Covering me with kisses, I squealed and tried to wiggle out of his arms.
“We can’t. Tiffany is going to be here with Bailey any second,” I said, pounding against his back.
He walked me over to the counter and set me down, like I weighed nothing.
“How many seconds exactly?” He asked, kissing my neck again.
“I don’t know. Like, three maybe.”
Just as his hand grazed the outside of my panties, the doorbell rang. He pulled his face out of my hair. “Saved by the bell. You planned that didn’t you?”
“I did not. Little Man had to come home sometime.” I pushed myself off the counter, straightened my dress, and answered the door.
“Hey guys.”
“How was the engagement party?” Tiffany asked. “I saw the pictures on Instagram. That dress, though! You looked amazing.”
I blushed. “It was awesome. We had such a good time. Thank you so much for watching him.”
“No problem. We had a blast, didn’t we?”
Bailey nodded. “Yup. We made cookies and Tiffany let me stay up late.”
She shrugged her shoulders and ruffled his hair.
I smiled at him. “She did? Aw man, you made a friend for life didn’t you?”
Bailey nodded again, but when he looked past me, his face lit up. “Alfie!” He said, breaking into a run. Without hesitation, Alfie scooped him up into a hug, and the two made loud dinosaur noises.
I turned back to Tiffany. “Looks like I’ve been replaced.”
“No shit,” she said, her voice low. “He literally talked about Alfie all night long. He’s like an adorable little fan boy. You picked the right guy to marry, your kid loves him.”
I turned back to the two of them to see Alfie carrying Bailey into the kitchen on his shoulders.
“I sure did, didn’t I?”
I wasn’t sure if I was over the moon and in love, or if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
Chapter Nineteen
Sarah
“Kenneth, you didn’t spell happy birthday right,” Chrissy said, looking down at the gorgeous cake that had one giant flaw. “It’s birTHday. Not birHday.”
“I’m sorry ma’am,” he said, trying not to look crushed. “It’s easy to forget letters when writing in chocolate.”
Chrissy looked at me from her stool confused. “Then pretend you’re writing with a pen.”
Kenneth hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll fix it right away.” He picked the elaborate pink cake up and headed to the walk in. Luckily writing with chocolate was an easy fix. If you spelled something wrong, a few minutes in the fridge would firm the chocolate up enough to peel off.