Page 27 of Alfie: Part Two

I scrambled onto all fours, and it was my turn to grab on to the headboard. And then he was taking me hard from behind, causing me to cry out and curse.

“There we go,” he breathed. He smacked my ass and punched his cock in and out of me, and fuck me sideways, that was the angle. I moaned uncontrollably and stroked myself, the pleasure spreading through me like wildfire.

It heated me up and made me flush.

“Just like that,” I moaned. “Fuck me, papi. Right there.”

He let out a rumbling sound of approval, and one of his hands roamed up and down my back, tracing my ink. Then down to my ass, where his fingers circled the sensitive edges of my opening.

I clenched down around him, and he cursed under his breath.

As the minutes ticked by, I felt my senses both heighten and shut down. One second, I felt everything, heard everything—every little sound—smelled the sex, tasted our urgency, andthen…then it was all gone, and it was like being fucked unconscious underwater. The sounds were just a rush in my ears, and I barely registered our movements. I lost myself in the moment. I didn’t know where he ended and I began. I met every thrust, our groans mingled in the air, and our chase was on.

I didn’t know I was close until I was right there, about to be pushed off the cliff by his forceful thrusts. I whimpered and tensed up, and I stroked myself faster, spurred on by his filth.

“It’s time, baby boy. Make a mess all over the sheets. Papi’s gonna fill you up.”

“Fuck,” I gritted out. “I’m so close.”

He let out a labored breath and gripped my hips tighter.

A beat later, his fight was over, and he surrendered to his orgasm. That very first sound, when he sucked in a breath and cursed, and he buried himself all the way in—it pushed me over too. Euphoria washed over me, and come spurted from my cock.

His cock throbbed inside me, and I pushed back as hard as I could. My back arched, I cried out, and he bent over me until his forehead hit the dip between my shoulder blades. Lastly, he slipped a hand up my cock and rubbed in the come. His firm grip and the slickness triggered a violent shiver and one last burst of come.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

All of a sudden, I was panting and seeing black spots, and I realized I’d held my breath for too long.

“Wait here,” he said, out of breath. “Christ.”

He withdrew from me, and I winced as the soreness set in.

“Fuck,” I exhaled, burying my face in the pillow.

I swallowed dryly.

I wasn’t ready to return to the rest of the world. “Actual nap now?”

He chuckled breathlessly, and I heard him disappear into the bathroom. “Absolutely.”

He returned with a towel he’d soaked in warm water, and I shuddered as he cleaned me up.

I made a mental note to leave a stack of towels under the bed. It was our old routine, and it deserved a comeback. I preferred to get off when he was inside me, and he always made me lose my composure so I couldn’t remember to just come in my hand. It was his fault, really.

Plus, he loved it when I made a mess.

“Can I help?”

He smirked to himself as he sliced the eggplant. “Old rules apply, my dear. You’re only allowed to cook when we’re ordering in.”

I laughed and rose from my chair. I couldn’t sit at the kitchen table for two reasons. It was too far away from West, and it was a little too close to the castle Trip was building. If he came back from his movie marathon and found his match creation in shambles, I might as well pack my bags and move out of state.

“I’ll have you know I’ve learned to make some dishes,” I said.

West side-eyed me as I approached. “Is baked ziti with eggplant one of them?”

I felt my forehead wrinkle, and I shook my head.

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