He kicked away his pants and boxers before kneeling in front of me proudly with his erection brushing against the inside of my thigh. I clutched at the blankets to keep control of reality when Alfie’s fingers brushed up against my pussy. Pleasure quickly built in me under the steady rhythm of his fingers before he pulled away right as I reached the teetering brink of an orgasm.
“You’re more than ready for me,” he said, and I could hear a pleased smirk in his voice.
I slipped a hand between us to wrap my fingers around his cock. I heard Alfie’s sharp intake of breath. “You’re ready too.”
“Of course I am. I’ve been only dreaming about this moment for a while now. Don’t hate me because of it.” He reached out and touched the side of my face. “You have to be the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in the likes of forever, Molly. I’m just a man.”
“Stop talking.” I smiled and cupped my hand over his and offered him a naughty smirk.
I swallowed thickly at the confession. The last bit of fabric between us came sliding down my thighs as he tore my panties from me and got up.
“I need a condom. I’m not going to be able to control myself with you.”
I watched as he turned and walked to the bathroom, his ass so fucking perfect. I wanted to grip it and squeeze while he lost himself inside of me.
He returned a few seconds later, his shaft blue from the rubber. He smiled and moved back on top of me. “Now, where were we?”
We both let out a satisf
ied moan as he nestled against me intimately. The feel of his body pressed against mine was almost too much, but nothing could prepare either of us as he pressed his thick shaft inside of me.
The collective groan filled the air, and I whimpered with need. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growled and kissed me a few times before letting loose. I dug my fingernails into the skin of Alfie’s arms as he moved against me in a deep and hard pace that I met eagerly by arching my hips. I needed to be fucked, and he was going to give me exactly what I was after.
Our bodies strained against one another for fulfillment. Alfie’s pace continued to quicken as he buried his face against my neck to press soft kisses there between groans of pleasure. I was trapped beneath his strong body that strained against mine for pleasure, but I never felt safer and devoured in my life.
The sensation grew between us. I bit down on Alfie’s shoulder to stifle my scream that I’m sure the neighbors a hundred acres away could hear. A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over us both. Alfie didn’t stifle his reaction to his release. He let out a long groan before his body collapsed against mine in a rather violent shudder.
We stayed that way for a long time while the surreal and pleasurable haze lifted away to a warm glow from the drinks. I stared up at the ceiling of Alfie’s bedroom when the cold reality crashed down on me.
We had sex. We had fucking amazing sex. I slept with my ex-fiancé’s friend.
My eyes slipped closed as shame shot through me. I had always prided myself on being so in control of my desires over the years. Yet, with Alfie, it had happened so quickly. He had come barreling through my defenses like they were made of nothing.
“Alfie—” I started.
“Don’t do it,” he said and lifted his head from where it rested against my neck. “Don’t do it, Molly. Don’t start doubting things.”
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I said, quietly. Tears prickled my eyes. I needed to get out before anything else happened. “Please, let me get up. I need to go.”
“Molly—”
I closed my eyes at the way he uttered my name pleadingly. This was the exact reason why I needed to get away. He could get me to stay without saying more than a few words, namely because the desire to be with him was a little overwhelming.
“Please, Alfie. Just let me get up.”
He respected my wishes by slipping out of me. I ignored the pang of loss and coldness that I felt as I scrambled off the bed while batting Alfie’s outstretched hands.
“Stay in here with me,” Alfie said. “We didn’t do anything wrong, Molly. Why are you pulling away now?”
I managed to find my clothes on the floor by blindly reaching around for them. Holding them to my chest, I turned to look at Alfie still sitting on the bed with a baffled expression. Hurt flickered in his eyes as I took a step back from him.
“We just shouldn’t have crossed that line is all,” I said, thickly. “We’ve had too much to drink. Everything is just so fucked up in my life right now.”
He didn’t accept that answer from the piercing look he gave me. “I don’t think so. There is something else. What is it?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing. I just—” I started in the direction of the door as he got off the bed. “I just need some time to think about a few things is all. I’ll see you in the morning.”