Page 8 of Dog Days

EIGHT

Gideon

Alfie didn't live far from the park, so we agreed to walk to his place. I was shocked when Dame Judi wanted to stay in my arms and even more shocked when she climbed onto my shoulder.

"She likes the view from up there," Alfie said, scratching her ear.

She licked the side of my face, which I didn't hate. Sure, there were lingering nerves, and I was a tiny bit worried that she was going to rip off my ear from her perch on my shoulder, but I was proud of myself for keeping my cool.

Thankfully, it was a quick walk up the hill to the pretty apartments that had a great overlook of the park and the city.

"This is nice," I said, looking around when we entered his place.

Alfie reached up for Dame Judi, who went to him begrudgingly. He set out her dinner, then came over and kissed me.

"I'm saving up for a place with a backyard. Something for dogs and kids," he said, widening his eyes at me.

Don't threaten me with a good time, my precious man.

"How many kids do you want?" I asked, pushing his hair off his face.

He seemed a little shy but went ahead with his answer.

"Two would be great."

I nodded. "When I was a teenager, nothing of my authentic self was acceptable, so it didn't even occur to me to dream about a family and kids. But Jackson seems to think I can do and be anything I want."

Grimacing, Alfie rocked back, then forward. "Not to get too serious with my boyfriend, but...how do you feel now? Can you now imagine becoming a father?"

I nodded, and Alfie’s relief was palpable. I continued, "Yes. I want to be in a sweet, stable relationship, and I want children. And I know it's not what people think when they look at me, but it is what I want."

"Then you deserve whatever you want," he said shyly.

Judi, having had a big day, went to her little poof, turned around a couple of times, and flopped down into it, clearly exhausted. A few seconds later, her delicate snores filled the air.

I cracked up. "I can't believe I was so afraid of that dog."

Alfie rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding? She was acting crazy that day, and even without a fear of dogs you would've been hesitant to approach her. Little dogs often have sharp teeth and no fucking chill. It's perfectly reasonable to be afraid of them."

"Why do I feel you're actively undoing all of my therapy?" I asked, eyeballing Judi with suspicion.

"I am not. I'm just saying that it makes sense. And I certainly don't think anything bad about it. Not when it comes to you."

I wrapped him in my arms. "Yeah?"

Alfie nodded, kissing my chest. "Yeah."

"So then, where's your bedroom?"

He cackled and pointed to the door right off the living area before beckoning me with a finger. When I got close enough, he grabbed my shirt and dragged me into his room. We each stripped down to nothing, and as soon as his socks were off, I lifted him, dropping him onto the posh bed.

"How many pillows does one man need?" I asked, crawling over him as he lay back against, I kid you not, a wall of pillows.

"I dunno," he said, breathless as he shimmied beneath me. "I just kept buying pillows till it felt right."

"Ah," I said, laying open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of his throat. "Like the way I cook with garlic. I measure with my heart."

Alfie's smile went soft, shy. "Mm. I hope that's not the only thing you measure with your heart."

I growled, enjoying his silly-serious commentary. "I think you know it's not," I responded, kissing him deeply, letting him feel the weight of me.

We broke from the kissing, and his hands came to my face. "You are the scariest-looking motherfucker I've ever been with. And I have never felt safer and more cared for."

"You're the one who had to meet me at the park to see if Judi and I would get along."

He shook his head. "It's a rare person who will work so hard to overcome such deep fear. I know this is just the beginning, but..." His cheeks went pink. "Sorry, I don't want to get ahead of myself."

I kissed him again, grinding us together. "You're not ahead of anything. I'm right there with you."

With that, we melted into one another. His responsive body under mine felt like a goddamn miracle. He aligned our cocks, and I grunted into his mouth as he thrusted his hips.

Yanking his arm above his head, I shoved my nose into his armpit, enjoying the smell of the outdoors on him. I then shuffled down his body to do the same against his balls, inhaling deeply as I glided my hands up and down his body.

Nudging his cock with my nose, I swallowed him down, enjoying the arch and sway of his body under mine.

When he tightened up, I released him and attacked his balls.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said as I shoved my nose against his taint and inhaled.

“I fucking love the way you smell everywhere.”

“I need a shower,” he said, a little uncertain.

I reached up and flicked a nipple. His sharp, breathy inhale spurred me on, and I flicked the other.

“You smell like sex and sweetness,” I said, mouthing his pretty cock.

“Ugh, what you do to me.”

Alfie pushed on my shoulders, straddling me as I landed on my back. His hands immediately went to my belly and chest, then out over my arms, gripping my muscles. I loved every second of it.

“Need you inside me,” he panted, grinding against my cock.

Reaching blindly into his nightstand, Alfie came up with a comically massive bottle of lube.

“It was on sale,” he said, his cheeks going pink.

“It’s good to be frugal,” I said, a smile creeping up on my lips. “And you’re still good to go without condoms?”

“Fuck yes.”

I slicked myself, and before I could even do anything to prepare him, he hovered over me, slowly but surely sinking down on my cock. My eyes rolled back at the heat and vice-like grip of his body.

“Fuck,” he spit out. “I should have prepped myself a little.”

“ Alfie. Don’t hurt yourself!”

“Sorry, I just got really, really greedy.”

Alfie looked unrepentant, even as discomfort stitched his brows together and fed the grimace on his face.

He stilled himself for a moment, a slow sort of delicious torture as he relaxed around me, millimeter by millimeter. Finally, a slow grin stretched across his face as he raised himself, then lowered back down.

I choked out a cough. “Fuck, I am not gonna last long with you.”

Alfie’s self-satisfied smile was everything. He lifted again, just a bit, before dropping onto my cock. Rolling his hips, he got into a rhythm that was driving me out of my mind. Between watching him ride me and his hole devouring me, I was close. So close.

Alfie brought his fingers to his nipples, tweaking and plucking them as he continued to roll his hips, almost serpentine, front to back, side to side.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, lifting my hips to meet his motion, burying myself deeper inside him, loving the heightened sensation of my bare cock. He moaned after an especially deep thrust, his hands on his skin. Meanwhile, the only thing I could do is grip the sheets and hold on for dear life.

It was too early and too much in the middle of sex to say that I loved him. But as my body gave in to the sensations, I had a vision of our future and knew that I was falling harder and faster for him than I had for anyone. Love was like a train on a one-way track bearing down on me—it was gonna hit me sooner rather than later. I couldn’t control any of it, and I didn’t want to.

As the sensation built toward an explosion, I gripped his hips and hammered up into him, living for his pleasured cries.

“Fuck me so good,” Alfie panted. “I love your fucking cock. It’s the best cock I’ve ever had. Fuck me with your monster cock.”

I snorted, and his eyes flew open. Raising a brow, he asked, “You making fun of me?”

I shook my head, thrusting harder. “I love that you’ve got a dirty mouth. And your hips are gonna be the death of me.”

He followed that with another roll and squeeze, and that was that. I was done. Something in my chest gave way as my body surrendered to the electric roller coaster, zipping down each nerve-rich pathway, straining each muscle to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from my being. I came hard, immediately impatient to see my cum dripping out of his pale ass.

Alfie’s voice pitched up as he began to stroke himself. A part of me wanted to take that over for him, but damn if I didn’t love the way it looked, watching him pleasure himself while he was impaled on my cock. I gripped his hips harder and thrust through his orgasm, feeling the squeeze as he angled the shot of cum onto my chest. I ran my fingertips through the mess, then brought them to my lips, licking them. Alfie let out a broken moan and another rope of cum striped my belly and chest.

I suddenly felt as though I could take a five-day nap, and I said so.

“Then why don’t we get cleaned up and do exactly that?” he asked.

I chuckled. “Well, maybe just an hour or so.”

We hopped into the shower for a supposedly quick rinse down, but Alfie snuck his arms around my neck as the hot water pounded down on us.

“This is the start of something special, isn’t it?”

I nodded, kissing his neck. “God, I hope so.”