I should have insisted we keep driving until we found another motel.
I should have just driven past the damned boy when we came upon him on the road.
But I didn't do any of those things, which meant now, I had an erection that wouldn't go down, a boy who deserved so much better than me curled against me, and a head so filled with useless fantasies, that I had no hope of sleeping.
And fucking hell, Ireallyneeded some damn sleep.
Maybe... maybe I could just—
No.
Surely that was a bad idea.
But now that the idea was in my head I couldn't get it out.
Alfie was pressed against me, sure, but he was letting out the most adorable snores so I was pretty sure he was out for the count. If I was careful and quiet enough I could just help myself out, get some much needed relief and then I could rest.
Sleep.
Escape from Alfie and his tantalising torture.
My free hand moved down to my sweat pants, almost of its own accord, and I had to work hard at suppressing the moan that wanted to escape when I wrapped my fingers around my aching cock.
I was so pent up, so fucking horny, I knew it wouldn't take much. Especially not with the star of my fantasies plastered to my side.
Was it completely fucking messed up, that I was planning on jerking off while what essentially amounted to a stranger was cuddled up to me?
Yeah.
But I waswaybeyond caring.
A few drops of precum had already accumulated at the tip of my cock, so I quickly made use of it, helping ease the way for my hand as it jerked up and down.
Alfie let out a soft moan, and I froze, worried that he'd woken up, but he nuzzled into my neck, as he cuddled in even closer. I waited a few seconds to see if he would move again, or react in any way to the cock and hand that was no longer inside my sweat pants. When nothing happened I resumed my careful stroking. I imagined it was Alfie's softer hands wrapped around me. Or better yet, those beautiful pink lips.
I could almost see it. Those cheeks hollowed out as he took me in as deep as he could. I justknewhe would suck the soul from my body if I just gave him the chance to.
With thoughts of Alfie on his knees for me, it was harder than I'd thought it would be to control my breathing, but it didn't take long for my balls to draw up against my body, and for me to to feel the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine.
I realized way too late I didn't have anything to clean up with, nor was I in the position to get up and grab something, but I was beyond caring. The only things I could focus on were the thoughts of Alfie's hot, wet mouth and my need to come down his throat.
Not long after I had that thought, I erupted. Thick ropes of white shot from my cock, some hitting my chest but most dribbling down my hand and over my now sensitive dick.
"Hmmm," a sleepy voice murmured. "Can I clean that up for you, Daddy?"
Shit. Fuck.
My body tensed and I moved to get up from the bed when Alfie's arm tightened around my waist. It was then I realizedsome of my spunk had landed on him and I felt the most absurd sense of pride at marking him.
"No..." he crooned. "Don't run away now. Please," he pleaded. "Let me clean it up for you."
I finally allowed myself to look down at where his voice was coming from, and found myself breathless at the look of hunger on his face.
He'd made no secret of the fact that he wanted me. I'd have been an idiot to miss it. But the look on his face wasn't want.
It was a need that matched my own.
And suddenly I just didn't have it in me to fight it anymore. If this boy wanted me so bad, then he'd fucking have me.
