Forbidden Alliances // Alfie Solomons Peaky Blinders

(56) Nightmares

*edited 03/10/23*

Somehow, the two of them ended up running up the steps of Alfie's home and rapidly ripping each other's clothes off once in private.

Alfie had spun Freya around until her back crashed against his bedroom door. The smell of burned candles, wood, cinnamon, and rum flooded Freya's senses.

Another fire was lit directly across from his bed in his chamber, meaning he must have told Edna to light it before she headed to bed.

A large mattress occupied the center of the room with a red cushioned chair off to the corner, two dark brown bedside tables on either side of the bed, a dresser of matching wood next to the fireplace, and a desk opposite the dresser.

Her dress had been unbuttoned just as quickly as it was buttoned and fell at her feet, leaving her entirely exposed except for her garter. Alfie's tunic was quickly ripped from his torso and Freya wasted no time removing his pants before they fell onto his mattress together.

Alfie was heaving above her, kissing her neck and humming with satisfaction, crawling on top of her and shifting her to the head of the bed. Her hair started to come undone but neither of them cared as the display against the white pillows surrounding her head was a stark contrast, alluringly artful and beautifully messy.

Alfie's hand guided his growing penis to her achingly wet center, grunting as he slid inside her with ease and causing her walls to tighten around him instinctually.

She gasped, curling her fingertips into the patchy skin of his back and immediately shooting her eyes open with realization. She moved her hands higher up his back and felt for the smoothness of his traps and shoulders, not wanting to irritate his psoriasis and cause him to itch in a spot he couldn't reach.

His head was nuzzled between her shoulder and her neck as he thrust into her, feeling as his throbbing was being relieved all too quickly as she whimpered softly into the air above them.

"Fuck..." he hissed, pinching his brows together and pulling out of her entirely. Freya whined, growing frustrated with the lack of penetration, and pulled his head level to hers with knitted brows.

"I-I don't wanna cum before..." he panted before she urgently shook her head and connected the sensitive skin of his lips with hers.

Her dominant hand trailed down his chest and curled around his hardened penis, nearly moaning at the slickness of him after he removed himself from her body.

"Don't stop," she ordered in a hushed tone, gliding the tip of his penis to her needy entrance. His hips bucked inward at the pressure of her walls encasing the sensitive, reddened end of his cock, and resumed rocking the bed against the wall.

"Oh fuck." Alfie protested the loud banging against the wall until Freya steadied his face, forcing him to look down at her glistening with lust and ecstasy.

"Keep going," she insisted, using her hand to pull him down to her mouth, kissing him and gasping as he angled his hips between her legs and moved deeper into her vagina.

"Please..." she quickly begged, abandoning the kiss while Alfie held her bottom lip between his as he focused his attention on the rhythm of his thrusts. "Don't stop..." she moaned, wrapping her legs around his body as he quickened his pace, causing her toes to curl inward at the intense, passionate relief he provided with each pounding nudge inside her.

The sound of the bed clanging against the wall got louder as his hips began to snap back and forth at a more driven and exact rhythm.

Something deep and husky fell from his kiss-swollen lips as his head fell to her chest. His teeth embedded themselves into the outermost layer of her skin before he screamed out in pleasure, knocking into the wall with quick, harsh bangs before everything came crashing down in Freya's head.