Alfie wasn't even thinking about his dad any more. The thought of getting caught was no longer on his mind. It was fully driven by the ever-present throbbing of his pants. That was the commander-in-chief of this mission. That was the one responsible for all of this, not Laney or Alfie and especially not Alfie's brain. His breath quickened with every passing moment, and he was kissing her all over the place now, missing her lips and kissing her cheeks and her chin. He had no rhyme or reason. His hand on her breast distracted him from everything else.
And then, the commander of the mission had another brilliant idea. What if he could slip his hand underneath her bra? Oh what a great idea! Alfie's hand followed orders to the letter, immediately switching gears and wiggling its way under the wired bra and full on grasping her breast. He let out a low "Oh fuck" against her lips though he wasn't sure why. It just felt so mindblowing to be in this position here and now.