Page 13 of Enough Isn’t Everything (Everything Trilogy #1)

Chapter Eight

brEAKFAST

When I arrived at Alfie’s, his front door was already open for me. “Through here, Lily.” I walked through the formal lounge with the vaulted ceiling and into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw him.

Alfie looked amazing. I felt breathless at the sight of him and thought that I couldn’t believe that a man like him, who could probably have anyone he wanted, chose me—for now.

Smirking at me, he stood in a relaxed stance, with his fuck-me hair fresh from the shower. He was wearing his low-slung jeans from earlier that were hanging low on his hips, bare torso and his ink made him look like a sexy, badass boy.

Leaning back casually against the countertop, his hips were resting along the edge, and he had a glass of orange juice in one hand. His other palm was resting flat on the granite countertop.

Shiny, clean, smooth skin tantalized me, and I had to fight the urge to stroke my hands over his body. I imagined it would feel cool and smooth to the touch after his shower.

Alfie passed me the glass of orange juice. “Breakfast!” he announced as his face broke into a seductive, slow, lopsided smile. Blushing when I took the glass, his fingers brushed against mine.

My skin reacted immediately, goose bumps radiating to all areas of my body. His eyes widened when he noticed, and he smiled. I blushed again. “Damn, so responsive to me,” he mumbled, curling my T-shirt in his fist to pull me closer to his face.

Alfie held my gaze for what seemed like an age, and I watched his eyes darken with passion. Starting to feel too self-conscious, I was about to look away when he dipped his head and let his lips brush mine briefly, before letting me go. “Hey,” he said, eyeing me carefully.

I tried to act like he’d had little effect on me by focusing on, and gesturing at, the orange juice. “Breakfast, that’s it? Hmm… it’s not good enough, Alfie,” I mock sneered and shook my head at him, crossing my arms.

Alfie pushed himself off the counter by his backside, and his hips jutted toward me before he righted himself as he found his balance, obviously the guy had no idea how even a subtle movement could have sex appeal if observed by the right person.

Sauntering over to me, he placed his hand at the base of my back. The thumb of his other hand grazed my lips and he pulled me in close to him, rubbing his hard-on across my pubic bone, creating friction as his hips connected with mine.

One hand went to my neck and drew a line down my spine, finally settling on my ass. Alfie cupped it possessively, pulling me even closer. His mouth crushed onto mine—his hot, wet tongue teasing me.

I felt him grow even more in his pants as he leaned in flush against my whole body. He held me by the nape of my neck and whispered, “Am I doing better?” as he stepped back with a lopsided smile.

Intensely staring at me, Alfie stole my breath, and I panted airily, “Much, breakfast was wonderful!” I smiled up at him, before resting my head on his chest.

Fresh bodywash filled my nostrils and as I suspected, his body was cool and satiny from his shower. I inhaled his scent deeply. “You smell amazing.”

Alfie chuckled and looked at me mischievously. “Good enough to eat?” he teased.

I blushed and moved away, swatting his arm with the back of my hand. Alfie caught it, and quickly pulled me back into his chest. I looked up, and he held my gaze as he shook his head at me.

His other hand slipped around my back and pulled me tight against him again. He walked me backward, his legs outside of mine, into the sitting room, still locked in our stare. I was mesmerized by his perfection.

Pushing me back on the couch, Alfie’s hand skimmed over my skin, gliding up between my thighs under my skirt, his nimble fingers pulling my thong to the side. “Damn, you’re wet for me already,” he murmured as my breath hitched at his sudden movement.

Peppering kisses along the length of my neck and up to my ear, at the same time Alfie was massaging my swollen, wet, folds. Expertly strumming my sensitive area with his fingertips, making me shudder with pleasure.

I wondered if my goose bumps had their own goose bumps—his touch had such an amazing effect on me.

Teasing me with his hot tongue, Alfie traced my lips, and my body almost hummed, such was the tension between us.

“C’mere,” he coaxed as he swept me up into his arms before he ran us up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Everything off!” he commanded as he sat me down in his bedroom. The intense lusty gaze adding weight to his command. Without hesitation, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

Inhaling deeply, Alfie took in the sight of my naked breasts. My bra was in my purse, since I already decided that I would put it on after my visit with Alfie.

Bending down with my legs straight, I peeled off my thong and kicked it free, making a pile with my T-shirt. Walking around behind me, Alfie sat on the bed. “Stay bent over, Lily.” His voice was barely a husky whisper now. An audible swallow let me know I was affecting him.

Self-consciously, I stood up straight, and asked myself why I had placed my trust in him so much.

Alfie stroked my ass, kissed my neck from behind, and encouraged me again to bend over.

“Keep your legs straight for me, honey.” His breath sounded raspy and uneven, “Open your legs wider,” he ordered, and I did, then cringed and turned my head to the side, peering up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking,” he mused, a serious, penetrating stare fixed in his eyes. “I just want to see you from here.” He gave me a lop-sided half smile, which was so sexy, I couldn’t refuse.

Bending over with my head down between my legs, I could see him as he watched me. It was very arousing watching his reactions to having access to my secret areas.

Alfie placed his thumbs into my folds gently and parted my lips.

“God, you are so very lovely, honey.” His eyes changed in color and a lusting appearance crept over his face, the green of his hazel eyes became darker and bolder.

They also had a hooded, heavy appearance, and his jaw was clenched in concentration.

As his fingers moved to spread my folds more, he licked his lips and scraped his teeth along his bottom one.

Initially, I felt embarrassed I’d allowed him such an uncomfortable request, but as soon as I saw his reaction, how engrossed he was, I knew I didn’t doubt that I’d do it again.

I wondered what he was thinking, I would have given anything at that point to know.

He drew his fingers down my slit and when a finger slipped inside me, my breath hitched. Alfie’s eyes closed for a second, and he swallowed hard then pinched his lips together.

He started making circular movements inside me. I moaned, “God.” It came out a breathy whisper, and he bit his lip again, still looking at me and shaking his head. He shifted his other hand to cup my ass in response to my moan, his fingers squeezing a little.

The atmosphere between us was intense, but unhurried. This seemed much more intimate than anything we had done already. I wanted to straighten up, but he slid his other hand from my ass, to rub my clitoris, before he drew his one finger back outside of me and replaced it with two.

I felt tight, and he gently stretched me little by little until it became more pleasurable. I moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, yeah.” He smiled and bit his lip again as he concentrated on what he was doing.

My legs were weak, the passion and sensation of his expert hands started to make me feel insane with lust. My legs started shaking, from my thighs to my toes, like an electrical current was passing through.

I struggled not to fall over the edge with pleasure. Taking his fingers out, but still rubbing my clitoris, Alfie took me over to the bed and lay me down on my side.

Lifting my leg over his shoulder; making me more open to him, Alfie then bent his head and sucked hard on my clitoris.

Drawing his head back, he stretched the sensitive skin between his lips making me moan, “Oh, yes… please… don’t stop.

” I lay completely shameless before him.

I could feel myself tightening, needing to come, and arched myself at his mouth.

His tongue slipped inside me, then he flicked my clitoris faster.

Without lifting his head, he mumbled around it, “Come, Lily, let it go, come around my tongue.” As soon as his tongue entered me again, I screamed, my high pitched staccato noises bounced around the room as my body shuddered, and my legs shook uncontrollably.

I tried to close my legs and block him. The pleasure was so intense. His arms clamped around my thighs and held me down as I came so hard.

He was relentless, making me ride it out, punishing me with pleasure. As my climax ebbed away and then rose into another. “Fuck me, no… please… I’m going to die… stop… stop!” I tried to get away from him, begging him to stop.

“Please… no more,” I whined and pleaded. He chuckled softly, sitting back on his heels on the floor, wiping his mouth, as I stared at him breathlessly.

My mouth was dry, and I glistened with sweat. Leaning over, he kissed me roughly. “That was for last night. I owed you one, since I let you fall on your ass, then I passed out.” He smiled and winked.

Groaning with exhaustion, I rolled over, and closed my legs. It felt so good to close them tight, with my knees together. My hips were aching. I could feel my eyes closing but glanced back at him when I heard movement.

Alfie propped himself up on his elbow, beside my head and pursed his lips, shaking his head at me. “Oh, no! You don’t get to do that.” He slapped me on my ass playfully. “Come on, honey, time is marching on, my turn!”

I peered at him through one eye. “Are you kidding me, really? I don’t think I can move, let alone do whatever else you have up your sleeve.”