Page 20 of Enough Isn’t Everything (Everything Trilogy #1)

Chapter Thirteen

PLAYING GAMES

We rushed off stage, out of the bright lights and into the darkness.

Will grabbed me, lifted me up and swung me around.

He bent down and planted a kiss square on my lips.

I was laughing, still on a high from the crowd, until I saw Saffy scowling at me.

“Wow, Will,” I teased, “got caught up in the moment. You have the wrong woman.”

Will smirked. “Sorry, Lily, I’m just stoked.” He looked sheepishly at Saffy. “Hey there!” he smiled, stretching his hand out to her. She took it and he pulled her in close and kissed her softly.

Clearing my throat as a warning when I saw a few people waiting to speak with us, Will told Saffy he’d catch up with her, then joined me and spoke to the small group that had formed.

A couple of club and bar owners wanted to hire us and left business cards.

Will proved very adept at handling this so I let him deal with it.

Mandy, Neil, Holly, and Brett were at the beach bar. “You were both brilliant, I can’t wait to work with you on something,” Mandy said keenly. Neil fist bumped his friend and hugged me to one side of him, lifting me off the floor.

“Great gig, you’re sneaky, packing all that talent into a cute little package… oh and… even greater shoes.” He winked. Mandy swatted him on the arm.

“Yeah, they’re Lily’s fuck-me shoes, aren’t they just fantastic?” she replied.

Embarrassed by Saffy, I briefly wished the floor could open and swallow me. I grabbed my purse. “Let me get the drinks, please,” I pleaded. I rummaged in my purse and saw there was a text message on my cell.

SEXPERT: FUCKING ACE! WOW I Love the fuck-me killer heels.

Annoyed that he’d ignored me again in public, I texted him back.

Pink Lady: The fuck-me heels are reserved for emotional fucking with attention to detail by the ‘fuckee’.

SEXPERT: You’re a very sexy lady. When I saw you today on campus playing, I wanted to scoop you up, take you home and fuck you senseless. When I heard you play, you were inspiring and altogether too hot.

Pink Lady: Why do you ignore me?

SEXPERT: Ignore you? What am I doing now?

Pink Lady: Sitting naked holding your dick?

SEXPERT: LMAO, I meant I’m not ignoring you.

Pink Lady: You have a tongue in your head, use it.

SEXPERT: I used my tongue very well yesterday don’t you think? As for ignoring you… do you want people to know I’m your fuck buddy?

Pink Lady: Hmm, and that’s why you ignore me?

SEXPERT: hence the distant stance. Who would ever think my tongue had been where others can only dream of?

Pink Lady: Hmm… good point. Let me think about that, maybe I’ll get back to you.

SEXPERT: Can you do that quickly or I am in danger of creaming my pants at the sight of you.

Pink Lady: Easy remedy, take your pants off.

SEXPERT: I’d much rather you took them off.

Pink Lady: Take my pants off? I am not wearing pants, in case you hadn’t noticed.

SEXPERT: Oh, I noticed all right, no panties either. I saw the slightest hint of pink when you bent to put your guitar in its case with your legs open.

Pink Lady: Pervert! You shouldn’t have been looking.

SEXPERT: You shouldn’t wear clothes that get you noticed then! Let’s get the fuck out of here.

Pink Lady: I came in a cab with the others.

SEXPERT: I don’t want to know what you did in the cab or who with. Meet me at mine.

I laughed at the last comment. I was buzzing after all the attention.

Alfie’s playful mood was also turning me on.

He was right, if we were going to do this, then we didn’t need anyone judging us for it.

I felt better now that I knew he was protecting our relationship by not drawing attention to us.

Pink Lady: I’ll come to your place.

SEXPERT: Grammatical error there, my dear. You mean you’ll come at my place, but you’ll beg first. See you at mine in 30.

Making my excuses, I told Saffy, Holly, and the others, that I needed to be elsewhere. I whispered to Holly, “Don’t wait up.” Saffy winked, and I called a cab to take me to Alfie’s house.

When I pulled up, he was already home. He opened the door, and his eyes had a naughty glint that told me he was fired up and ready to go.

I had just about got through the door when his arm slid around my waist, twisting me in a half turn. He caught the door with his heel, and it closed with a bang behind me. He dipped slightly and caught my legs with his arm just above my knees, lifting me up to cradle me in his arms.

Alfie’s mouth came crashing down on mine as he walked upstairs with me to his bedroom. I was in heaven. The room was softly lit, and he placed me down gently on his bed. Sliding his knee between my legs, he pushed them apart before leaning in on me.

Crawling over me, Alfie took most of his weight on his elbows but ground his solid erection against my sex. I gasped in reaction to the thrilling sensation this ignited throughout my body.

Grinning at my reaction, he began to pepper kisses around my neck and collarbone, leaning in to kiss my mouth hungrily.

Alfie’s tongue lashed inside my mouth, dueling with mine, until he seemed to give up and caught my bottom lip in his mouth, sucking it. This sent jolts of electrical pulses running through my veins.

Drawing his head back and balancing on one elbow, he shifted his weight a little to see me. “Jesus, baby, you made me so hard tonight in your fuck-me heels.” I laughed and arched my head back on the bed.

Alfie quickly took advantage of this and licked up my neck to my earlobe, then nuzzled my neck. The effect this had on me was electrifying, and goose bumps crept over my skin, my entrance throbbed, and I groaned loudly. “Oh, those sexy little sounds make me hard,” he murmured huskily to me.

Jumping off the bed, he ran downstairs, leaving me wondering WTF? He returned a few minutes later with a white carrier bag full of stuff. “What do you have there?” I asked, puzzled.

“Supplies!” he informed me, grinning wickedly. “Take all your clothes off… leave the heels on. I want to fuck you in those… please?” he pleaded, making a praying motion with his hands.

I laughed hard at his request. “Well, seeing as you’re begging,” I replied playfully.

“Pinch me, am I alive or did I die and go to heaven, cuz I swear you’ve been killing me since I met you,” he mused. I giggled at him, it may not be emotional, but he was funny and sexy.

Placing his mouth over mine in a sensual kiss this time, suddenly we were serious again. I felt the chemistry build between us, not to mention his restrained cock that appeared to be straining in his pants.

Moving position to adjust himself, he groaned, and I couldn’t decide if the experience was more painful for him feeling it, or me watching him suffering.

“Stand up,” I commanded boldly. Alfie stood, and I caught his zipper and lowered it slowly.

He gasped when my hand brushed over his erect cock, just a few threads away behind his boxer shorts.

Pulling his jeans down below his knees, I told him to take them off, freeing his straining bulge. His boxers tented, and I giggled at how ridiculous his size was. Hooking my fingers inside the waistband, I unveiled his cock as I drew his boxers down his legs.

Alfie’s thick, veiny, wide cock sprung forcefully toward me when released.

He shucked his boxers off and threw them onto the pile of clothes on the floor, then grabbed his bag of ‘supplies’.

He delved into it and produced a bottle of champagne and a tub of ice cream.

He paused to smirk at me, before setting them on the nightstand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Alfie was standing in front of me. I cupped his balls in my hand, the skin smooth. Gasping, he closed his eyes.

I began to massage his scrotum and stroked a finger delicately up the shaft of his cock and very lightly tapped my finger on his APA and glans. He gave me that sexy guttural sound he did in approval.

Alfie’s breath hitched, and he seemed to hold it for a second before letting out a low moan. I felt my slick juices leak onto my thighs when he did this. I rubbed his glans with my thumb and saw a little pre-cum escape from the slit. I massaged this around him and continued to twirl around his APA.

He rolled his head back, his eyes closed, and I moved my palms onto either side of his cock, sandwiching it and rubbing it gently up and down.

I saw more pre-cum escape, and pressed my lips to his glans, took just the mushroom shape into my mouth and supped it lightly, before sucking a little harder. “Damn,” he growled.

I allowed my lips to linger, kissing his head, and I rubbed my tongue flatly over it.

He sucked in a breath of air, hard. Fisting his hand in my hair, he held it and thrust himself deeper into my mouth, groaning loudly, “Jesus, ohhh, yeah! Just like that. There you go.” He stared down at me gripping my hair from behind, tugging it lightly. “Look at me, Lily.”

I stared into his eyes when he demanded this, and I sucked harder.

“You like that, huh?” I mumbled around his cock before I took him back into my mouth.

I moaned long and loud around it, sending vibrations through his sensitive flesh.

I smiled when his legs began took shake.

Then I took in as much of him as I could.

He let out a guttural growl in desperation.

He pulled away. “Enough, sweetheart. I don’t want to come yet. I want to come inside you.” He held my gaze and smiled slowly at me, seducing me all over again. He pulled me level with him and started undressing me. His hands were trembling slightly.

“You’re lovely,” he purred into my neck. Next, he pulled my short pants off and cupped my bare sex.

The color of his hazel eyes changed instantly, taking on a greener hue, as he studied my sex. He stroked me gently across the slit of my folds, then sucked his fingers one by one.

He was grinning and moaning as he did this. My juices seeped from my seam. I wanted him so badly I was whimpering and squirming with every touch.

He turned me inside out with his charm, looks, touch, smell, and taste. No one has ever made me feel like this, and I lost myself to him when we were together. Alfie increased the pressure of his hand after the first few strokes, increasing the sensitivity in my clitoris.

The buzz lasted longer with all four fingers being drawn lightly down my folds from my clitoris to my puckered anus, with the slightest of touches.

He rubbed on both sides of the hood of my clit, then bent down and blew a brRRRRRRR on it, making me laugh and instantly producing more juices as the vibrations tickled me in the most pleasurable way.

I giggled and squirmed again. “It’s too tickly.

” Snickering, I tried to push his head away from me.

Alfie sat up and knelt back, grinning, his eyes widening playfully at me. “Yum!” His fingers wrapped around the hem of my top and he scooped it over my head,

“I love this top!” he praised. “It makes your tits so pert.”

I swatted his arm. “Hey, they are pert!”

Contemplating what I had just told him, Alfie threw the top to the floor then nodded. “Point taken.”

Leaning forward, he turned his attention back to my breasts, teasing a nipple between his lips, and stretching before letting go and blowing lightly on it.

Feeling no shame whatsoever, I was lying with my body on display for him, my arms relaxed above my head. Alfie was watching me, his eyes sparking with want as he stroked me, taking me in.

Tracing my tattoo again, he licked his lips. “This is so fucking sexy, Lily. It’s so unexpected, you don’t seem like the kind of girl to have a tattoo,” he said as his fingers traced around my thigh.

I shivered as he ran his finger over it. He moved his head over my belly and nibbled at my piercing, staring up at me watching him, a crooked smile passing over his lips.

When I asked about the tiny intricate tattoo he had on the back of his hand under his thumb, I saw some emotion.

Alfie had tears in his eyes when he told me about it. The script writing around it could only be read by people who were intimate with him. It read, We look down on each other, Mom.

He explained that he put the angel on the muscle under his thumb, so that when he strummed his guitar, he would always be reminded of his mom, who taught him to play. She died when he was eighteen.

The last thing she had said to him was, ‘Always remember I’m looking down on you, son, and you will never feel alone.’

I felt that this creative gesture was an amazing memorial to his mother. It didn’t lend itself to him not doing the emotional thing he kept banging on about. When he spoke, his eyes clearly displayed his changing emotions, and it was the only serious feeling I’d seen from him.

I was fascinated by his eyes and how they displayed his changing moods.

I’d never seen that before with anyone else.

They shined when he was being playful, had a definite glint when he was being cheeky and flirty, and were more hooded and darker in his seductive phase with a much more vibrant green and serious look, depicting his raw lust.

Watching him lust after me, turned me on so much. I was watching him watch me and seeing the effect my body had on him when I was just lying there. He seemed so into me when he was with me, and I wished that we could have this relationship all the time instead of hiding away.

I was having the time of my life when I was with him, yet I wasn’t allowed to feel anything emotionally. I knew that I would have to play it cool for Alfie to continue to want me.

There were no illusions that if I was to suddenly express anything other than a physical attraction for him that Alfie would be gone, and I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.