Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy) (13 page)

I
shrugged, trying to look as though it hadn’t affected me. “Let it go, Will, don’t let it spoil things for you,” I cooed but he was still scowling.

“You’re just too nice!” he commented. “If he ignored me, I’
d put him on his ass,” he said.

The talent on show during the party was
 of a high standard, they all seemed to be quite accomplished musicians and serious about their craft. I felt a little out of my league and insecure about my ability as a performer.

By the time we were up, I had changed my shoes again and amazingly, they gave me the confidence boost to push myself out there on stage. Will took my hand, kissed my temple,
and whispered, “You look beautiful and you’re going to be amazing. Enjoy it, Lily.” He made sure I was comfortably seated before we began.

I could see he didn’t want to screw this up by rushing things.
 Will played the intro for the song alone and the crowd cheered. I came in with my guitar.

We sounded great without words, just the music and the arrangement that
Will had cleverly put together.

Will did his instrumental pieces, then I joined back in as agreed and the piece ended.
 The crowd was cheering for more, and Alfie called out to Will, “They’re going to let you run, you need something else.” 
Shit!

“Ok
ay, Clapton,
Wonderful Tonight
?” Will asked. It was a good choice. I’ve never met anyone that didn’t like Eric Clapton’s music.

“
Okay, but tell them we haven’t rehearsed it, and I’m not singing.”
 

Will shushed the crowd
. “Lily and I only met yesterday, so we’re still learning about each other through our music here. We’ll play this one and you’ll forgive us if it doesn’t pan out okay… and you can sing along if you want.” The crowd gave another ripple of applause.

Will played
 the intro, and the crowd erupted in applause at recognition of the song. Will grinned between breaths, and I picked up the chords. I had to admit we sounded amazing. The crowd was all singing loudly, and I didn’t really want it to end. Afterwards, the party-goers were really appreciative, clapping loudly.

We rushed off stage, out of the bright lights and into the darkness. Will grabbed me, lifting 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 husked, stretching his hand out to her, smiling. She took it and he pulled her in close and kissed her softly.

I cleared my throat when I saw a few people waiting to speak with us.
Will 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 was very adept at handling this.

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 honey, 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. 

Saffy
 said, “Yeah, they’re Lily’s fuck- me shoes, aren’t they just fantastic?”

I was so embarrassed by
 Saffy, I briefly wished the floor could have opened and swallowed 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.

I was annoyed that he’d ignored me again. I text 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 fucking 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.

I made my excuses, telling 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 that 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 in his arm just above my knees, lifting me up to cradle me in his arms.

His mouth came crashing down
 on mine as he walked me upstairs to his bedroom. I was in heaven. His room was softly lit, and he placed me gently down on his bed. Alfie placed his knee between my legs to push them apart before crawling on top of me.

Crawling over me he
 took most of his weight on his elbows. Our pelvises were mostly aligned so that his erection rubbed hard through the fabric of our clothing and against my clitoris. I gasped at the feel of him doing amazing things to my body while I was still fully dressed.

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

Alfie’s
tongue lashed inside my mouth, duelling 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.

He leaned back on one elbow and shifted his weight a little to see me
. “Jesus, baby, you made me so fucking horny 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 moist sex throbbed, and I groaned loudly. “Oh your sounds turn me on so much,” he murmured huskily to me.

He jumped off the bed and 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 said, grinning wickedly. “Take all your clothes off… leave the heels on. I want to fuck you in those…please, please,” he said making a praying motion with his hands.

I laughed hard at his request.
 “Well, there was emotion in your voice when you pleaded with me there,” I replied playfully.

“Pinch me, am I alive or did I die and I’m in heaven, c
uz 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.

I raised my eyebrow at him
. “Do you always say what other people think? Don’t you have a ‘thinking’ voice Alfie?” He winked grinning again.

“Well… If my ‘thinking
’ voice were to become my out- loud voice, then you really would have to worry.” He wiggled his brows and began tickling me by drawing his fingers down my ribs.

He placed his mouth over mine in a sensual kiss this time, and 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.

He moved to adjust
himself, groaning, 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 ticked it down slowly. He gasped when my hand brushed over his erect cock just a few threads away behind his boxer shorts.

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

His thick, veiny, wide cock sprung forcefully toward me at its release.
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.

I sat on the bed
, and he stood in front of me. I cupped his balls in my hand, the skin was 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 thigh 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 on 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, taking 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 rubbed my tongue flatly over it. He sucked in a breath of air hard. Gathering my hair into a ponytail, 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 up into his eyes as he
 did this, and I sucked harder. “You like that, huh?” I moaned long and loud into him, sending vibrations through his sensitive flesh, and his legs began shaking. I took all of his cock in my mouth, and he growled again.

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 slightly trembling.

“You’re so fucking lovely
,” he purred into my neck before pulling my short pants off, and gasping at my waxed mound.

The
color of his hazel eyes changed instantly, taking on a greener look, as he studied my sex. He stroked me gently with all of his fingers, his hand side on, across the slit of my folds, and sucked his fingers, licking them one by one.

He was grinning and moaning as he did th
is. 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, 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 touch.

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.” And tried to push his head away.

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 fucking love this top!” he said, “It makes your tits so pert.”

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

H
e contemplated what I said, threw the top to the floor then nodded. “Point taken.”

He bent forward turning his attention back to my breasts, teasing a nipple between his lips, and stretching before letting go and blowing lightly on it.

I felt no shame, 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.

He traced my tattoo again. “This is so fucking sexy, Lily.
It’s so fucking 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. He stared up at me watching him, a crooked smile passed over his lips.

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