Everything I want: Will Alfie and Lily's love survive?... (22 page)

I nodded, of course I remembered it. “I have a vivid memory of that n
ight.”

Alfie held my gaze, his eyes widening. “Yo
u do?”

I swallowed hard and prepared myself to confess. “Yeah, I woke up on your couch, and you had gone to bed. I went to find you, and you were laying naked, face down, the wrong way up on your
bed.”

He snickered. “Yeah, I tossed and turned after leaving you alone on the couch. Trying to sleep when I knew you down there was painful. It took all my reserves not to carry you to my bed. I struggled to keep my hands off of you that n
ight.”

Alfie sniffed pretending to be cocky. “I knew I should have just claimed you and not walked away from you on that couch. You wanted me too,
huh?”

I smirked again still staring into his eyes. I could see the humor in his. “Actually, I did, more than you know, but there was no way I wanted to be with a man-whore who couldn’t care less abou
t me.”

I was referring to the woman I had seen Alfie with long before he explained his job as a male escort. Before our conversation deteriorated, Alfie pushed another box a
t me.

“These are really for me, but you can open it and borrow it any time you like.” He winked. I pulled the wrapping off of the last package. When I opened this box it made me gi
ggle.

Inside was a pair of panties from Victoria Secret. They were red satin Cheekinis, panties that were kind of like boy shorts, but fancy with mesh panels at the back and three red, satin
bows.

“Holiday panties!” He smirked. “Just in case we get lucky.” He winked and grinned devili
shly.

I chuckled softly, standing up. “Okay, you use them…if you want to get lucky I mean. You told me they were for you. I can’t decide whether I see anything I like or not, until yo
u do.”

Alfie took them from the box by scissoring his index and middle fingers and lifted them delicately, high above his head to inspect them. He stretched the elastic at the top of the panties, placing both splayed hands down either side. Just as if there were hips in
side.

He rotated the panties so that the gusset was next to his mouth, his eyes flicked to mine then he smirked. Next, his tongue flicked lightly over the gusset, small flicks, before his mouth closed over it. All the time his eyes were on mine, watching me, watching him, and damn if it wasn’t turning m
e on.

I heard him making sucking sounds, then his head lifted slightly and he teased one side of the gusset aside. He then made his way to the waistline and began to remove the panties from his hands with his teeth. I was breathless watching
him.

Once he had the panties between his teeth, he took them in his right hand and held them to his nose, inhaling deeply. While doing this, he got off the bed and moved over to where his jeans were la
ying.

He picked them up and stuffed the panties in the back pocket. Turning his attention back to me, he smirked. “So, did you like what you saw?” I gasped out the breath I’d been holding. Never in my wildest thoughts did I think a woman’s panties could ever turn me on like
that.

Chapter 22
–Slow Dance

I
giggled at Alfie’s pantie demonstration, but the air was thick between us now. I reached over and grabbed the bag I had hidden carefully for A
lfie.

“It’s your turn for gifts.” Alfie smiled and took the little square box I had carefully wrapped for him in shiny silver paper. He opened it slowly, his eyes darting between me and the pac
kage.

He chuckled loudly when he saw what was inside. He was now the proud owner of backstage passes to all our XrAid’s gigs for the upcoming tour and a copy of our CD for him to listen to when he was in rental
cars.

Alfie was really disorganized with adapters and wires, and although he had every gadget existing to play music, I thought that an old-fashioned CD would be something ‘physical’ he could connect with, and the best way to be close t
o me.

“I didn’t want you to wait in line if you wanted to come and see me, baby,” I cooed, snickering at the pleasure I got from giving this big shot rock star passes to
my
gig.

“This means more to me than anything else, you know that, Lily?” I thought he meant the backstage pass, but he was waving the CD. He tapped it against the palm of his hand. “It makes me feel so fucking proud you did this, Lily,” he whispered huskily, his voice cracking a little with emo
tion.

He stood and tugged me off of the bed, holding my hips as he smiled sensually down at me. “Most women in your position would have just gone with the fame and their
guy.”

He shook his head. “Not you. You stuck to your guns, wanting to make music, and chasing your own dreams. I fucking hated it, hated you for it, but at the same time, loved you all the more for it. I can take the fact we’ve spent that time apart. All the heartache and lonely nights, knowing now, it wasn’t in vain. This…” he tapped the plastic CD holder again, “makes me realize how different you are from any other girl. You’re one of a kind, honey. Un
ique.”

Placing my hand on his chest, I began to stroke his skin. The buzz from our contact was instantaneous. Leaning in, my lips peppered soft kisses over his pectorals and down his abdominal mus
cles.

Alfie shivered and his towel was becoming misshapen at the front as he struggled to keep his desire hidden from me. He looked down and grinned. “Fuck it,” he commented as he pulled the towel away and spread his legs slightly as he pulled me in tig
hter.

“Stop. I have one more gift for you.” Alfie was kissing down my neck and the effect it was having on my aching, wet core was exquisite torture. I’d never forgotten what this had felt like, the sensation of having his mouth on one part of my body, and its ability to wreak havoc on just about any o
ther.

Alfie’s body was trembling as his fingers skimmed across my skin, and my body hummed in response to his touch. My last gift to him was all but forgotten in that mo
ment.

Our body language was exclusive. Alfie told me no one had ever made him feel this way, and in my experience, I could say without a doubt it was the same fo
r me.

His fingers hooked over the towel as he inched it down my body until my breasts were exposed. He looked up, his eyes instantly gazing into mine. The sensual look he gave me almost ended me. His mouth engulfed the nipple of my left breast, and a low growl tore up from his chest while his hand teased and stretched the nipple of my r
ight.

Between my legs, the hot, sticky juice overflowed and was trickling onto my thigh. It took me everything I had not to try to speed up his movements, because I was going out of my mind with lust for
him.

Drawing my towel wrap down my body to my ankles, I stepped out of it, and Alfie threw it aside. He took a sharp breath as his eyes climbed up my body, and he made his way back to standing, devouring every inch of me as he did
this.

Teasingly, a finger began to trace my spine lightly and continued over my shoulder blade and back to the center. His hot, ragged breath was on my face as his mouth was only inches from
mine.

I stared into his beautiful lust-filled eyes. He brushed my hair behind my shoulders, so gently, like I was fragile. There was another reverent silence between us before he drew a deep breath to s
peak.

“Hey,” he cooed. His eyes sparkled with love when his smile widened, and he shook his head. “Can’t believe you’re finally mine.” His finger tenderly traced the outline of my face, and his thumb dragged across my lips. Bending to kiss me, I felt his ragged breathing as the tension between us seemed palp
able.

He walked me slowly backwards to the bed and gently pushed me down. “How did we go from being the way we were to this?” His voice was sounded slightly sc
ared.

I knew what he meant, the old Alfie was kind of fearless and fun in bed. “We’ll be even better than we were before, Alfie.” We were afraid to do anything, as if one wrong move was going to stop what was happening between us. We were both fragile and desperate for this to work. I smiled in reassurance, wanting him to know that I was committed to making this work this
time.

Lying down beside me, Alfie stroked his finger from my collarbone, through the valley of my breasts, and down to my pubic bone. The effect was electrifying. I could swear my flesh was fizzing just under my skin in its wake. I lay completely still, knowing he may need a minute just to explore me and remember how my body
felt.

It had been well over a year since the last time we’d made love. And I felt, for the first time ever, that Alfie seemed tentative. I felt he needed help with
this.

Before he could hesitate, I manoeuvred quickly and straddled him. His lips curled into his sexy smile as he ran his fingers up my body and raked his fingernails gently down my front. The fire he was igniting in me was mind blowing, especially when he lazily raked his fingernails over my
skin.

I bent to kiss him, but he was still tentative about touching me. Remembering the other gift I had bought for him, an idea came t
o me.

“Wait here.” I bounced my way off of the bed and bent to pick up the electric blue- colored square box. “Before you open this, I need to tell you the gift inside is purely practical…work at
tire.”

Alfie grinned. “Hmm, work attire? It doesn’t look like a pair of skinny jeans so it must be a classic t-shirt, cor
rect?”

I smirked and thought it was really a crap present, but perfect for what I know had in mind for it. “Nope, open it and see.” Alfie opened the box and gri
nned.

“You got me scarfs?” I had bought him two silk scarfs, one in a slate, grey color with a guitar printed on it, and the other was a lighter grey, with a dark skull on one
side.

“Rocker chic, but they will protect your voice from the cold and keep you warm when my arms can’t be around your
neck.”

A smile played on his lips, but his brow was furrowed at me. “You interrupted sitting on me, naked, to give me scarfs?” I giggled and silently hugged myself that my idea was beginning to take s
hape.

I took one of the scarfs and carefully folded it; I grasped Alfie’s wrist and began wrapping it around it. Alfie’s eyes lusted instantly and his cock twitched, as it grew from semi hard to a full erection. “Fuck,” he gro
wled.

I took the scarf and wound it around the top section of the wicker headboard. “Hope you have good restraint and don’t try to wriggle too much Alfie, this isn’t the strongest of headboards.” I gig
gled.

Alfie was chuckling now. “Damn, Lily, you are just full of surprises.” He let out a guttural groan, and his voice was an octave lower, so I could tell how turned on he was by what I was doing. I focused my attention on doing the same to the other
one.

Once I knew his wrists were secure, he tested the restraint, and I knew this was going to drive him crazy. When I had completed my knots, and satisfied myself that he was secure, I got off of the bed. I bent over in his sight, with my legs straight, to take the panties he’d bought out of his jeans po
cket.

Alfie groaned loudly, “Jeez, now you’re killing me.” He pushed his hips into the bed, and his cock bobbed and twitched in response to the move
ment.

I bent over and very slowly pulled the panties on and wiggled my ass into them. This gave him a view of the crack of my ass through the mesh pa
nels.

Winging it, I was thinking about what to do next, but it seemed to be breaking the ice between us. I turned the music on the TV up a little. The stars seemed to be aligning for us, because I could hear the introduction to ‘Kiss’ by Prince. I was a little self-conscious, but what the hell, Alfie deserved this at the very least fro
m me.

I climbed back on the bed and spread my legs, just out of Alfie’s reach at the bottom of the bed, and began to undulate and gyrate my hips. “Damn it, Lily,” he groaned, giving me a lascivious s
mile.

It wasn’t easy to dance, because the mattress kept dipping, and I needed all my concentration to keep my balance. Thinking about the lessons Zack tried to give me on the surfboard to correct my center of gravity helped me to remain upright at l
east.

Spreading my legs wider and rocking my hips back and forth, I crouched down bringing my ass almost onto the mattress. I had still been facing him at that point, but then turned and did the same with my ass in full view of him. “Fuck,” he spat and tried to sit up. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him first smirk, then bunch his brows. His legs waved in the air as he tried to gain traction with his ass to push himsel
f up.

When that didn’t work he tried to reach with his feet. “Definitely no hands this time, Mr. Black,” I teased, giggling and reminding him of an incident where he showed some ingenuity. “Do you want me, Mr. Black?” I spoke in a seductive tone and smirked when I saw his cock was twitching more and more as the dance wen
t on.

Alfie was showing signs of struggling, and tried to free one of his wrists at one point, but the scarfs held him in place and protested to be let loose. I shook my head and smiled at him. He licked his lips. “Fuck, what I’m going to do to you.” He threatened and groaned in a pained, thick with lust filled v
oice.

I smiled seductively again and raised an eyebrow, “No, Alfie…what
I’m
going to do to you. I believe I’m kind of in charge right now.” I smirked, and he let out a loud guttural sound. I quickly shushed him, reminding him my parents were somewhere outside the
door.

Rubbing my hands over my ass and up the sides of my body, I turned and did the same at the front. As my hands traveled down from my breasts and down my belly I let them slide inside the band of the pan
ties.

Alfie’s head jerked as did his cock. He groaned and muttered, “Oh, God…Fuck.” I smirked again, commenting, “Good to see your two heads in coordination for once.” His smile at that was adorable. Making me want to stop all the nonsense and just kiss those inviting lips of his. Stoically, though, I stuck to my
plan.

As the song was almost finished I straddled over his hips and spread my legs again. I repeated the bended-knee-ass-wiggle thing, except this time, I allowed my panties…or Alfie’s, to brush against his cock bri
efly.

“Fuck, enough,” he mumbled, growling low and long, as he struggled with his arms, to reach out for me, then raised his hips trying to gain contact with me, again. The scarfs were doing their job. He was stuck fast to the headboard, and I felt completely empow
ered.

When the song was over, I continued to tease him with the panties. I sat on his cock and rocked back and forth, raking my fingernails down his body, and sending shivers all over
him.

Standing again, I placed my feet on either side of his head. He was looking up at me, so I briefly pulled the crotch of the panties to the side so he could watch me touching my
self.

Alfie licked his lips and moaned with a pleading look in his eyes, then raised his head and stuck his tongue out, trying to reach me. That made my smile widen, and I gig
gled.

His legs were bent up in an effort to reach me, and he was so turned on his belly glistened with pre cum that was oozing from him. His eyes were fixed on mine now, and I was trying to make this memorable for the nights he was out on the road withou
t me.

Popping the cork on the champagne, I poured some down his chest. He flinched then groaned, “Jesus,” before he took a sharp breath. I began sucking and licking it from his torso as he hissed loudly, before he twisted trying to turn his quivering body to the
side.