Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy) (8 page)

Alfie was beyond hot though. His voice melted me
, and his body rocked me. Even when he stroked my cheek last night I had feelings no one has ever given me in my life before.

I’d heard something about certain people having ‘the touch,’ a connection between two people, but I thought that it was a myth until it happened to me with him.

I suspected it must have been the same for him, not because he was telling me, but because I didn’t mistake his reactions to me, from that first time when we were behind the college buildings to again last night when his belly quivered when I touched him.

Before he’d even kissed me I was covered in goose bumps, and I
 was hooked. I knew I needed more of that touch, but at the same time, I repeatedly told myself, this won’t last forever. Guys like him like to share themselves too much.

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.

He looked fucking amazing. I felt breathless
, and I couldn’t believe this man who could probably have anyone actually wanted me… for now.

He
 was standing smirking at me with his fuck-me hair, fresh from the shower, wearing his low slung jeans from earlier that were hanging low on his hips. His torso was bare, and his ink made him look like a bad-ass boy.

He leaned
 back 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.

His skin looked clean and shiny. I instantly imagined what it would feel
like to touch. It would feel cool and smooth after his shower.

Alfie
passed me the glass of orange juice. “Breakfast!” he announced as his face broke into a gorgeous smile. I blushed when took the glass and his fingers brushed mine.

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

He held my gaze for an age
, and I watched his eyes darken with passion. I started to feel too self-conscious just as he dipped his head and let his lips brush mine briefly, before letting me go. “Hey,” he cooed.

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

He pushed himself off the counter by his ass, his hips jutted toward me before he righted himself as he found his balance.

Alfie saddled over to me and placed his hand at the base of my back. The thumb of his other hand grazed my lips and pulled me in close to him. He rubbed his hard-on across my pubic bone as his hips connected with mine.

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

I felt him grow in his pants even more 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.

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

I smelled his fresh bodywash
… and as I suspected his body was cool and satiny from his shower. I inhaled his scent deeply. “You smell amazing.”

He 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 backwards, his legs outside of mine, into the sitting room still locked in our stare. I was mesmerized by his perfection.

Alfie pushed me back on the couch, gliding his hand straight up the inside of my thighs, under my skirt, and pulling my thong to the side. “Damn, you’re wet for me already,” he murmured as my breath hitched at his sudden movement.

He peppered kisses along the length of my neck and up
to my ear. Massaging my wet folds, he strummed it with his fingertips, and I shuddered with pleasure.

I wondered if my goose bumps had their own goose bumps
; his touch had such an amazing effect on me. His tongue traced my lips, and my body almost hummed such was the tension between us. “C’mere.” He swept me up into his arms, before half running up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Everything off!”
 he commanded as he set me down in his bedroom. The intense lusty gaze told me he wasn’t fooling with me. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

He drew breath at my naked breasts. My bra was in my purse, having already decided that I would put this on after my visit with Alfie.

I bent down, my legs straight, and began peeling off my thong, before I kicked it free, making a pile with my t-shirt. He walked around behind me and sat on the bed. “Stay bent over, Lily.” His voice was barely a husky whisper now. He swallowed hard.

I felt
 self-conscious again, and stood up straight, thinking,
why do I trust him?
He stroked my ass, kissing my neck from behind and encouraged me again to bend down. “Keep your legs straight for me, honey.” His breathing was raspy and uneven. “Open your legs wider for me,” 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. His eyes had a glint in them. “I just want to see you from here.” He gave me a lopsided half smile, which was so sexy, I couldn’t refuse.

I bent over with my head down between my legs, and I could see him as he watched me. It was really erotic watching his reactions to having access to my secret areas.

He put his thumbs
 into my folds gently and parted my lips. “God, you are so very lovely, honey.” His eyes changed in color, the green of his hazel eyes became darker and bolder.

They also took on a hooded, heavy appearance, and his jaw clenched. As his fingers moved to spread my folds he licked his lips and scraped his teeth along his bottom one.

At first, I felt embarrassed at allowing him such an uncomfortable request, but as soon as I saw him reacting, becoming engrossed in me and seeing that effect, I never doubted that I would do it again.

I wondered what he was thinking, and 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 maneuvered me over to the bed and lay me down on my side.

He lifted
 my leg over his shoulder, making me wider for him, then bent his head and sucked hard on my clitoris. He pulled his head back and 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, give it up to me, 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.

I groaned with exhaustion, rolled over
, and closed my legs. It felt so good to close them tight, with my knees together. My hips were aching. I closed my eyes.

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 through one e
ye and said in all seriousness, “Are you fucking kidding me, really? I don’t think I can move, let alone to do whatever else you have up your sleeve.”

He smirked. “Here, read this
.” He shoved his tattooed wrist up at my face. “Don’t limit your challenges, challenge your limits.”

“Trust me
 Alfie. My limits have been well and truly challenged,” I mumbled.

“Nonsense!”
He smirked again. “Think of me as a challenge.” He winked, and jumped up, pulling his sweat pants off.

He added them to the pile on the floor, his erection pointing directly at me. He grasped his cock with his fist and stroked it gently. He saw me watching and he grazed his thumb over his
apa, as he flashed me a sinfully, sexy smile.

I groaned with tiredness, but knew it wouldn’t be fair to leave him in that state. “You’ll need to come
here,” I murmured.

Alfie laughed
, his eyes had that mischievous glint in them. “Exactly my intention, lady, right here.” He pointed downwards, and I knew what he meant.

Alfie crawled
up beside me, moving past my body, lining his cock with my mouth. I licked out at his glans, teasing the apa with my tongue. “Christ!” he moaned and hissed before sucking his breath in hard.

“Stroke it
,” he encouraged as I placed my lips over the head, kissing it, lightly fluttering my tongue over it before I placed my tongue flat and licking it roughly with my taste buds.

He gasped
 and shuddered a little, his body trembled. I smiled up at him. “Fuck,” he growled. I took him in my mouth halfway, and then even more with each bob of my head.

I pumped his thick cock slowly with my fist down at his base, and pulled it up the shaft to where it met my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks forming a vacuum around him, gripping him gently at first with one, then two
, hands increasing the pace.

He groaned loudly, “
Sweet Jesus, you are so fucking good, I can’t believe I found you, I don’t know that I’ll ever get enough of you.” He placed his hand lightly on my head to keep it there, adding a little pressure by gently rocking his hips.

His cock was so hard and smooth, I made
 a popping noise when he slipped out from my mouth and giggled, Alfie shouted, “Fuck!” thrilled from the vibration. “God, I love when you do that,” he husked. He became more vocal, moaning and grunting, biting his lip and hissing, especially when I rolled my tongue around his glans and apa.

A low growl came
 from his throat and he arched his back, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, I gagged the first time but learned to adjust to it. I cupped and sucked his balls, rubbed and gently scratched his perineum with my fingernails. This made his legs spread wider. “Sweet Jesus, this is too fucking amazing,” he hissed in almost a whisper.

I felt
 the skin around his balls tighten and began to suck harder, pulling his cock in the opposite direction. Alfie held my head in both of his hands now, fucking my mouth gently, but quickening the pace. He said shakily, “This is insane…I’m coming Lily, take me out of your mouth.” I ignored him, wanting to know what his seed tasted like and almost choked with the force of the hot spurt of his cum hitting the back of my throat.

I swallowed greedily
; it tasted salty. I sucked a few times to milk him, the taste wasn’t that bad. My face was sticky as some had escaped, and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand because some of his fluid had leaked out when he filled my mouth.

Alfie stood
 there, with a just fucked smirk, playing with my hair and commented, “Where did you learn that? You blew me away honey, literally!”

Then
he fell back on the bed with his eyes closed. I could see a pattern forming already, and smiled. I reeked of sex, the bedroom reeked of sex, he reeked of sex, and I needed to brush my teeth.