Love with Every Beat

by K. L. Shandwick

  “Drink, Alfie?” I dragged my eyes away from the pair of them to look at David. “I’ll have a beer, anything on tap…and a neat Jack chaser.”

  Jack swung around to look at David. “Great idea, Alfie. David, make her a long-haired redhead and a fast runner,” Jack joked, and once again, I couldn’t get my head around this guy. He was all over Lily like a rash one minute and mauling women on the dance floor and making jokes about ordering women the next. WTF?

  Still pondering this, I heard Jack speak. “Dance with me, Lily.” Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her away from me onto the dance floor leaving me standing with another friend Emily. Seeing the way Jack was so familiar with Lily was killing me. His hands were trailing over her body, and she was looking so fucking comfortable with what he was doing.

  “So what’s the deal with those two?” I said, turning to face Emily.

  She grinned. “Oh, Alfie, if we knew the answer to that one we’d bottle it. Amazing isn’t it?”

  It is? Numb, I stood there like some dumb fuck having no answer to give her. No it’s not fucking amazing, it was pissing me off, and my temper was at an all-time high. And to top it off, Jack was brushing her hair away from the nape of her neck, pushing it to one side in front of her, and I wanted to break his fingers. What this guy was doing for my reputation as a lover not a fighter was ridiculous.

  My feet were moving before my brain caught up, and I was striding toward them. By the time I got there, Jack was kissing her neck. I slapped my hand hard on Jack’s shoulder and felt his legs buckle slightly.

  “Do you mind if I cut in, dude?”

  Instead of backing off, Jack looked at Lily to let her decide and when she didn’t object he said, “Sure, whatever Lily wants, man.” He ran his finger over her cheek and walked back over to the bar, with me staring after him for a moment before I turned my attention to Lily. And when I did, I was stunned at how beautiful she looked and more than that, how she was looking at me.

  Taking a few seconds out, I worked a swallow and thought how I should proceed with her. There she was. Right in front of me. Lily. And I was able to hold her. Damn. Swallowing hard again and thinking, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with this woman. Her friends were all watching from the side- lines. No doubt observing how I was conducting myself, waiting for me to fuck it all up and judging to see whether I was good enough for Lily. Probably not in their estimation.

  Lily must have sensed my nerves and thought I was paying attention to her ‘no hands policy’ for the night. She placed her hands on my hips, and my dick was instantly solid.

  Not being able to touch her had been increasing the anticipation for what I would do if I could. Lily just touching my hips had made my hormones to go berserk. Overpowering feelings—lust, want, need—all of it swamping me. Making me feel desperate to have my arms around her.

  Dancing with her in front of everyone was a blessing in disguise, because if there had there been no one else there, I think we’d have lasted seconds before we were naked.

  Swaying with her on the dance floor after she had turned her back to my front was the hardest of all. My dick was bursting in my jeans and there was no doubt in my mind she felt what she did for me.

  From the way she was wiggling her ass against me, she was having as hard a time as I was. There was no way I could hold her hips, I’d have lost control and rocked into her, so I laced my fingers in hers. It helped to restrain me from getting out of hand.

  Spending the evening with her friends wasn’t as hard as I imagined it would be. They were actually a great bunch of people. Jack was funny but still as confusing as fuck.

  When Lily’s friend Elle arrived, and they began doing shots of tequila. Jack slapped Elle’s ass, and she scolded him. It seemed Jack’s tactile approach wasn’t limited only to Lily. Although, I hadn’t heard Lily complain to him the way Elle did. They clearly didn’t have the same boundaries around Jack.

  As the night progressed everyone became more relaxed. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with that. Lily began to look differently at me. Longingly. And it almost broke my heart that I wasn’t able to do what I wanted.

  Slumping back against the wall, Lily bent one leg at the knee and placed her foot against it. The laced edging of her black hold up stocking and the barest amount of thigh was peeping through the slit of her dress. I couldn’t figure out if it was a deliberate attempt at seduction or not, but fuck I was seduced in any case. My lips curved in a smile, Lily looked perfect. How could I not smile? I loved what I saw and damn, I wanted more.

  “I want you to kiss me, Alfie.” As soon as she said those words the beat of my heart was stronger, faster and harder. The rhythm becoming irregular and I felt heady. Lily’s eyes were full. Lust, want, desire—it was all there. Seducing me with an intense stare, the pink tinge in them saying she wanted me. Telling me she wanted me with her body. Damn!

  Once I had realized it wasn’t just in my mind, that she really was giving me consent, I dropped my forehead on to hers, my fingertips stroking her lips. Not really believing I was there doing that to her. Her breath smelled of tequila, but her body smelled of Lily. Her smell. Lily’s lips parted slightly and all I really wanted to do was snake my arms around her, cup her fabulous ass and pull her hard against me.

  When her tongue trailed across her bottom lip, a groan tore from my throat. And my tongue wet mine in preparation to kiss her. Our bodies were completely in tune. Nothing I was doing was a conscious reaction. It was as if her actions were controlling mine.

  Brushing my lips over hers, I then pressed my closed mouth harder against hers. When her tongue flicked out and stroked over my bottom lip, I was done. Tilting my head I took her mouth, my tongue invading it and curled hers. Lily gasped softly with pleasure and the sweet sound of it was so erotic. “Fuck.”

  Each time I was with Lily, our chemistry seemed to be more intense than the last. Placing my hand against the wall by her head, I was keeping track of myself, trying to slow the pace down. Desperately needing to feel her in my arms, but afraid to do something that would mess it up. I needed to feel her in my arms; I ached to hold her.

  So when her hands slid up my back and into my hair gripping a small fistful, the buzz ignited my need to a level that was getting harder to fight. Groaning loudly, my kiss became hungrier—I needed more.

  Kissing Lily consumed me. Made me hard; made my heart swell. Hands; itching, even though I had promised not to touch her, I was desperate to. So I let them fall around Lily’s waist and slip to her lower back. One was holding my beer bottle so I had one palm resting on the base of her spine and the one with the bottle holding it in place, making me aware not to let it wander.

  She had set boundaries, and I was determined to keep to them. This was a question of trust, but fuck if it wasn’t killing me. All I really wanted was my palm against her pussy. My fingers coated with her wet, sweet juices.

  Lily had thrown me down a challenge knowing how difficult we found it not to touch each other, but kissing her wasn’t enough for me. Tasting her mouth wasn’t enough. The intimate taste of Lily was what I craved more than anything.

  Memories of how her body tasted began flooding into my mind while I was kissing her. My imagination became a riot of color. Remembering the damp, tacky, feel of her skin and the salty taste of it, when our sex had been hard and fast. How hot and moist her swollen sex felt when I aroused her. When Lily was wet and open, ready for me. How I felt when my fingers swept down from her clitoris and sunk inside her soft, moist flesh and how tightly she gripped them once they were in there. Damn.

  Conscious I was beginning to lose control, I traced the bottle around to the slit of her dress. Technically, I wasn’t touching her, but I needed to do something because what was happening was fucking torturing me.

  Seeing Lily fighting back her own feelings toward me, the sexual chemistry it was creating between us was so fucking hot. All I wanted to do was slide my hand up her dress and my finger
s deep inside her hot sweet pussy, to satisfy my wicked, sinful mind. Watching the look on Lily’s face, I knew that she’d have let me as well.

  I could feel my control slipping, so I broke the kiss. Lily was almost panting she was so breathless and aroused. And fuck…I wasn’t much better. We were practically humming, an arc of electricity going back and forth between us.

  Assessing the scene around us as I took a swig of my beer, I noted the crowd of people maybe five feet in front of us. They were like a wall in front of us, and where we were standing was a discreet dark spot. The atmosphere was buzzing, and there was heavy bass music and the pulse of that beneath our feet was kind of exciting. For me, it heightened the sexual tension.

  My mind was working overtime, I needed more than what we were doing, but with no hands there was no way for me to excite her. However, as I looked at the edge of my beer bottle an ingenious idea formed.

  Glancing back at Lily, I was biting back a grin.

  “What is it, why are you smirking?” Hell I knew I was going to be taking a big risk, but watching how turned on Lily was…I figured she’d let me do just about anything to her by that point. Besides, I knew she wanted more, she just didn’t want to go back on what she said.

  There was no way I was persuading her to leave with me, taking her back to the hotel and fucking her just because that was what we both needed. She’d leave again in the middle of the night and that would set us right back to where we started.

  “I can’t touch you with my hands… that is what you said, isn’t it? But… I feel you want more. Regretting that decision, Lily?”

  And there it was again. That little chin jutting up in defiance, Lily was biting her nose off to spite her face,

  “Nope…no hands.” The look of regret on her face was painful, and I almost laughed.

  Instead, I leaned my head to rest my forehead on hers again; my favorite position for watching her eyes and how they reacted to my touch. I was willing her to change her mind, to tell me to touch her. When she didn’t I groaned deeply.

  “Pity, cuz I really want to taste you.” Lily blushed and dropped her eyes briefly before meeting my gaze again in another lusty stare, and her body was trembling slightly

  Tilting my head I kissed her again. It was impossible to keep the passion at bay, and my hungry kiss was unleashing all the pent up feelings I’d had about her since she left to come back to the UK. Lily moaned from deep in her throat, and it tore all the way down to my dick. Pre cum oozing into my boxer briefs, I growled low as I deepened the kiss. She was driving me wild with desire.

  When I broke the kiss, both of us were breathless. My eyes fell to the slit of her dress, and I murmured in her ear, “Sooo, fucking sexy.” Shaking my head, I began to stroke the top of the beer bottle back and forth at the apex of the slit. Lily shivered, and I slid the bottle inside and teased it at the top of her stockings.

  One hand on the wall, I leaned in again and kissed her on the lips. I had taken the beer bottle away and wasn’t touching her anywhere else. Lily was writhing against the wall, so turned on and needy, she lost it and grabbed my shirt, bunching the material in her closed fingers and pulling me closer.

  She was so fucking turned on, her breathing a soft pant, her pulse racing. Her come- to- bed eyes oozing with the sexy thoughts she was having about us. Taking a swig of my beer, I smiled slowly over the bottle, when I drew it away, she saw staring intensely at me, a smile playing on her lips as well.

  Lily’s breath hitched when I placed the bottle against her thigh again. She tensed, paralyzed by the anticipation of me not touching her. This was a new concept for the both of us. I slid the bottle through the slit again until it was over the soft flesh of her pussy and smirked when I saw the look on her face. She was so sinful looking, ready for anything.

  My face dropped down to her neck, and I bit and kissed between her collarbone and ear gently. She shivered and the leg holding her weight buckled slightly. Feeling her trembling, she pulled away, but her body hummed for me.

  She pulled back to look at me and questioned me about what I was doing. “Alfie?” Seeing how she was looking at me, all hot and horny, made me want to tear into her. I didn’t but the thought made me feel even more desperate, and I realized I was biting my bottom lip between my teeth.

  “Hands, Lily… I’m not using them,” I murmured before taking another kiss, devouring her with it.

  Dragging the bottle downwards, I ran it from mid-thigh all the way up the inside of her thighs. My knee pushed her stance further apart to give me more room for what I now had in mind. Whether she’d stop me, I wasn’t sure about that.

  I placed the bottle mid-thigh on one of her legs, drew it up toward her heat, and repeated the action again on the other. My motion was slow, deliberate, and Lily didn’t stop me. Just kept her eyes on me.

  I surprised her when I pushed back the seam of her panties and moved the bottle over her clit. Watching her reaction was so hot, like a great porn scene, seeing her lust-filled hooded eyes widening, and she was biting her lip. Her rapid shallow breaths just added to the scene.

  Gliding the bottle back and forth across her clitoris was sensational. I could feel her hardness with each little vibration as I moved the bottle. She moaned loudly, even in the club I heard her, her head lolling to the side. And fuck if I didn’t want to sink my dick into her there and then.

  She was getting excited and what I was doing was working for her, so I sucked gently on her neck to help her toward a climax. She was so turned on and wanton that her knee fell completely to the side, submitting to whatever I had in mind for her.

  Drawing the bottle down toward her entrance, I teased and stroked around it, I just kept rolling the bottle over and over around her entrance, but I’d have never invaded Lily’s body with an instrument or toy of any kind.

  Being in a band I’d seen and done most things, there are some fucking kinky people out there, but as far as Lily was concerned, the only things I wanted in her pussy was my dick, my tongue, or my fingers.

  Teasing her entrance made Lily desperate, her hips thrust, and I leaned in and took her mouth again, this time in a punishing kiss. She was wild by this time, gripping my hair with one hand and raking her nails down my back with the other. So much for her no hands rule.

  When I broke the kiss again, Lily was panting, and I almost laughed as her body physically shook from the eroticism of my bottle. I took Lily to the edge tonight, but I never made her cum. As far as that was concerned I wanted Lily to want more with me.

  So, I brought the bottle to my face, inhaling her scent, and brought it to my lips so that I could taste and lick her essence from it. It was so sweet, and I prayed that we’d have more time together.

  Lily was watching me, she was so far gone, that her hand rubbed against her mound, I smacked my lips together. “So fucking…tasty.

  “No doubt about it, honey, the beer here is the best fucking beer in the world.” I grinned and winked at her, then when I saw the look on her face I couldn’t help but kiss her deeply again.

  I thought we’d gotten away with it; our erotic encounter in a crowded place, until a guy bent over in passing and said, “That’s one fine bottle opener you got yourself there, man.”

  Comments just like that when I was on tour were commonplace and had it been about any other girl I’d have probably found it funny, But I was more concerned about how what he said affected Lily. When I looked at her, she was mortified at first but when she smirked at me, I figured she wasn’t that worried about it.

  Lily’s face was flushed, and I bent my head so that my mouth was next to her ear and kept her up there by flirting with her. “No hands honey, that’s what you said, and I kept my word.”

  The look on her face was priceless, and I couldn’t help but smile. I tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind ear. “So…. That’s the one thing you’ll have to learn about me, Lily, I’m fucking resourceful when I have to be,” I said placing a chaste kiss on her lips and winked
again.

  “Do we have time for another beer?” I asked before smirking and chuckling because it sounded like a loaded question after what had just happened. Lily’s mind was in tune with mine, and there was an uncertainty about her that made me feel bad, because I knew she wanted more.

  Leaning against the wall beside her, I could have easily have suggested we left the club.. Determined to do the right thing this time, I pushed myself off the wall and headed back to the bar instead. If I hadn’t, I knew we’d be spending the night together, and she’d be waking up full of regrets.

  After our hot moment, Jack seemed to take charge for the rest of the night. There wasn’t any conversation between him and Lily that I could see, but I wondered if he had seen what had happened. He was definitely using the group to keep me distant from Lily for the rest of the night.

  Leaving the club, Jack’s tactile approach to Lily was more than pissing me off, but it wasn’t one-sided. Lily was fully invested in their behavior, even cuddling him inside his coat while I was standing like a fucking lemon beside them.

  Jack chattered nonstop, so that I couldn’t get a word in edgeways, and I was freaking the fuck out at the way he was cock blocking me from her.

  She was no better. Lily had been so with me against that wall in the club, yet there she was behaving like the stuff in the club between us just hadn’t happened. Worse than that, I found myself dumped on the sidewalk at my hotel while she rode off in the cab with Jack.

  My instinct was to call Jack out and tell him I wasn’t stupid, that I could see what he was doing, but I had to rise above it and focus on the prize. Spending more time with Lily. When the cab dropped me off, I kissed her goodnight, but I still wasn’t ready for the night to end and leaving her in the cab with Jack was the last thing I wanted to do.

  “I’ll call you later,” I said, gesturing my head toward Jack, in a so- long- nod, and got out of the cab. It seemed like we were always leaving each other. We never actually spent that much time together not having sex. The restaurant and on the mini bus traveling to Orlando were the only times she’d really talked to me. Apart from the one night when we had watched movies together.