Love with Every Beat

by K. L. Shandwick

  Hearing Lily work another swallow, she drew a breath and said, “You won’t have to worry about Will. That was definitely a one-time experience that won’t be repeated.” Sitting up, I took her my face in my hands, and she straddled me. We hugged tightly.

  “We have to work, honey,” I whispered. We did, she had made me into someone I didn’t know anymore, a guy with all these feelings and emotions.

  “I can’t help the feelings of rage and jealously at the thought of you with those other guys.” Talking about them with her devastated me.

  Chapter 37 – Making Up

  “Maybe the other guys would never have happened if you had been honest with me Alfie. We’ve both made mistakes, some more extravagant than others. You’re it for me. I don’t want to have sex with anyone else.”

  “I don’t want you to worry about it, either. I’m yours.” Most definitely, I could never see myself being with any else now, the sex between us was like nothing I’d had before. I had my share of fucking women in the past, and I’d never had the feelings I had with Lily. “I’m sorry, Lily… for everything,” I whispered.

  Leaning in I kissed her, pouring all my feelings into that kiss, and Lily moaned her appreciation, “Mmm.” Chuckling, I ran my hand down her naked back and cupped the bells of her ass.

  Surprising her, I pushed her back and positioned myself on top of her, settling myself between her legs and rubbing my jean clad erection into her pussy. I growled. “I didn’t come here to fuck you tonight,” I said leaning my forehead on hers and staring at her.

  “You think I’m going to lay all that heavy shit on you about Kara and Gary, and go ahead and have sex with you afterwards? That would be me just taking what I wanted without considering your feelings.” I knew I was selfish, but not that selfish.

  Lily smiled. “Wow Alfie, genuine consideration for my feelings, I’m touched.” She ran her hands over my back holding me in an intense, silent gaze.

  “What if I wanted to?” Fuck, I was done. My mouth crushed hers, and before I knew it my hands were running all over her. Lily and I were groping and grabbing at each other. Rolling her onto her stomach, I pulled her up onto her knees, her ass in the air and my mouth was on her pussy, licking and sucking the length of her seam. She was dripping with juices, and I groaned heavily in ecstasy.

  “Fuck, you’re so ready for me, I’ve missed this,” I said, sitting back on my heels and raking my fingernails down her back, drawing them to her sides. She shivered, moaning loudly, and it sounded fucking amazing.

  “So responsive, did you feel this with the others?” I knew I was being a bastard but I had to know.

  Lily shook her head. “Say it!” I ordered. She turned her head around to look at me.

  “Alfie, no one has ever made me feel like you do.” Still I wanted more from her.

  “Describe what you feel to me,” I commanded.

  “When you touch me, it’s like a thousand volts of electricity coursing through my body. The pleasure is almost unbearable.” I was so turned the fuck on. Grabbing hold of my dick, I started stroking myself. Lily was watching me, and she turned to face me and took my dick in her hand and pushed me back down onto the mattress.

  Skills I had taught her and some she was a natural at, Lily was amazing when it came to sex. Sucking my balls, she took her time, stroking my length, using just the right amount of pressure and pace to make it different each time.

  “Ah, Jeez,” I hissed. “That feels so fucking amazing.” Lifting my head to see her, those huge eyes staring up at me and that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick, there was nothing that compared to that. Apart from when she came.

  “Take me in deeper, babe,” I coaxed. She drew my dick in further, and my hips arched instinctively at her mouth, pushing my dick in further still. I was losing control and began rocking and thrusting, my hand curling into her hair, gathering it in a messy pony tail.

  “Out,” I ordered. Much more of that and I’d have cum, and the only place I was doing that was inside of her since she’d given me the green light. Flipping her back on her knees, I was rubbing my dick up and down her entrance again.

  Positioning myself, I began to push my dick inside, penetrating her slowly, the speed feeling torturous, but eventually she relaxed and the final glide was smooth and deep. “Oh, so fucking tight.”

  Rocking gently into her then slowly pulling myself out and rubbing my dick down her seam. Lily was wriggling and wiggling her ass at me, her pussy twitching, waiting to be filled again. Pushing in again she clenched and unclenched inside, making my dick thicker with every push. Lily moaned, “Yeah, like that.” The way she said the words was thick with seduction.

  Continuing in the same, slow pace, making her wriggle and push back into me, building the anticipation for a faster rhythm. Pulling out of her, I flipped her over, turned on the nightstand light and faced her. “Look at me,” I commanded.

  Lily’s gaze was intense. Watching her face as I took her was everything. Eyes that widened then half closed, mouth that opened in a silent scream, then relaxed and smiled up at me. And finally, the words telling me I was pleasing her, “Oh, yeah, like that… mmm.”

  “Promise you won’t cause me any more hurt, Alfie,” she whispered, staring at me.

  “I won’t. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve never wanted to hurt you. I just want to make love to you.” Continuing my unhurried pace, I wanted to own her completely.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” I demanded.

  “Yes. I am.” Lily’s short answer wasn’t enough for me. Lacing my fingers in her, I lifted our hands above her head.

  “No, say it properly,” I growled in frustration at her.

  “Alfie, I’m yours, only yours.” My heart swelled with love when I heard her admit it, feeling euphoric at her admission.

  “Mine,” I repeated.

  Claiming Lily, I picked up the pace, thrusting into her possessively.

  When we had both cum, I pulled her tightly to me and inhaled deeply. “You’re mine, Lily, you wreck me. No one else touches you and no more barriers for us, Lily,” I growled angrily. We were going to do this and nothing could get in the way. We fell asleep still wrapped in each other’s arms, and it was the best sleep I’d had in weeks.

  Waking the next morning was everything I’d ever dreamed of. Lily was lying with her head level with my dick, and she was playing with and exploring my morning wood.

  Gentle sucks, and then she took me out of her mouth and blew on my glans. She licked it again then licked then slowly took my dick back in her mouth again. I groaned croakily with pleasure.

  “Ahhhh…morning to you as well,” I smirked. Seeing Lily in the mornings all messy and smelling of sex was an incredible aphrodisiac.

  Her playful mood was such a turn on, and she took me in her mouth again. Growling, my head turned to the side, biting my bottom lip, as I tried with all that I had not to fuck her mouth.

  My pelvis had other ideas and was rocking in the direction of her mouth anyway. She moaned, and the sensation from the vibrations made me growl. “Face…you,” I muttered, tapping her thigh, wanting my mouth on her pussy.

  She laid across me—her face level with my dick, her pussy at my face—and I dug my fingers in, pulling her ass back until her pussy was on my mouth, my tongue hardly touching her, but making her soaking wet.

  Sucking greedily, Lily worked my dick so hard. “Holy shit,” I hissed and widened my legs further apart, groaning. “So fucking sweet, you’re incredibly beautiful, inside and out,” I whispered and growled again, my mouth moving back to her entrance, my tongue ridged and probing.

  Before long Lily needed more, and I pulled her back onto my face suddenly and sinking my tongue deeply inside of her, and fucked her hard with it, but it still wasn’t enough.

  “I need you, inside me, Alfie,” she whimpered and sounded pathetic. “Please Alfie.”

  Lily placed a condom over my dick then straddled me. My hands cupped her breasts, and my fingers rolled
her nipples into little buds. I lifted my head and flicked them with my tongue.

  From behind, I felt her soft moist flesh and slid a finger inside. “Oh, Lily, you’re so ready for me.” Leaned forward, Lily rocked on my cock and kissed me, my hands finding and tangling in her hair, her fingers doing the same to my hair.

  “I love you, Alfie,” she whispered.

  “Of course you do, what’s not to love?” I teased her.

  Tickling her, she giggled, and I grabbed her hips raising her to her knees and took her fast. “Ah, Fuck.” Damn that felt awesome. “You okay?” I asked staring into her eyes.

  Slow sensual movements between us, rocking each other’s world off its axis, me pulling her down on me, her grinding down on me, kissing her so thoroughly she was panting when I released her. “I’ve been waiting all my life for you, you’re mine,” I whispered. I just hadn’t realized it until then.

  “I’m so glad you waited for me to be yours,” Lily whispered back smiling, and I flipped her over.

  Over the next few days, Lily and I continued to test each other. There was another drama with Kara the same morning when we were woken by her in yet another panic about her safety. I’d had to leave Lily to deal with it, and she’d had to trust me.

  Whether that had anything to do with Lily accepting Will and Mandy’s invitation to go dancing or not, I don’t know. Seeing Will, and being in the same room as him, was tough. And really, I wanted to knock the fuck out of the guy for taking advantage of Lily the way he had, but I figured the best way to deal with it was to make sure that he knew in no uncertain terms that Lily was mine.

  Perhaps I should have punched him just the once for self- satisfaction but he got the message of how much she was mine, when I couldn’t control my feelings around Lily at the club.

  Snickering as I remember now, Lily and I got all hot and horny that night. Desperate for her, I had her right there in the club. Bouncing on my knee…well, on my dick, her legs covered by my shirt, she was incredible, my little risk taker, all moist, hot and tight around me.

  We didn’t get time to finish, but damn, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever done. And right when we’d stopped, Will looked over and began walking toward us off the dance floor. Noticing Will watching us, I could tell from the look on his face, he knew what we were doing. Going dancing, seemed to be a turn on, thinking about our previous escapade in the club in London.

  Sure, I’d had sex in the same room as Drew and Des; I was in a rock band for fuck’s sake, but this…it wasn’t a quick screw with someone I could have cared less about. This was Lily, my girl, and the thought that she would do that with me, for me, in a place like that, made me as hard as hell.

  We’d left the club right after that and barely made it through the door before she was up against the wall, with me thrusting into her hard and fast and her trying to hold on. Three rounds of lovemaking later we were sated and passed out on the bed.

  Chapter 38 – Rock Chick

  “Alfie move over,” Lily coaxed softly. Pushing up onto my hands, I lifted myself off of her, and she moved from under me. Collapsing down again, I stretched out my wood needing to penetrate something.

  “Morning,” I said sleepily and turned my head to one side, peeping up at her, one eye open and damn, her breasts were almost eye level, and she had the sexiest smile on her face. “Put them the fuck away or I’ll have to jump you again.”

  She folded her arms across her chest still smiling, “I’m not fucking you this morning. We’re going to make music, Lily.”

  “What time do you have to be there?”

  “They’re not coming.” I chuckled at her confused face, because she thought I meant band rehearsals, and I couldn’t wait to tell her the next part.

  “We’re making music,” I stated deadpan.

  “Alfie I can’t play with you. That’s just ridiculous.” Damn, she really had no idea how good she was.

  “It’s official Lily, I cleared it with the college. You are on my schedule for a three day workshop. Get some coffee down me, and I’ll fill you in. Oh, by the way, do you have any cinnamon rolls in the freezer; they are just the best thing to sort out a tequila hangover.”

  Lily gave me a worried looked, “What is it? What are you thinking about? Correction, overthinking.” Lily was blushing.

  “I can’t make music with you. I sound so childish in comparison.” Exhaling hard, I crawled up to sit beside her.

  “You’re gonna make me sound amazing.” I smiled slowly.

  “You already sound amazing.” She twisted her lips at me. Then looking down, she started grinning.

  When I looked down and saw my wood was pointing at the ceiling, I smirked as well.

  “Pull your mind right back out of the gutter, Lily. I know little Alfie wants to play, but big Alfie is fighting for control here. Get your pretty ass in the shower, and get dressed, we have some studio time in two hours.” I pointed in the direction of her bathroom.

  Careful about being seen with Lily, I had arranged to meet her in the studio, excited that I was going to be making music with her as well. That was the first time we got to show each other what we were capable of.

  Having heard her play, I was intrigued at how deep her musical theory was, and what her main influences were. No doubt about it, Lily’s ability was exceptional, and I wondered why she didn’t realize that.

  Setting my guitar down, I began to listen to the music I had been carefully choosing to suit Lily’s voice. Placing the chunky padded headphones on I sat back closing my eyes, letting Chrissie Hynde’s voice take me over for a few minutes. “I’ll Stand By You” was the perfect song choice for Lily’s voice.

  I believed that she had the tone and the range to carry it off, but at the same time, the quirk in Lily’s voice would make it just that little bit more edgy and relevant for today’s kids.

  Opening my eyes when the song finished, I was excited to see that Lily had arrived. I hadn’t heard her come in. Pulling my headphones off, I smiled slowly. Conscious of the covert cameras in the studio, I didn’t touch Lily, when in reality my body craved to do it. The cameras were installed because there were hundreds of thousands of dollars of equipment in each studio, and I wasn’t going to take any chances to touch her in case we got caught.

  Lily was both knowledgeable and innovative in her music. It was obvious immediately that she had a sound grounding in composing, and an even better flair for taking risks in an effort to find an original sound. We spent five hours in the morning session, and like me, she had pitch perfect hearing. More of a collaboration than a lesson really, she was a dream to work with.

  During the session we discussed how she could gain the maximum range and tone from her voice and how to improve her singing technique. I was confused why Lily was a nervous singer, her sound was unique and she had a rock chick quirk to her voice that was so fucking sexy, it made me hard when she sang certain notes.

  Actually, most things about Lily made me hard, but the combination of Lily and music was fucking epic.

  Disappointed that I had to send her for lunch without me, I hung back in the studio doing some stuff for the band. Besides if I clapped eyes on that fucker Will again, I was likely to do him some damage. It was one thing having to tolerate him in the club with the others, but if I met him on his own, it might be a totally different story next time.

  Registration rang the phone in the studio to tell me I had a visitor. Once she explained who it was I had her send her to the studio. Carla was my sister’s friend who worked for Sly Records here in town. I was excited both to see her and hear what she had to say.

  Mr. Hughes from Sly had spoken to us on the phone, and Rick Fars had offered Crakt Soundzz the use of his legal team to support us. We couldn’t afford fancy lawyers, and Rick didn’t want us to be ripped off if they had decided to offer us a deal. Previously, I had a call when we came back from London to say that they were meeting today to see what they were bringing to the table. Being with Lily,
it had slipped my mind.

  Seeing Carla again was weird, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. She had turned out to be a stunning looking girl, and I could see why Sly Records had her as one of their Public Relations people. Smart and beautiful, Carla had been my sister Layla’s best friend from the age of six, so I had seen her with her baby teeth, no front teeth, to braces on her adult teeth to the stunningly perfect smile she was now sporting. All the while she was talking, I was staring and thinking what a great job her orthodontist had done.

  She was so familiar to me, kinda like the favorite sweater you never thought about until you couldn’t find it. This was the feeling this girl always gave me. Of course she’d had a crush on me for a long time, but I never crossed the line. That would have been like fucking my sister, plus my sister would definitely have had my balls if I had messed with her best friend anyway.

  Slender and leggy, she swept in the door and flung her arms around me. Giggling and talking at ninety miles an hour, I laughed because this was the same ol’ Carla. Status hadn’t changed her, and she was as personable and down to earth as always. I was glad about that.

  Too many people let status and power go to their head. Forget where they came from, and that was definitely a bad thing. Advice my mom gave me, be kind to those on the way up, because they would be your best friends when the going got tough. Never forget you were a person first and the title second. Be true and humble and that would guide you. Smart woman my mom was.

  Feeling awestruck by what she was telling me, all I could do was sit and grin…and nod. That was it. No words would form, and I knew there were a thousand and one questions I’d remember after she was gone, but at that moment I couldn’t think of one damn thing to say.

  The gist of her visit was that Crakt Soundzz was being signed, and we were going to London at the end of the month to start recording our first album. Fuck.

  Before I knew it, she was leaving, and I still hadn’t said much at all. Cards and information packs were being sent to the house by courier later that day so I had to read it, and then call her with any questions I had. When she left I slumped in the seat and stared at the wall for a moment. Damn. We’re a signed band. Huh.