Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy)

by Shandwick, K. L.

  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, cuz 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 this. 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!”

  He 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.

  Alfie had tears in his eyes when he told me about it. The script writing around it could only be read by people who were intimate with him. It said, “We look down on each other Mom.”

  He explained that he put the angel on the muscle under his thumb, so that when he strummed his guitar, he would always be reminded of his mom, who taught him to play, and who died when he was eighteen.

  The last thing she had said to him was, “Always remember I’m looking down on you honey, and you will never feel alone.”

  I felt that this creative gesture was an amazing memorial to his mother. It definitely didn’t lend itself to him not doing the emotional thing he kept banging on about. When he spoke his eyes clearly displayed his changing emotions, and it was the only serious feeling I’ve seen from him.

  I was fascinated by his eyes and how they displayed his changing moods. I’d never known that before with anyone else. They shined when he was being playful, had a definite glint when he was being cheeky and flirty, and were more hooded and darker in his seductive phase with a much more vibrant green and serious look, depicting his raw lust.

  Watching him lust after me turned me on so much. I was watching him watch me and seeing the effect my body had on him when I was just lying there. He seemed so into me when he was with me, and I wished that we could have this relationship all the time instead of hiding away.

  I was having the time of my life when I was with him, yet I wasn’t allowed to feel anything emotionally. I knew that I would have to play it cool for Alfie to continue to want me.

  I was under no illusions that if I was to suddenly express anything other than a physical attraction for him, he would be gone, and I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

  CHAPTER 14: DES s ERT DES S ERT

  He sat up, sitting back on his heels. “Hey, I nearly forgot… you want some ice cream?”

  I bunched my brows and looked at him incredulously. “Now?”

  He grinned widely. “Oh, hell, yeah, especially now!” he replied animatedly, before grabbing the bag of supplies.

  He pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and scooped some out with his fingers. “Here,” he said. He pushed some of it into my mouth with his fingers before I could protest.

  It was runny and had begun to melt. Some ran down his arm almost to his elbow. He quickly tried to lick it, but I grabbed his arm and licked and sucked his arm clean. He shuddered at my touch, “Stop. This is my trick,” he scowled at me.

  He took some more ice cream in his fingers and fed it to me again. The coldness was stark contrast to the hot, sensual feelings of arousal running inside of me.

  Alfie’s mouth was on mine as soon as he’d scooped ice cream in it, licking and sucking my tongue and lips with his hot mouth. It was so hot. I moaned long and loudly, “Ohhh.” He drove me insane with the feelings of lust he was triggering deep inside me.

  Shivering, he gave me chills, and my folds were swollen as my sensitive flesh ached for him. The whole thing was so erotic. His hand fell between my thighs. “Aha. That turned you on a little, hmm?” My lust filled eyes locked into his, and I was pleading with him to take me.

  I was so wet and ready to have him inside me now, and I couldn’t stop squirming. He took some more ice cream and smeared it on my breasts, it was freezing. “Argh, oh, God, don’t…” I squirmed again trying to crawl and get away.

  He pinned me down by my hips, chuckling, and licked off the cold, melting ice cream. He sucked my nipples, and the sensation was incredible. “Christ.” He licked around my areola and sucked hard, sometimes chuckling at me when I squirmed, sending pangs of ecstasy to my loins.

  He scooped more onto my stomach and used his tongue to lick it into my belly button, then his mouth formed a vacuum over it as he sucked it out again. His cold hands gripped either side of me. “Don’t worry,” he whispered playfully. “I’ll be sure to lick you clean girl.”

  I shivered and shook, my blood was on fire. “Please Alfie. Please I need you inside me,” I pleaded as I squirmed and writhed around. He continued to hold me in place as he enjoyed my body.

  Suddenly he sat up, offering me a reprieve, and opened the champagne. “Want some?” He waved the bottle from side to side. He popped the cork, and it banged loudly.

  Alfie didn’t blink when it fizzed and overflowed onto the bed. The cork disappeared toward the oak dresser in the corner of the room. He quickly put his mouth around the neck to try to catch it, but it was too fizzy and the gas forced some out of his mouth as he chuckled.

  He took some champagne in his mouth and spurted it into mine. I swallowed a huge mouthful, a trickle escaping from my mouth. The alcohol burned my throat a bit on the way down.

  “That’s better!” he said, pouring more into my belly button and licking and supping at the little puddle he’d made. “You taste so sweet honey! You’re ruining me, you know that?” His voice was serious and ragged when he said it.

  I tried to protest. “That’s not fair, you are driving me insane here with all of this, and I don’t get to do anything.” Alfie pulled himself away and flopped on the bed, lying semi recumbent, with the champagne bottle in his hand. “Oh, so you do want to play now, eh?”

  He poured a little of the champagne down his chest and gestured at his belly. “Go on then, give it your best shot!” I sat up and put my hand in the tub.

  The ice cream was really runny now, and I scooped some out dripping it into spots on his belly to mingle with the champagne already there. He screamed, and bent double.

  “Ah, not so bold now are you?” I teased pushing him back. It was good to be in charge of him for a few minutes.

  I smeared it up over his chest and stomach. “Jesus Christ, that’s freezing…oh…fuck.” His mouth made a silent scream of shock. I giggled as I licked and sucked my way down his body as he replicated the effect it had on me, intermittently shivering and moaning.

  Alfie’s eyes met mine. “Oh fuck, honey,
you are so fucking incredible. How did I live without you?” I hesitated when he said this. I swallowed and shook his remark off as heat-of-the-moment and dragged my tongued all the way down his happy trail, stopping short of his cock, which twitched.

  I ignored it, smearing the ice cream all around his groin and inside his thighs, each time stopping short of actually touching his cock.

  He began stroking my shoulders and hair, and he kept trying to pull me up to him. I resisted, and pushed him back down, driving him crazy with want for me.

  “I need to have you now.” I smiled, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

  “Soon…” I took the champagne and swigged some, keeping it in my mouth.

  I kissed him and allowed him to drink from me. He took some more, but before my mouth was empty, I took his cock in my mouth. “Shit! Fucking…” he muttered loudly. The alcohol burned in my mouth, but instead of swallowing it, I swished it, making the liquid froth around his glans.

  He got up and pushed me back on the bed again, scooping the last of the ice cream and smearing my labia, he pushed some inside me with his fingers. The freezing sensation shocked me, and it started to have a numbing effect.

  I screamed and shivered as he teased me with agonizing delight. His mouth was immediately on my entrance, sucking and licking, his tongue delving deep into me. He took his cold tongue up to my hard clitoris and drew it all the way down my seam to my anus.

  I screamed again and arched and begged, “No more, I can’t take it, please fuck me.” He began lapping harder and faster at my clitoris, inserting two fingers inside me.

  “Are you ready for me, Lily?” he teased and I whimpered, “Please, please, I can’t…”