It was very dark and crowded, but everyone was facing the dance floor. Our kiss lasted for the longest time, until he pulled back and took a swig of his beer, whilst I stood breathless.
A sexy smirk spread across his lips. “What is it, why are you smirking?” I didn’t know what he was finding amusing.
“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?”
I did, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. “Nope…no hands,” I confirmed, trying to sound stoic but silently kicking myself.
He dipped his head, resting his forehead on mine again. His seductive eyes filled with lust almost pleading with me to change my mind. He groaned, and his voice huskily murmured, “Pity, cuz I really want to taste you.”
Hearing his declaration made my juices flow and pool and saturate my panties. The thin scrap of fabric between my legs was sodden now.
Alfie pressed his lips to mine again, his tongue thrust deep into my mouth, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. A long, deep, feral growl tore from him, and he deepened the kiss.
When he broke the kiss, both of us were breathless. His eyes fell to the slit of my dress. “Sooo, fucking sexy.” He shook his head and touched the apex of the slit with his beer bottle and began stroking it back and forth on my thigh.
The coldness of the glass bottle sent chills through me as he rubbed it against the silk of my hold up stocking. As he displaced the slit with the bottle he caught a glimpse of the top of my stocking.
“You have hold ups on, with black lace?” His eyebrow rose, as if the surprise he had found was just for him. Well, it was really. I had dressed for him, even if he didn’t know it.
“Yeah, I wear them all the time here, no use for them in the Florida sunshine though.”
Alfie grinned devilishly. “I fucking love London!”
He leaned in and kissed me again, without touching me. One hand was on the wall by my head, the other holding his beer bottle. My hand grabbed his shirt. I twisted the material pulling him closer to me.
Alfie swigged the beer and placed the bottle against my thigh again. I tensed, paralysed as I felt him do this. He slid it through the slit in my dress until it rested on my mound. He gave me a naughty smirk and held my gaze, then dropped his head to lick up the side of my neck. Shivers riveted me to the spot, and my body hummed in anticipation of him.
I pulled back. “Alfie?” He was smiling sexily, his eyes filled with lust; he was just too fucking good-looking. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Hands, Lily… I’m not using them.” I shook my head as he leaned in to kiss me again. This was a hungry kiss, which consumed me.
He was an expert at seducing me. He kissed and probed his tongue around in my mouth and the sensation was indescribable. He swept the beer bottle neck, back and forth over my panties. I was drenched, and my hot sensitive flesh screamed for him.
He lowered the bottle and ran it from mid-thigh all the way up the inside of my thighs, as his knee pushed my stance further apart to give him more access.
He placed the bottle mid-thigh on my right leg again and slowly it crept up to my groin and back down to rest mid-thigh again. He repeated this on my left thigh all the way up to my groin.
This time he pushed back the seam of my panties and moved the bottle over my clit. My breath hitched, and my eyes flew wide.
Alfie’s face was full of pleasure and lust at my reaction. The ridge on the bottle strummed and teased the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. I moaned loudly, and my head rolled to the side.
Alfie leaned in and sucked my neck briefly, igniting a network of impulses throughout my body. Once I got over the shock of him doing this, I was so aroused.
It was so alien for me to allow someone to do anything like to me, and not be scared and repulsed at the same time. Yet, it felt incredibly hot, because it was Alfie doing it.
He rubbed the rim over my clit, and drew it down my folds. My juices were slick and in copious amounts, and he rolled the bottle neck around over and over, just about breeching my entrance.
As he did this, his tongue was again in my mouth probing and pushing me into submission. It sent me wild with want for him, but I still didn’t move from the wall.
As Alfie broke the kiss again, I was panting; my body physically shaking from the eroticism of what he had just done. He slowly withdrew the bottle, lifted it up close, and inhaled it.
I could see in his eyes how much he wanted more as he placed his beer to his lips. He licked and rolled it around his closed lips, smacking them together. “So fucking…tasty.
“No doubt about it, honey, the beer here is the best fucking beer in the world.” He grinned, winking at me. He pressed his mouth firmly back against mine in a deep passionate kiss. I had to admit, what he did was downright dirty, but the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.
I was so aroused, standing breathless against the wall. I placed my foot flat on the floor and my legs felt wobbly. I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to comfort my wet, aching core.
My heart raced in my chest, and I vaguely felt pain in my palms. I realized I had been squeezing my fists together. My nails had dug into my palms, leaving a perfect imprint there.
A tall blond-haired, muscular looking guy passed by. He smiled and winked at me, then glanced at Alfie. He leaned in to him, and spoke to Alfie in a low, gravelly voice. “That’s one fine bottle opener you got yourself there, man.”
My jaw dropped, and Alfie’s eyes widened and flicked towards me. He smirked into his bottle, which he was still stroking across his lips. The guy had been watching what Alfie had been doing to me.
A range of emotions flooded through me, from embarrassment and mortification. Heat radiated through my body, and I flushed red. Alfie turned his head and dipped it back to look at me. “No hands honey, that’s what you said, and I kept my word.”
With a small smile he tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “So…. That’s the one thing you’ll have to learn about me, Lily, I’m fucking resourceful when I have to be.” He placed a chaste kiss on my lips and winked again.
“Do we have time for another beer?” he asked, before he chuckled and smirked, which now felt like a loaded question. He pushed himself off of the wall by his shoulders, and headed over towards the bar.
CHAPTER 10 – AT MY PACE
I leaned back against the wall. Alfie was straight ahead of me at the bar. It was unusual for such a crowded place, but I had an unobscured view of him. He stood there laughing with the bartender like nothing had happened between us.
What just happened was so fucking hot, and once I got past the initial embarrassment of the guy that saw us, I decided that he only made it more exciting for me. At the same time, what I had just let Alfie do to me reminded me of how weak willed I was around him.
I needed Jack for support and to protect me from myself, as much as from Alfie. The way I was feeling right now, just looking at him, I knew that I would give myself to him willingly.
It would only take one word from him, and I’d be on my back in his bed at some random hotel room in town. If anything was to change between us, I needed help to show him that I really wasn’t that weak.
My eyes scanned over at the dance floor. Jack was still dancing with Elle and, as if he sensed me, glanced over to where I was. I lifted my arm and waved it above my head. Jack leaned in and spoke to Elle.
She looked in my direction, nodded, and they both started walking over to me. An unspoken understanding passed between Jack and me that even Elle would miss.
Jack stepped up as cock blocker to Alfie for the rest of the night. All our conversations from that point on were led by Jack, and he even dictated when we left the club.
He did this so smoothly, slinging his arm over my shoulder. “Okay, home time, are we still sharing a cab, Lily?” I smiled at his effortless ability to take control of my situation.
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“Of course, maybe we can drop Alfie off on the way.” I smiled innocently.
Elle, Sam, Jack, and I usually shared a cab home after nights out because of our respective locations to each other’s home. Jack must have had a quiet word with David and he asked Elle, Sam, and Emily back to stay at his place.
We let them take the first cab, purely because Emily was struggling to stay on her feet.
By the time our cab arrived, my teeth were chattering, and I was shaking involuntarily from the icy wind. I guessed that the alcohol had probably helped me towards being a little hypothermic.
Alfie started to move forward, but Jack swiftly crushed me to his chest and started rubbing his hands up and down my back vigorously, then did the same with my arms.
He took my hands in his and blew his hot breath into them, before opening his jacket. I walked forward, and he engulfed me inside the warm quilted material with him. My arms automatically slid around his waist as I clung to his body to get warm.
“What the fuck?” Alfie started to say. I ducked my head inside the jacket so that he couldn’t see me and smirked. I was pleased that he was ticked, now he would know what it felt like to see someone you’re supposed to care about with someone else, no matter how innocent Jack and I were.
Opening the door of the cab, Jack blocked Alfie’s path as I got inside, and I scooted over by the window. He quickly claimed the seat next to me, taking my hand for support and tucked it down between us, hidden by his coat. Alfie looked even more ticked when he learned he had been relegated to one of the pull down seats opposite me.
Jack chatted nonstop about our ice skating the day before, leaving little room for any awkward silences. My heart squeezed a little for Alfie that Jack’s actions were affecting him. I loved him and didn’t want him to feel the hurt that he had inflicted on me with his mind games.
Alfie’s face registered a resignation that our time alone was gone for tonight. “So… Lily, are we still okay for tomorrow?” His eyes flicked over to Jack, then back to me. “What time do you want to get together?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I wanted to spend time with Alfie if only to see if there were any feelings other than lust developing, but I wanted to stay in control. Jack squeezed my hand that he was still holding, and I squeezed it back to let him know that I may need him to step up tomorrow at some point.
“Do you want to come over to my hotel, and we can go somewhere from there? It’s in a pretty central location.” I immediately felt panic inside, there was no way I was going to meet him there, God knows I would be naked and in a compromising position in no time.
“Actually, I was going to say that we could go to Covent Garden tomorrow morning. We can have breakfast and watch the street entertainers. From there we can take a river boat down towards where you are having rehearsals.”
Alfie shrugged. “Sure, anything you want, Lily.” If only. I held his gaze and wanted nothing more than to curl up beside this unbelievably sexy man and for him to make me his everything, but that wasn’t an option. So anything else, apart from that, he meant. In other words, make the best of what you have with me, Lily.
It was so hard to look at his gorgeous face and not melt. I found him irresistible and wanted nothing more than to straddle his lap and to sit astride him. But I couldn’t, not if I was going to at least have respect from him.
He needed to understand that I deserved better. I stared out of the window, the effects of alcohol beginning to wear off, as was my resolve not to cave into him.
The cab stopped in front of the Marriott Hotel, and Jack piped up. “The fare is on us. You’ll be our guest.” Alfie threw him a scowling look. He crouched off the seat, but instead of reaching for the door, he knelt in front of me.
Turning to Jack he glared, “Dude, do you mind moving over?” Jack wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but Alfie leaned forward and traced his index finger along my jawline, before taking it in his hand and tilting it up so that our eyes met.
I wondered if what I was seeing in his eyes was regret. I didn’t know, but his eyes were definitely not as bright and sparkly as they usually were. They were still locked into mine though, until they dropped to my lips.
He dipped his head forward and licked my bottom lip, and I shuddered. He placed his lips tenderly on mine and gently kissed me, before his tongue probed deeply into my mouth and a soft moan escaped before I could catch it.
He chuckled softly, smiling against my lips, and his hand threaded through my hair at the back of my neck. He pushed my head forward, deepening the kiss. I whimpered, and he gave me a low groan.
I was becoming lost in him until I heard the taxi driver call out, “Okay, young lovers. Take it inside, or take it home. The meter is running.”
Alfie smiled and looked at me intensely. “Tomorrow,” he whispered.
“I’ll call you later.” His head gestured towards Jack. I was still recovering from his ravenous kiss, my breathing was rapid and ragged, and my heart was still racing.
I fought myself not to follow him out of the cab. Jack noticed he had affected me and closed the space between us on the seat again, throwing his arm over my shoulders. He pulled me in and kissed my forehead as Alfie stood on the sidewalk and watched as we pulled away. Jack sighed and rubbed my arm.
“I’m staying at your place.” Jack was staring at the back of the cab driver’s head. I turned my head, looking up at him with tears in my eyes again.
“Damn it, Lily. You never cry! Yet it’s all you’ve done since you’ve come home because of him. You’re not staying alone tonight, you’re too vulnerable. If anyone is in your bed tonight, it’s going to be me. If I don’t stay you’ll be in a cab over to his place within the hour.” He was right. I would be, if Alfie asked me.
Jack paid for the cab, and I went ahead to open the front door. As I opened it, the hot air from the hallway rushed me, feeling like a big comfortable duvet being wrapped around my skin. My parents weren’t home, but the timers had made the house warm and inviting with soft lighting.
Jack went straight to the fridge and I smiled. “Jack, my mother will freak if you eat any more of her Christmas stash of food.” He smirked.
“Nah, I only have to give Roslyn one of my panty dropping smiles, and she’d feed it to me.” I chuckled but wanted to gouge my eyes out when a mental image of that popped into my mind.
Jack took charge. “Okay, in the shower with you! I don’t want you cuddling up next to me smelling all sexy after that tongue fucking he gave you in the back of the taxi. For one, you’re too cute, and secondly, I’ve been drinking. Jack and drinking equals horny, remember?” Jack winked at me, and I blushed, horrified at his crude comments.
“What? It’s true! Christ, I had a boner just watching him do that, so God knows how the poor guy got himself off of the floor and out of that little cab door.”
I knew my feelings were raw again, but I was trying to deal with them differently this time. Jack knew exactly how I needed to play this. After all, he had been a player himself for a long time. He knew how Alfie thought, and that was invaluable to me.
It seemed like there was a cryptic rule to these games, and Jack was my code breaker. I smiled at him. “I guess I’ll shower then, I’m not having your man- whore pole part scattering seed around my lady garden.”
Jack’s eyes grew wide. “Jesus, Lily. You’ve been corrupted over there in the US. You never even blushed this time.” I giggled and shrugged.
“I guess I’m just growing up. I’m heading for the shower.” Jack was already busy loading two plates with a mixture of foods from the fridge.
He spread nachos on a plate and was dolloping salsa dressing and sour crème, and sprinkling grated cheese from a bag, at the same time. The grill glowed behind him, and I could tell he was going to make me feel like I’d eaten a mattress by the time I crawled into bed tonight.
I closed the bathroom door and heard my cell text message alert bleep. I resisted the urge to stop and go back t
o read it. I knew it would be from him…Alfie. I turned the faucet on and let each sharp little jet of water massage my back.
It had been so amazing to see him today. My heart leapt when I saw the look on his face when he first saw me in Greenwich, and his kisses absolutely melted me.
As I washed between my legs, I thought about the stunt he pulled with the bottle. I couldn’t help but smirk; he could definitely rise to a challenge and his improvisation was fucking sexy.
I stepped out of the shower, taking my bath robe off the hook from behind my bathroom door. I wrapped my long wet hair in a towel and padded through to my bedroom.
Pulling out a t-shirt and short pyjamas, I dug in my bag for my cell. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and flicked the screen of my phone to unlock it. As I thought, there was a text from Alfie.
SEXPERT: is the coast clear, can I call you now?
I hit the call button, and it rang once before he picked up. “Hey,” he cooed. His voice was like a treacle, all gruff and sensual. I knew instantly he’d been asleep.
“Sorry, Alfie, I only saw your message now. Did I wake you?”
He inhaled sharply. “Nope…yeah.” He chuckled. “I was lying here thinking about you and fell asleep. I thought maybe you were doing the same about me.” I grinned. He was thinking about me.
“I just got out of the shower. We’re not ready for bed yet.”
“We?” Alfie’s voice rose slightly.
“Jack and I were just going to eat again. Jack has the munchies when he’s drunk.”
Alfie’s voice cuts in urgent. “Wait! He’s there with you? What the fuck is he doing still with you?”
I stifled a giggle at his reaction. “He’s sleeping here tonight.” I heard him take a deep breath.
“Why?” he hissed as he exhaled. “I thought we were going to spend time together.” I smiled, he sounded annoyed now.
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