Everything I want: Will Alfie and Lily's love survive?...

by K. L. Shandwick

  When the day came for us to board the jet, Digs was quiet. I knew that he was going to miss his family; they were really close. We’d had a long chat one night when we were in Chicago, and the last tour was the longest they had ever spent apart. Digs had gone to the same college as me, but dropped out when he was offered the chance to play with XrAid.

  We were flying on the label’s jet to begin the tour, and I was surprised to discover that none of the guys from XrAid held a passport. They explained that they had never flown outside of the USA, so only needed their identity cards.

  They didn’t understand why we didn’t have those in the UK. Lennon was like a child with his and worried he’d lose it. He was excited, because he was going to London and excited to see my dad who had promised the guys a tour of London in his helicopter.

  The label limo picked us up one at a time, and by the time they collected me, all the guys were sitting in the back. My place was nearest the airport. I could feel the excitement radiating from them, and wondered if it would still be there by the time they had spent eight hours in the air.

  Both bands were flying together. The Global 8000 record label jet had nineteen seats. There were nine of us in the two bands, plus Elle, Keiron, Jerry, and two Crakt Soundzz management guys. We also had an official photographer, reporter/blogger, and a publicity guy. We were a full house once the two cabin crew were included.

  Alfie was already aboard when I arrived; his band was high profile so they were driven directly onto the tarmac. We cleared customs the minion way. He had already taken the two seats near the back of the plane and pulled me into his arms as soon as I reached him.

  “Hey,” he cooed. “Excited?” Well, I’d been doing just great until I saw him, but my heartbeat was racing and I just wanted to crawl inside him, so yeah, excited.

  “Mmmhmm, yeah, a little.” I smirked. He hooked his fingers through my belt loops and tugged me closer, his mouth closing in on mine. The sudden electrical sensation, and the skill of his tongue on my body, sent my erogenous zones into overdrive.

  Kissing Alfie was definitely a multisensory experience; he smelled incredible, he tasted of spearmint chewing gum, and I couldn’t begin to tell you what the exchange of bodily fluids in my mouth was doing, except to say it was wreaking havoc between my thighs. He drove me crazy with want and left me breathless.

  “More excited now?” he teased.

  “Uh huh, that’ll about do it,” I muttered smiling against his mouth, swooning, and still trying to catch my breath. He chuckled and pulled me down on his lap.

  “Ask me,” he commanded.

  I creased my brow. “Ask you what?”

  He snickered. “Ask me if I’m excited.” I smirked at him, he was being playful.

  “Okay, Alfie. Are you excited, honey?” He nodded, and his mouth breathed into my ear. He whispered, “Today, finally, I get to be a rock star and join the mile high club.” I looked around at all the people sitting around us.

  “Um, no. No, you don’t,” I hissed quietly, giggling with my eyes flicking between the seats to see who heard him.

  He nodded. “I’ll win, you’ll see.” He said, winking wickedly.

  Alfie let me sit by the window so I settled in the seat. Cabin crew were super serious, taking us through all the usual life jacket… emergency door stuff, while I sat wondering for the thousandth time as I have during all the other flights, what use was a life jacket if you fell from 33,000 feet.

  I’ve tried to jump twenty-five feet from the diving platform in the public pool and hurt myself, so I doubted I would be alive by the time I hit the water.

  I looked at Alfie who was paying no attention at all and glanced at Lennon who might have been either writing a song or taking notes.

  When the flight took off, everyone began to relax. We’d been given drinks and pretzels, and afterwards I fell asleep. I did it all the time when I got on a plane, something about the waiting to get airborne tired me out. When I woke up, Alfie was kissing my neck, and his hand was under my sweater, cupping my breast.

  Cracking my blurry eye open I muttered, “Did you lose something? My eyes darted past Alfie quickly to look at Cody’s row, across from us, to see if anyone was watching.

  “Relax,” he cooed. “No one can see us,” he whispered. The way he whispered excited me, sending shivers down my spine, and my nipples pebbled under his touch. Alfie moved to the side so that his back was shielding us, and he licked up my neck.

  “I so want to suck this,” he whispered slowly, sexily, as his thumb brushes across my right nipple. “Fuck,” he husked. By then, my panties were soaking wet; so turned on by how horny he was.

  My fingers curled round his hand and pulled it from under my sweater. “They’re bringing food Alfie, stop it.”

  He chuckled and dipped his head to my ear. “I have very particular tastes.” He winked, grinning devilishly at me.

  As plane food goes it was excellent, a really tasty pasta with a fancy Italian name, which had been prepared by a famous chef. As usual with plane food, there didn’t seem to be enough of it.

  The little chocolate dessert was to die for, and I ate Cody’s and Elle’s too. Alfie didn’t eat his but wouldn’t give it to me either. I started to think maybe he thought I was getting fat, but he assured me that my figure was perfect to him.

  Once we had all eaten, the atmosphere on the plane changed and the cabin lights were dimmed. There were reading lights for everyone, but only Elle’s kindle and the PA’s tablet at the front of the plane glowed, as well as the blue pathway lighting on the floor.

  Everyone else seemed to want to sleep, but I was wide awake due to my nap before dinner. Alfie’s hand swept over to find me, and he laced his fingers with mine. Smiling at me, he dipped his forehead to mine. “I love you, Lily Parnell.” I smirked. Playful Alfie was fun. This was my favorite Alfie-mood.

  He leaned forward and licked my lips. “Mmm, I can still taste chocolate,” he murmured next to my mouth.

  My tongue swept over his lips. “It was so good, Alfie,” I whispered sensually.

  Taking out the little cup he’d stuck in his pocket, he peeled the silver foil off of the top. He dipped his index finger in and scooped a little onto it.

  “Want some?” he teased. I smirked and opened my mouth as his chocolate-loaded finger poked into it. “Suck.” The way he said it, almost as he exhaled, the word was barely there, was such a fucking turn on. I closed my lips around his finger and sucked it hard.

  Grabbing my hand, he placed it over the bulge in his pants. “Feel what you’re doing to me with your mouth. Fuck,” he growled quietly, leaning forward and sticking his tongue in my ear. Damn, he was rock solid. I licked and sucked his finger, and he pulled it out. It made a small popping sound, which made our eyes dart around to see if we’d been heard, as we chuckled quietly together.

  Alfie scooped more of the dessert and smeared it across my lips, then scooped some into his mouth. He bent his head and began kissing me. I giggled, it was sticky, and I would have bet my shirt that there was chocolate over half my face by now.

  “Stop it.” I giggled.

  He chuckled again and continued with his wet, sticky kisses. “I want this on your other lips.”

  My eyes flew wide. “Absolutely. Fucking. Not.” My mouth was in a silent O, and he chuckled harder.

  “Uh, huh.” He grinned.

  I shook my head. “You’re fucking nuts, if you think that’s going to happen here.”

  Alfie looked down the cabin, his sneaky peeks adding to the intimacy of the moment. No one was moving. He stood and quickly unclipped my seatbelt. “Move, no one is looking.” He pulled me into the toilet right behind our seats, the little concertina door was struggling with both of us in the tiny toilet.

  He had a shit-eating grin on his face at his achievement. “Now then, where were we?”

  I fr
owned, “We were figuring out how to explain that both of us were in the toilet together, Alfie.” I half giggled but felt embarrassed as well.

  He scratched his chin as if he was trying to figure out an excuse. “Well they’ll all think we’re doing it now if they were watching, so we may as well.” He chuckled.

  He was right, if anyone saw us, no matter what we did now, they would think we were going at it in the tiny toilet. We were standing hard up against with each other, and the look of joy on Alfie’s face was priceless.

  He lifted me onto the little sink and began to pop the button my jeans. The look in his eyes as they flicked between me and my zipper was all I needed to know. We were definitely doing it, no matter what.

  When my jeans were open he lifted me down again, and shucked them down my hips, dragging my panties with them. It was a real job to get them down to my ankles, but when he did, he bent me forward and turned me until my ass was in the air, and my shoulders were resting on the toilet seat.

  His head was between my legs, which were draped over his shoulders, but still confined by my jeans. He smirked down at me. “So…” He pulled out the half empty chocolate dessert and put his finger in. “Where were we?”

  I couldn’t believe how ingenious he was. He had me right where he wanted me, but at that moment, I was very glad his creative talent wasn’t just confined to music.

  He dipped his head and licked me. “I need to taste you first, then the chocolate. Don’t worry I’ll leave some for you as well.” He winked, and that was the last funny comment he made.

  After that he was all about giving me pleasure. He was sucking in little pulses on my clit with his very talented mouth, sucking hard and soft, licking firmly and feather light, until I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out in that position. I was seeing stars and could feel the blood rushing to my head.

  I was trying to catch my breath when he smeared the chocolate over my labia and inner folds and began the task of pleasuring me again. This time his moans drove me wild, the vibrations and soft lapping and slurping noises of his tongue flicking over me were heightened, and I shuddered with almost all of my body when I came.

  He growled and kept licking me, until I told him that I needed to be upright because I was beginning to get pins and needles in my legs from the lack of circulation.

  Alfie somehow righted me and slipped his fingers inside. “Are you going to come again for me?” he asked as his fingers made come- to- me motions toward my G spot, and I was a melted mess in front of him. My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall because I had nowhere to go.

  He turned me to face the mirror. “Look, you’re so fucking beautiful right now.” I was staring at myself in the mirror, and my hair looked like I’ve been in a fight. I had chocolate still smeared over part of my lip, a bit on my chin, and some on my nose. My face was still flushed from being practically upside down, and I was seriously questioning Alfie’s perception of beauty at that moment.

  He shuffled me around again and sat me down on the toilet. I jumped with the shock of the cold plastic toilet seat under my ass. I look up at him. “Fuck, you’re amazing, honey,” he whispered softly.

  “Now for your reward.” He pulled his jeans down just enough to expose his rock hard cock and handed me the cup of chocolate. “Knock yourself out, honey.” He chuckled

  I giggled and took it, smearing it over his length and around his balls, then set to work. Alfie was moaning and hissing, his head rolled back, and he was leaning on the far wall. His hands splayed wide against both walls of the toilet. Licking slowly from base to tip, my tongue fluttered over his apa. Intermittently, I sucked the tip then took him deep.

  “Fuck…goddammit, just like that,” he hissed and growled. His head was moving from side to side. I looked up at him, and he shook his head.

  “Good girl. This feels so fucking good. You do that so fucking perfectly,” he muttered and bit his bottom lip. Right before he came, he pushed my head away.

  “Here.” He stood me and turned me so that he was sitting on the toilet seat now, his jeans at his ankles. He licked his fingers and began to tease my clit. My back was to him. I was still drenched with my juices and Alfie was turning me on all the time.

  He started to draw me back into his lap, his cock nudging at my entrance. “Please, Lily,” he pleaded. I knew what he wanted and had no hesitation this time. My body relaxed, and he eased himself inside me. It felt incredible, tight and hard, but slippery, at the same time.

  “Fuck…damn… this feeling’s like nothing on earth, you feel so fucking good,” he growled. It was a low guttural sound into my hair. He moved my hair to the side, and I began rocking on him. All the time he was whispering how much he loved me, what he wanted to do to me, while he kissed my neck, nibbling and giving me small sucks.

  After a few minutes he raised me slightly and started to move faster under me until he was eventually pounding into me, and I felt tingles that told me that I was not going to be able to hold my release back. “I’m coming.”

  Those words from me seemed to be all the encouragement Alfie needed. “Do it!” he commanded, and I did, with him beginning to shudder under me as he chuckled softly into my neck. “Welcome to the mile high club, honey,” he cooed breathlessly.

  Tidying up nearly took as much energy from us working in the small space we had, but luckily we had face and hand tissues and a mirror. So when we did eventually get out of the toilet, our appearances looked normal.

  Alfie smirked. “Do you want to go out first?” Did I? If I opened the door and someone was watching us, I thought I would drop dead on the spot. Okay, maybe that was bit dramatic, but I knew I’d be mortified. “Well?” Alfie was staring at me, and I knew I just had to do it.

  “I’ll go first.” He smiled and kissed my nose. “Atta girl,” he said, pulling me back for one last kiss. He clicked the latch, switching the toilet from engaged to vacant, and launched me back into the cabin.

  Chapter 27 – Playing with the big boys

  It was early morning when the plane arrived in Warsaw. The tour was working from East to West, top to bottom, of each country, and we had a lot of traveling to do.

  Thick, compacted snow lay on the ground, crunching under our feet when we ran from the tarmac runway, through the wiring fencing, and into the SUVs that took us to the hotel. Freezing clouds puffed out of our mouths as the hot air from our lungs hit the coldness.

  I had a few layers of clothing on, but when I looked at the XrAid guys, they weren’t prepared at all for it being this cold. After being transferred and settled in, my bandmates headed for the spa to sit in the hot tubs; they were chilled to the bone.

  The accommodations were good as some countries go. After being in India during my gap year, a shower that wasn’t reliant on cold water pouring from holes in a gasoline water holder was luxury to me.

  Some of the tour was by bus plane and the rest by bus, depending on the distances involved. Alfie was delighted about our bus having two double beds. I couldn’t wait for that part of the tour; us just spending time together without other demands.

  We spent the evening eating and discussing what we needed to do because tomorrow we’ve all got a long day with sound checks, various interviews, and the meet and greets that were planned.

  This was in addition to the concert itself. I was really nervous, because I’d seen Crakt Soundzz play several times now, and I hoped that we wouldn’t let them down. Alfie told me that even if I wasn’t his girlfriend, he’d have XrAid supporting them on tour.

  Alfie had just gotten out of the shower and was walking around, his semi hard erection wagging back and forth. I was drying my hair with a towel when he saddled up behind me.

  I turned to look at him. “Hey,” he cooed. I smiled and sighed, that word from him always made my heart melt. “Hey, you.” I grinned back.

  He smirked, but it stretched into a grin, h
is dimple showing. I always fell in love a little more each time I saw that. “So…”

  I smiled. “So…”

  Alfie scooped me up and tossed me gently on the bed. “Poland,” he said deadpan. I nodded. “We need to get memories, I have my camera. We need to get up tomorrow morning early.” Two images needed to be replaced, one of him in the Old Town, and another at Lazienki Palace.

  It had slipped my mind about Alfie’s vow to replace the pictures of the places he’d been alone with one of me by his side. Smiling affectionately, I felt bad. Touching his face I said, “I’m so sorry I wasted all that time without you, Alfie.”

  He scowled and shook his head. “It definitely wasn’t time wasted Lily, look at you. Painful as it was, I would do it again, just to see you where you are today with your music.” Hearing the pride and heartfelt support for my choice to study made me even more confident we’d make it together.

  Alfie started chuckling heartily about what we’d done on the plane. We thought no one had noticed what we did, but the both of us admitted how hot it had been to do something so sneaky.

  He grabbed my jawline ad kissed me roughly. The following hour was of fun in bed, and I had no doubt that Alfie loved my body. We fell asleep still tangled up in each other, belly to belly, so close together. He was hugging me so tightly, like he was afraid to let me go. The last thing I remembered was him kissing my hair and sighing deeply.

  I woke to intermittent buzzing noises filling the room. Alfie’s alarm on his phone was cutting into the dark and silent room.

  It was just after seven in the morning and still dark outside. Alfie leaned across me, and his arm brushed over my breasts as he grabbed his cell. “Damn, that’s painful.” He winced.

  I raised my head thinking he was hurt. “What is?”

  He chuckled. “The morning,” he grunted and snuggled under the covers, grabbing me and pulling me tightly to him.