Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy) (15 page)

I took the cloth from him and repeated his actions, washing the sticky ice cream away. I smoothed his long
cock, which felt so silky soft but so ridged at the same time, as I stroked the soap bubbles over it.

As I was doing this,
 I saw some feeling in him that he would never admit to. There were fleeting torturous looks, longing and affection in his eyes. He kept leaning into me, burying his face in my neck, breaking eye contact before I could fully recognize what he was feeling.

I cupped my
 hands and washed the soap away and crouched down taking his cock in my mouth, sucking gently. He threw his head back against the tiles with a dull thud, his face skyward. His lips parted in his own moment, and he moaned softly, “Oh honey, damn… I… God,” then hitched his breath letting it go in a slow hiss.

He tugged at my arms, pulling me up and shook himself dry with the towel before reaching over, and tearing a foil packet with h
is teeth.

He rolled
the condom down his shaft with care. His breathing was ragged as he looked into my eyes. “Sexy girl,” he cooed and dipped his head, resting his forehead on mine before closing his eyes for a few seconds.

Alfie
 dipped down and picked me up, pushingme against the cold tile wall of the shower.  He held my ass cheeks, then lowered me on to him. I glided slowly down the length of him as he sank himself deep inside of me. “Oh, God… your little pussy is so tight,” he growled.

“Fuck
,” I gasped as he filled me to my core.

He leaned back, holding my gaze as he thrust leisurely in and out of me. “You don’t have to stroke my ego by calling me
your god,” he teased jokingly.

My
eyes widened and he smiled. I smiled back and dropped my head to his shoulder. Alfie held me while I made soft, barely there sounds, moaning with pleasure.

His movements
 inside me were slow and unhurried. He kissed my neck and mouth, then after a while he began to increase his speed. I was bobbing up and down, his strong arms holding me in place.

He began chuckling softly a
t the noises I was making, some from the ecstasy I was feeling, some from giggling as it tickled. Alfie scolded me, “Stop it, Lily, I’m getting tickly.”

He moved faster and harder, then slowed
up a little to make it last. As my muscles began to clench around his thick cock, he began fucking me as hard as the shower and his strength of holding me up would allow.

He was grunting loudly.
 “Don’t stop, Alfie, yeah, just like that, just like that…” When we both came we were breathlessly clinging to each other.

“Lily, fuck.”
His head crumpled into my neck and he growled, “Goddammit.” 

He leaned into me, still supporting me against the tile wall with just his body,
his hands now against the wall. We stayed there for a minute, still breathless and panting hard.

He slowly slid out and carefully placed me down, before sliding us to sit on the shower floor. He turned and kissed my head and pulled me close for a hug.

Alfie recovered quicker than the previous times, and he stood up and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and left the bathroom without speaking to me.

When I came out of the bathroom to look for my clothes, he had flipped the mattress over and was making the bed with fresh sheets.

I began picking up my clothing and he turned to look at me. “You don’t have to go home, it’s really late.” I didn’t know what to say, so continued to pick my things up off of the floor. “Stay, I’d like you to stay,” he sighed.

“Why?” I think I meant to think this, but it came out anyway.

Alfie ran his hand through his hair. “We both know what this is, Lily. It’s just that I don’t want to think of you running around at all hours because of me.” I stood and watched him make the bed, not sure of what to do.

When he finished what he was doing, he slipped between the sheets and patted the bed. “Come on Lily, it’s really late
, and we don’t have to get up early in the morning. Wouldn’t you prefer to snuggle than having that ride back?”

I was tired and
 curious to know him better.
If I stayed would I learn more about why he was like he was?
I nodded. “No sex though,” I warned as I crawled into bed and hugged myself. Alfie made no attempt to touch me, despite his enticement of snuggling to get me to stay.

He turned his back to me
, and I felt disappointed. The mixed messages he sent me were messing with my head. Within a few minutes I could hear his slow, even breaths. Alfie had already fallen asleep.

I sighed,
 thinking I should have gone home. Instead, I was lying next to this stunningly handsome complex man who took my breath away, and I know I’m in denial now, because it would be really easy to want more with him.

He was
 this amazing guy who connected with me physically like no one else ever had. Made me want to do things I never would have dreamed I would. I could have him in my bed whenever I wanted him to be.

The snag was with no strings attached. My heart cracked a little when I admitted this to myself, because I knew that ultimately I wanted the whole hearts-and-flowers romance.

I was a world away from that with him and found myself getting upset when I realized I’d never have that with him. Alfie’s attitude toward sex slightly perturbed me, with his lack of emotion and his charm that switched on in private and off in public.

I found myself wondering if something had happened to him, for him to be so
 adamant about not getting into a relationship. He may just be detached and disassociated from his feelings. I nestled down in the bed, pulling the comforter up under my chin.

I knew before we started this that it wouldn’t last, but I’d been foolish to think I could handle something like this.

I turned to face him because this was the side I usually fell asleep on. When I did this I could feel his body heat radiate toward me. The smell of his fresh bodywash on his just showered body drew me to him, and it took everything I had not to slip my arms around him and nuzzle close.

A tear rolled down my face
as I thought about the fact that we could enjoy each other’s bodies in the ways that we did, but a caress without sex was unacceptable as it intimated affection.

“You’ve ruined me
.” The words of a barely there whisper from a dream I didn’t recall having woke me up. I had a headache; my throat and mouth felt dry from the champagne.

I remembered where I was
, and it was so hot. Alfie’s legs and arms were tangled around me. He was cuddling me, his arms wrapped firmly around me, one hand softly caressing my ass cheek.

My face
 was buried in his chest, my arm draped over his hip. I swallowed hard and lay there for a few minutes, listening to his steady heartbeat and smelling his scent.

I enjoyed the feel of his soft skin. His deep breaths wafted over my forehead, as he slept. I peered up trying not to disturb him. His beautiful features were relaxed
, and he looked peaceful.

His lips looked so succulent I wanted to press mine
against them while he slept. I tried to free myself and his eyes fluttered, he tightened his grip, readjusting himself, to get me closer. His hand slid up to cover my lower back, keeping me in place.

He opened his eyes slowly but made
 no attempt to free me. “Hey,” he cooed and smiled slowly as he looked down at me. He pulled me back into him. His erection stirred on my belly when he did this.

It was too comfortable lying beside him though. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. I was in danger of tearing up so I pushed free of him. “I need to use the bathroom.” I rolled over and pushed myself off of the mattress.

I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands and wished I hadn’t stayed over, facing an awkward morning-after thing, and my clothes were still on his bedroom floor.

I considered asking him to pass them into me, but I knew that would ju
st make a bigger deal of things. So I cracked the bathroom door open and stepped back into his room. I picked up my clothes and began to dress. “Hey… what’s the hurry, honey?”

“I want to get home, Alfie. I have stuff to do today.” He looked
disappointed but didn’t try to dissuade me from leaving. “Can you call me a cab?” I tried to make my mood sound light when I asked this.

“Okay, you’re a cab
… is this a new fetish?” he smirked.

When he saw that I wasn’t
laughing, he sighed. “I’ll take you home, Lily.”

I shook my head. “I’d rather go by
cab.” Again, he didn’t push it.

Throwing back the sheets, he got off the bed, and began walking around naked, his morning wood standing proud. When he found his tablet, he looked up, found a numb
er, then dialed it on his cell.

He took some jeans out of the closet, pulled them on
, and disappeared downstairs, leaving me to finish putting my outfit on. When I went down, he was in the kitchen, the radio playing, and he was busy singing along and making himself an omelette.

He twisted around to see me,
 switched the stove off, and leaned against the counter. His gaze followed me coming down the staircase. “Thank you for last night. I had a great time with you.” He folded his arms over his chest, rubbing his left pectoral muscle, and he smiled at me.

I don’t know why, but I sounded cold
. “No, problem Alfie, I had a good time too.” His smile slipped for a moment, but was soon back in place as he moved toward me and put his arms around my waist.

“Why don’t you spend the day here?”
 I felt it was a strange offer, especially with the no-strings aspect of us. I would have stayed in a heartbeat, if I thought that he felt anything toward me.

But he d
idn’t. “Well, maybe this is all you can think of, but I have other stuff that holds my attention just as much,” I teased, trying to sound lighthearted. “Besides, I’m meeting Will later. We have some stuff to discuss.”

As I was saying this,
 the cab he’d called for me pulled up. Before he could come over in my direction again, I was out the door and seated in the cab.

He stood holding his front door. His head turned and followed the cab until I lost sight of him. I sat back in the seat and let out a huge sigh, closing my eyes. This didn’t feel as uncomplicated as I
had expected it to. I made a note not to stay over again.

I arrived back at the apartment shortly before Holly and was freshly showered, sitting in my bathrobe
, when she opened the front door. She was sneaking in with her shoes under her arms and froze when she saw me.

I burst out laughing. “What are you like? Where have you been?” I
asked, still giggling. Holly rolled her eyes.

“Oh, honey, I’ve been in heaven.” Then she laughed so loudly, I had to shush her
so we wouldn’t get any complaints from the neighbors.

“Ok
ay, come on, dish the dirt,” I said. 

“
Well, honey, I’m not sure I want to share with y’all yet,” she teased. I scowled and crossed my arms.

“Holly, you have been complaining like a drain that we’ve all been having orgasms and you were in A
rizona, or somewhere, remember?”

Smirking, she
raised her eyebrow. “I was?”

I started laughing and waved my hand away
. “Okay, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. Please keep your sordid details to yourself.”

She grinned,
 and pretended to look dejected. “Oh, that’s not fair, I do want to tell you!” I twisted my lips as if I was considering whether or not to allow her to do this.

“Okay, let’s top up the orange juice, grab some toast
, and I’ll feel like I’m at the movies.” She chuckled at me.

“Go do that hone
y, I need to pee, be right back.” And she sashayed off to the bathroom.

We settled down to breakfast
, and Holly gave her account of last night. “Well, Brett, as you know is gorgeous, six feet three inches, big dick, big hands, big…” I giggled.

“I get it Holly,
Big Brett,” I finished for her. We both laughed.

She bit into her toast and continued
, “Okay, so he asked me to go for a late drink; his friend has a bar. We sat after hours, talking for a while and just connected. We have so much in common.” She smiled.

“He’s an oil man like my daddy, but he’s taking some time
off right now. Anyway, I ended up at his place, and he was the best lay I’ve ever had honey. I’ll definitely be going back for seconds.”

I blushed at her as she lay back on the chair fanning herself with her hand. Holly finished gushing about her night with Brett and
yawned, then took herself off to bed. I went to dress and caught sight of my outfit.

I had dressed like the girl I wanted to be today. I wanted to be taken seriously for my music, not for
my looks.  I had to find my confidence without power dressing, except for the occasions I actually performed.

I pulled on a plain baggy blue top and jeans, my hair scooped back in a low ponytail. The only makeup
was confined to a touch of mascara and lip gloss.

I picked up my guitar case and slung it over my shoulder
, stuffing a notation book and some music theory notes in my backpack. I bit an apple between my teeth and headed off to campus.

When I drove into the parking lot Will was sitting on a concrete bollard. He sprung up and headed for my car. “Hey. Lily! I was hoping you’d turn up today.”

I smiled at him. “You read my mind I was hoping the same thing of you.  I don’t have your cell phone number yet.”

We smiled, swapped cell numbers
, and discussed how well everything had gone for us the previous night. Will was delighted with the feedback we got. Apart from the offers of bar work, a guy had approached him about playing an instrumental with full credits on a track he was recording.

I was so pleased for him.
 I hugged him spontaneously, and he hugged me back. As we were wrapped around each other Alfie’s car swung round and parked in the lot, right beside us.