Everything I want: Will Alfie and Lily's love survive?... (26 page)

By the time we arrived home in Miami, Alfie was in meetings arranging Crakt Soundzz’s upcoming tour. Alfie’s band had just recorded a new album before we got back together, and their tour dates had been arranged months ahead of
that.

Supporting for Crakt Soundzz and Cobham Street was a daunting prospect, and we had twenty-two dates over a four week period. At least I was going along with Alfie this time, and we’d actually spend every day together when XrAid was supporting them for some of the tour an
yway.

Alfie and I would wake up together at the very least. We were both on a natural high about this and about spending time with Elle and Drew as well. This was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. Best of all, traveling by bus, we’d have nothing else to do but be toge
ther.

XrAid had a ten day hiatus before we went on tour again, so I used the time to catch up with my ‘non band’ friends. I saw my bandmates for rehearsals, but we didn’t socia
lize.

Three weeks on a bus on the road, and we were sick of the sight of each other. We needed to recharge and regroup before we began living and breathing life on the road again toge
ther.

Cody had turned into a bit of a drunken man-whore during the three weeks away. He was like a horny teenager with some of the women that threw themselves at
him.

Most shocking from the tour was when I opened the dressing room door and felt like I’d stumbled onto a porn set. Three naked girls were getting down with S
hawn.

One had her ass in the air, folded over the sink. Shawn was giving her a vaginal examination with his tongue. Another was rubbing her breasts near his face, and his junk was in the mouth of a third. When he’d heard the door open, he lifted his head, looked me in the eye, and smirked. Just smirked. Before turning his attention back on with what he was doing, like it was nothing. Guess Shawn must have taken my advice on the gli
tter.

After that display, I really didn’t worry that he may occasionally hear Alfie and me, we were in a normal relationship, unlike the less-than-natural stuff that seemed be going on in his sex
life.

We all worked on our tans by sitting by the pool to catch some last minute sunshine. Being the middle of February and freezing in Europe, we were stocking up on vitamin D to carry us through the rest of the wi
nter.

Tour demands meant we had to stay fit and healthy. That, and we had to be image conscious for the pictures that would be taken of us during the next m
onth.

Chapter 26
– Bareback

C
obham Street’s tour had started three days ago. XrAid was performing at twelve dates with Crakt Soundzz and ten afterwards with Cobham Street. Their support act, Bubble Card, was to join Crakt Soundzz when we swapped over in Ham
burg.

Alfie’s band was due to finish the tour a few days before Cobham Street, and we’d planned to meet up in London to see my par
ents.

XrAid, apart from me, was so excited to be going to Europe and acted like a bunch of kids. On stage it was a completely different matter, their dedication as musicians was never in question. Apart from their musical ability, all of them had shown me brotherly love and provided protection ever since I’ve known
them.

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 X
rAid.

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 c
ards.

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 helico
pter.

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 incl
uded.

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, exc
ited.

“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 overd
rive.

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 breath
less.

“More excited now?” he te
ased.

“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 comma
nded.

I creased my brow. “Ask you
what?”

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

“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 aroun
d 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 wick
edly.

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 w
ater.

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 n
otes.

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 br
east.

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 watc
hing.

“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, sto
p it.”

He chuckled and dipped his head to my ear. “I have very particular tastes.” He winked, grinning devilishly a
t 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 o
f 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 f
loor.

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 m
outh.

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

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 ont
o 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 toge
ther.

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 gig
gled.

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 ha
rder.

“Uh, huh.” He gri
nned.

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 to
ilet.

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

I frowned, “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 chuc
kled.

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 price
less.

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 wer
e 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 m
usic.

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 circula
tion.

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 t
o 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 mo
ment.

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 so
ftly.

“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.