Everything She Needs (The Everything Trilogy) (17 page)

“Mine
… we’re going back to mine. This is our night, and I’m taking charge.” Alfie looked at me with a don’t-you-dare-try-to-defy-me look.  I wanted to be with him anyway; it felt right for the first time ever.

I still wanted answers, but right now, I felt that Alfie really wanted to be with me, and despite his protests of no emotional involvement, I had felt that
he had some feelings for me, on some level.

I just wasn’t sure what it meant. I had been looking out of the window
, thinking, when his voice broke into my thoughts. “Hey, where did you go?” I turned and smiled up at him. His eyes were twinkling, a smile on his lips.

“Just thinking.”
I returned his smile.

The SUV pulled up outside his hotel
, and the doorman opened the door for us. Alfie got out first and turned, taking my hand to help me. I shivered with the cold after being in the warmth of the car as the night air hit me. Alfie pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around me, and I rested my head on his collarbone

We entered the hotel and crossed the reception foyer to the elevators. Alfie’s grip on my hand was wonderful. He made me feel safe. The elevator car arrived
, and we entered the softly lit space with mirrors surrounding it to keep feelings of agoraphobia at bay.

The doors met behind us, and Alfie pushed me back slowly towards one of the mirrors. He kissed my neck
, and I moved my head to allow him greater access to it.

“Finally!”
he growled, his breathing ragged. “I’ve waited six fucking days to have you to myself. Six days for my hands to touch your beautiful body properly. Have you any fucking idea what that did to me?” Yeah, I’d been suffering as well.

The elevator dinged its arrival on Alfie’s floor. It was a short ride, and Alfie pulled
me along behind him, walking so fast it was almost a run for me. He swiped his key card and a green light and small click signaled we could enter his room.

He pushed the door open and pulled me
inside, letting the door spring back and close on its own with another click. He dipped down, his hands reaching for the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head in an instant. My core pooled at his swift movement of lust for me.

He reached over his back and pulled his
t-shirt over his head; he looked so sexy doing that, and pushed me quickly back onto the bed, crawling astride me. He crushed his mouth to mine, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth.

“Fuck, Lily, I’ve missed how your body feels so much
,” he muttered as he began pushing his thumbs under my bra and lifting it to expose my breasts.

He appraised my body and licked his lips. “So fucking sexy, you feel so fucking incredible
. Look I’m shaking.” He held out his hand, and I could see how his body was humming, finely tuned and ready for action on me.

His hands felt incredible on me too, his slightly calloused fingers gripp
ing my nipples, making them pebble, sending a rash of goose bumps through me and making me ache to get closer to him.

“We need
less clothes, much less… now,” he murmured and growled. He sprung off the bed, and shook himself out of his jeans. I reached around to unclip my bra. “No…me!” he hissed. He pulled me to him, kissing me hard. I moaned into his mouth, and his eyes widened, as they locked into mine.

Alfie sucked my bottom lip, as his hand expertly undid my strapless bra, his hand pulling it away, and drop
ping it at the side of the bed.

He broke eye contact, his tongue tracing down my neck to my collar bone, as his hands glided up my sides and cupped my breasts from underneath.  The pads of his thumbs grazed over my erect nipples again. “
Your perfect little body is mine,” he whispered.

His tongue flicked my nipples
, and he took one in his mouth, sucking strongly, making me flinch in both pain and pleasure at the same time.

The connecting nerves between all of my erogenous zones caused my core to ignite, sending my juices into overflow. I gasped, “Oh,
God.” And his eyes flicked up to mine.

“I am so
gonna do you,” he said playfully, smiling naughtily whilst moving his hands down to place his palms inside my thighs.

He pushed them apart and bent my legs at the knees, raising one over his shoulder and allowing one to flop to the side. He stared at me again, and gave me a knowing grin. I smiled.

He looked so sexy and seductive down there, between my legs. He stretched out with his legs hanging off the bottom of the bed, smiled and ran his nose the length of my slit. “Why do you smell like no one else? Your scent is heavenly,” he growled.

His tongue touched my clitoris. I moaned his name loudly
, “Alfie,” as my legs spread wider in response. He flicked it once and pulled his head up to see my reaction and grinned, his dimple showing.

“So, so wet for me, Lily.
You’re always so wet,” he whispered before placing his tongue back on me.

He lapped and licked the length of my slit. His tongue and mouth made me shudder and groan with pleasure. “Your taste, fuck
, I can’t ever get enough of you,” he muttered almost to himself.

It had been two weeks since the night of the college Christmas party in the bar, when I had gone home with him.

I never thought I would want to be in Alfie’s bed again after that night. He was like a drug to me, I’ve never needed anything from anyone the way I needed this with him.

The pleasure he was giving me was so exquisite. He slipped a finger into my core. “Fuck…” he hissed, “so tight, you’re tiny, gripping me so tightly.” He pulled his finger back
. “What do you want, Lily. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I don’t want you to wait, I want you inside me.”

He smiled devilishly. “Again, tell me!” he ordered, groaning.

“Fuck me Alfie, I need you inside me.” No sooner had I spoken
than he was up on his feet, his movements swift.

He grabbed his jeans and pulled a foil packet out, sheathed himself
, and flipped me over. “This isn’t going to take long, I fucking need this.”

He had me on all fours, and was stroking the head of his cock up and down my slit to coat it with my juices. He positioned himself and thrust forward, pushing through any resistance until he was fully sunken inside me. “Balls deep, Lily, I need you balls deep.” 

He stilled for a second while I got used to the fullness of him and he, the tightness of me. He kissed my back. “God, I need you, Lily.” He inhaled deeply, and stroked his hands down my back, before grasping my hips. “You, okay, baby?” I turned my head and looked at him, and his hand reached out for it, stroking my hair.

“We’re
gonna be great, honey,” he whispered. His hand moved back to my hip, and he began rocking into me slowly. He groaned loudly. “Oh, Lily… fuck, you’re amazing around me.”

He didn’t go slowly inside me for more than four or five strokes, and suddenly he was pounding into me, frantically thrusting
himself in and out. It was almost painful, but pleasurable at the same time.

At one point it was almost unbearable
, and he was sending me over the edge with only a few minutes of his rough, raw sex. I saw stars bursting inside my eyelids, and I was screaming his name loudly over and over.

He didn’t let up, and followed me with his own release about a dozen thrusts later. “Sweet, fucking, Jesus
,” he shouted loudly, as his large cock pulsated inside me. I rocked back on him, my core clenched tightly around him, milking the last of his orgasm from him.

He curled over my back, and slid his hands around my belly, holding me tightly there. He was covered in sweat, the effort clear for me to feel
across on my back, as he lay over me. He rolled us to the side and slipped out, turning me to face him. “Hey,” he whispered and kissed my face tenderly over and over.

His gentle action made me so sad. Alfie was usually about pleasuring me first, before he let himself be inside me.  He hadn’t done that this time. I felt overwhelmed by him. We’d never been affectionate like this afterwards. I couldn’t do
it, it only made me love him all the more.

I began to move
, and he gripped me tightly. “No!” he growled, his eyes meeting mine in an angry glare. “You’re not leaving me, not tonight, Lily… please.” I knew that he was referring to me always leaving after we’d had sex in the past.

I struggled to keep myself composed and managed to fight back tears. “I need to pee.” I sounded matter-of-fact about it. He exhaled and let me go, and I went to his
bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I had to get away from him, his tenderness hurt me
, and I knew it would just be another memory to hang on to at some point when we weren’t together again.

I sat on the toilet wonderin
g how the hell I could ever be free of him. Especially after consistently telling me this wasn’t going to develop into more between us. I was going to be even more hurt in the long-term.

Alfie was on the verge of being a rock star
, and our lives were going in different directions. Apart from that, he didn’t love me. I looked at myself hard in the mirror, on the first day of the new year.

I decided to give myself to him for today, but it had to be the last day. I wasn’t what his life was about, and told myself that I deserved better. Tonight,
I was about building a memory.

I washed between my legs and pushed myself away from the vanity unit. Alfie was looking at his cell when I padded out to the bedroom, his eyes flicked to it and back to me.

He placed it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. I walked to the minibar and opened the fridge. There was nothing in there I wanted to drink.

“Can we get something else to drink from room service?” I turned to look at him
, and he was on his feet heading towards the bathroom.

“Sure, you want to call room service and take care of it? I need a shower.  Sorry I should have done that when we arrived.  I wasn’t ver
y clean after the gig an’ all.” He disappeared into the bathroom as I picked up the phone.

I ordered
champagne and some nibbles from room service. I hadn’t eaten much tonight, and I was a little lightheaded. I replaced the phone, and Alfie’s cell vibrated on his nightstand.

I was about to pick it up to take it to Alfi
e. It was lit up and the ID Kara had been programmed in. The blond girl from campus was staring up at me, smiling on his screen.

I felt sick as I stared back at her, of course she couldn’t see me. My heart stuttered, a sharp pang of shock hitting me, both in my heart and hurting my head. I stood frozen, waiting for it to go to voicemail
, or for Alfie to come out of the bathroom and answer her.

Eventually, her face disappeared and was replaced by the missed call alert. All thoughts of continuing with the façade tonight were suddenly gone now.

I grabbed my dress and pulled it on. The one time, the glamorous garment of tonight, now felt like the sluttiest dress in the world as I fastened the zipper. It’s stupid bodice goading me like I had put myself out there for him.

I grabbed my bra off of the floor and crammed it into my small purse, struggling with the clip to get it to stay closed, then I sat down slowly in a chair near his nightstand and looked out into the darkness through the big picture window.

The bathroom door cracked open. Alfie padded into the room. He was drying his groin with a big fluffy white hotel towel, completely comfortable in his skin around me. I envied his ability to shuck off all feeling, and do what he wanted around me.

I watched his reflection through the dark window as he wandered around drying himself. I didn’t dare turn around, frightened of the eye contact
, and the inevitable tears that would follow.

It wasn’t fair to be a man like Alfie. He truly had it all in one package. An amazingly beautiful face, full lips, huge eyes that were like mood stones,
and a physique that was toned to perfection.

He was charming and charismatic, witty, clever and extremely talented. All women wanted to be with him, all men, if they would admi
t to it, wanted to be like him.

“What did you order for us?” he asked. There was a smile in his voice. He strolled over to me, draping his arms loosely over my
shoulders, his arms snaking around my midrift, to look outside at what he thought I was looking at. 

“Who is she, Alfie?” I heard myself ask him.

It was like I was looking in on the situation, a fly-on-the-wall, observing the scene that was going to play out in front of me. “What are you talking about?” he sounded puzzled.

             
“Kara.” Alfie stiffened at the mention of her name. I turned to look at him. It was like watching a car crash, you know you shouldn’t look, but you need to see it for yourself for it to register properly. His eyes flicked to his cell, then back to me.