Everything She Needs (The Everything Trilogy)

by Shandwick, K. L.

  He smirked playfully, widening his eyes at me, before flashing me his sexy lopsided smile. He dipped his mouth to my ear again and told me, “I need to be inside you so fucking badly, Lily, but I’m not taking you here. This isn’t going to be some quick fuck in the back of here. I want you spread out and in my bed.”

  His finger stroked my saturated entrance as he spoke, and he kicked my feet wider to allow him access to play with me. His finger rubbed my little bundle of nerves and made me shudder when his mouth kissed my neck at the same time.

  It seemed like I was a one woman epidemic of goose bumps tonight. The pleasure he evoked in me was nothing short of sensational.

  I moaned, and I leaned back, melding into his hard body, whilst he worked me to a leisurely release. “Do that again, I love the noises you make when I’m playing with your body,” he whispered seductively into my ear.

  His touch was unhurried, he was taking his time, feeling me tenderly, stroking down either side of my clitoris before, finally, allowing his finger to glide inside. My eyes closed, and my head rolled back on his chest. A moan escaped my lips, and I heard him growl in my ear over the music when his finger entered me.

  I reached behind me and rubbed his bulging erection through his jeans. He was going commando, the glans of his cock breaching his waistband. I could rub the head of him without needing any adjustment to gain access.

  His legs almost buckled when he bent forward and saw me take my moist thumb out of my mouth, slip it back there and connect with his smooth mushroomed head. I rubbed it over his glands and flicked his apa.

  “One hour,” he growled. I turned my head and looked up at him, my brows bunched as I puzzled over what he meant. “The party, we’re leaving in one hour,” he clarified. I only hoped I was doing the right thing.

  Before we left the box, some music executive came to speak with the band. I overheard them set up a meeting with him for January 2nd, the day before they were due to fly back to the USA.

  I hoped it was good news for them, but at the same time, I had that feeling of dread again. He was going to be famous and at some point maybe he’d be leaving me again.

  I shook it off, as Jack came and kissed me on my nose. “Jesus, Jack, have you never heard of appropriate body space?”

  He smirked. “What’s yours is mine baby, what’s yours is mine, so, therefore, there is no invasion.” I giggled at the state he was in, and it was still another hour until the New Year. I wondered if he’d see it before he passed out.

  CHAPTER 15 – NEW YEAR

  The New Year’s Eve party was taking place in the O2 venue so we didn’t have to move on anywhere. Apparently, it was in another part of the site. When the guys were ready, Alfie came over to us. My heart sped when our eyes connected again. The executive was leaving, and Alfie’s attention turned back to me.

  He took my hand. “Come on, we’ve a party to escape from, but we need to go there before we can leave.” I wished we could’ve left at that moment.

  Everyone followed us down the long corridor and through countless doors, and I wondered how the hell Alfie had learned this route in a few days. It would have taken me months with my lack of direction.

  I was surprised when we walked in and everyone started clapping, then remembered we were with the support band. I felt a little self-conscious, but the ever confident Alfie smiled down at me and squeezed my hand.

  “You look beautiful, bet they’re applauding that dress.” He winked. I smiled back, funny how he knew exactly the right thing to say to stop me feeling nervous.

  The lead singer of Cobham Street strolled over to Alfie. He was a tall, muscular guy with a sleeve of ink down his arm. Many of the tattoos looked like there was no rhyme or reason to them all being on one arm.

  He was carrying a large glass with amber liquid in his hand. “Fucking A, dude! Glad you stepped in, we were stoked you guys played for us.” Alfie grinned.

  “Glad to be of service, anytime,” he joked.

  Rick Fars, the guy in front of me, was a legend, and I felt like I was five again, all tongue-tied and awkward. Alfie glanced at me and smirked. “Sorry, Rick, this is my girl, Lily.” He smiled at me and squeezed my hand again, “Lily, meet Rick.” Once again, he’d introduced me as “his girl.”

  Rick’s eyes met mine, and he gave me a half smile. “Actually, I wasn’t interested in this dude, I only came over to see who the smoking hot chick was that he had in tow.” He was joking, but it made me feel better that he wasn’t up his own ass or felt that he was so self-important that he could say or do what he wanted without consequence.

  Alfie’s face wasn’t that happy though. I didn’t think he liked Rick objectifying me in front of him, and his jaw twitched like it did when he was mad.

  We chatted for a few minutes, and he was courteous enough to ask me about myself. I felt stupid telling him I was studying music when this guy made millions every year doing just that, and he’d never even been to college.

  Alfie and I wandered around, mingling, until it was midnight. Someone had found a massive TV and wheeled the damned thing into the room to count down to the chimes of Big Ben.

  Ten, nine, eight… I looked over at Jack. He smirked and wrapped his arm over Elle’s shoulder. Elle turned her head and began shouting loudly with him as the count down to the New Year came to an end.

  Big Ben began chiming, and on the first bong of Big Ben’s bell, the room was filled with cheers. There were people making out all over the place, no clipped restraint like there was between relatives in someone’s sitting room at home.

  Alfie took my face in both hands. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him look so happy. “Happy New Year, honey, it’s going to be a great one.” He closed the gap between us, staring intensely at me. It was as if time stood still, and we were the only people in the room.

  He brushed his lips across mine, before moving his hand behind my head to push me closer, deepening the kiss with his tongue at the same time.

  His other hand left my face and slid down to the small of my back, and he pulled me closer until I was flush against him. He broke the kiss, but left his mouth at the side of mine. “Ten minutes, and we’re gone,” he growled huskily.

  Jack pushed Alfie out of the way. “Stop keeping her for yourself, you’ll wear her out before I get mine,” he teased Alfie.

  “Happy New Year honey, I love you so much.” Jack picked me up and spun me around planting a chaste drunken kiss on my lips.

  Alfie’s eyes flashed at mine, he looked embarrassed that Jack was doing this, and being able to tell me without condition that he loved me. I wondered how it felt to stand there and hear that.

  There was nothing he could do about it. Not even if he had felt differently towards me, because Jack’s celebratory kiss and actions were totally appropriate for those of a friend.

  I must have kissed dozens of people after wishing my friends a “Happy New Year.” Drew, Des, and Andy earned scowls and dark looks from Alfie when it was their turn to kiss me, but the worst was saved when Rick came back, saying, “I’m not missing my chance to kiss this little cutie.”

  Alfie looked like he was going to commit murder, but I controlled the situation, by turning my head so that his kiss landed on my cheek rather than my mouth. Many women would have deemed me insane for that; Rick’s a very hot looking guy.

  However, from my perspective, although he’s a famous rock star, I didn’t know where that mouth had been. Alfie squeezed my hand when Rick released the vice-like grip he had on my waist, and I laced my fingers back in Alfie’s. I think he appreciated my efforts to fend Rick off the way I did.

  Alfie led me over to Jack. “Say Goodnight, we’re leaving,” he commanded. He dropped my hand and wandered over to Drew. They both dipped heads towards each other as Alfie spoke into his ear. Drew looked over and nodded, smiled and held his green beer bottle up in a salute, and began chugging it down.

  Drew’s eyes flicked to my right, and I turned to see what he was looking at.
Elle was smiling, and she began walking towards Drew, his arm was held out to the side waiting for her to fit in it.

  David was deep in conversation with the music executive who came to speak with the guys earlier. Maddie’s feet were swollen, and I could just tell she’d had enough for today. I smiled at her. “I’m so glad you came, honey. Do you want me to get you a cab home?”

  She smiled slowly and nodded. “Yeah, I’m a bit beat, Lily, but I had a great time, thank you.” I hugged her and signaled to Alfie. He came back and slipped his hand in mine.

  “We need to make sure Maddie’s alright. The others can fend for themselves.”

  Alfie nodded and smiled at her. “Sit tight little mama, I’ll make sure you get home safely.” He walked over to a mountain-of-a-guy who looked almost as wide as he did tall. I figured that he must be security.

  The guy spoke into his wrist, and then turned back to Alfie. He strolled back over to us. “Okay, there’s a car waiting for you, Maddie. He’ll make sure you get home. Come on, we’ll walk with you.”

  We walked through the massive expanse of the venue’s concourse, our voices echoing in the vast space. Alfie signaled to another equally wide guy, who led Maddie out and into a black Toyota SUV with tinted windows. We waved, and although I couldn’t see her, I knew that she would be waving back at us.

  “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 gripping 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 dropping 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 ins
ide 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.

  CHAPTER 16 – EVASIVE TACTICS

  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 wondering 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.