Page 81 of Where the Dark Knelt
Feeling relaxed, I agreed.“Sure, take your time, I’m fine.” I walked over and sat on one of the couches feeling a little awkward. Some guy came over and sat on the arm of the couch next to me.
“Well hi there, sweet cheeks.”
The guy looked like he needed a good bath. His hair was lank and greasy and his teeth were yellow. He flicked his hand through his hair, and the only thing I could concentrate onwas his nicotine-stained fingers. He began to check me out, while scratching his crotch. He was gross.
When he’d finishedhis leering, he smiled at me, tucking his long hair behind his ears. It didn’t improve his look. “How’s it going?”
Thinking he was just being friendly, if a little lacking in his self-awareness and that he must be involved with Alfie and his band, I indulged him. “Yeah, great thanks, they were great, weren’t they?” I gestured with my head at Alfie’s band.
He licked his lips. “Yeah, they’re okay, for a warm-up. You want to come with me and meet the guys from Phoebe’s Fix?” I felt a little starstruck. I knew who they were, though I didn’t really know much about the band, since their music hadn’t made it into the mainstream over the pond in the UK yet.
I’d heard a lot of their stuff on the radio since coming to the US, but they could be sitting next to me, and I’d have no clue they were there, hence I’d not recognized him. I was flattered he wanted to do this for me, told Alfie I would wait here.
Then the man himself appeared. Alfie’s arm slipped around me, and suddenly he was kissing me hard on the lips. “Hey, Lilydarlin’, quick, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Alfie addressed the guy, “Oh, sorry, man. Lily meet Harry, Harry… my girl Lily.”
Incensed at what Alfie had just done, I was about to protest, but he pulled me away sharply, trailing me through some people. He stood me back against a wall in the corner of the room holding my hands in front of him. “What the…”
“Shush.” He bent his head. “That rock star was preying on you, he wants to fuck you and they don’t like to be turned down.” Seeing my startled gaze, he smirked. “Harry’s the bass player in Phoebe’s Fix. He’s a crude bastardtoo. He fucks a girl and offers her to others as his sloppy seconds.”
I couldn’t help my reply. “That’s rich coming from you.” He stared at me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I looked incredulously at him. “Are you kidding me? Tell meif I’m wrong, but isn’t being fucked by a rock star when they take what they want without any emotion or consideration for the other person’s feelings like what you do?” I spat back at him.
Looking stunned at me, Alfie asked,“Is that what you think? It wasn’t like that and you know it. We…” He gestured his finger between us. “We used each other, Lily. You knew what it was, and you begged me for it, I heard you.” My mouth dropped open to protest, but he snickered and began laughing at me.
I glancedover at Harry, his eyes still staring at us intently. “He’s still there,” I whispered, cringing as I looked past Alfie’s shoulder. Alfie was angry now and hissed at me.
“He probably thinks he can take you anyway, maybe I should just leave you to it.”
“No,” I snapped urgently, but with a pleading look. He raised an eyebrow and slowly began stroking my hair tenderly, his eyes locked on mine. It was hard to imagine that we were in the middle of an argument. We were arguing, but his touch felt so tender and intimate, and maybe it looked that way to anyone observing us.
Paralyzed byhis touch, my head was telling me to push him away. My body was screaming for more, much more. It felt too right to stop. Alfie laced my fingers in his and sensually lifted them, to lean on the wall above my head, his forehead on mine.
I jutted my hips forward a little. Alfie was turning me on with the way he held me against the wall. Hemoved one hand after taking both of mine in his other. I tried so hard to resist his touch, while his gaze intensely held mine.
Smoldering eyes stared at me, unspoken emotion arcing between us, and it was probably the most erotic experience I’d ever had. I almost begged to have him again. Alfie pushed my knees apart with one of his, lining our bodies up together, and settled his hips against mine.
He was standing with his legs closed between my legs. He was erect, pressing solidly through the layers of material we were both wearing. His bodywas flush with mine. He hitched my leg on his hip, his bulge jutting further between my legs. It felt like a delicious punishment, and no doubt about it, he was turned on too.
Without warning his eyes dropped to my lips and I became weaker and weaker as he openly seduced me. Alfie licked his lips and pressed his hips harder into me. A moan escaped my mouth in a soft breathy sound, and I promptly berated myself for making it.
Smiling at me, a soft chuckle escaped from him as he placed his face into my neck. I exhaled and groaned, “God.”I’d held my breath again without realizing it. Alfie licked my neck and lightly nibbled my earlobe. It sent shivers and a rash of goose bumps over me. I moaned again and closed my eyes.
Alfie knew exactly how to seduce me. His hand trailed down my back, cupping my ass, as he pulled me even closer to him. As if he’d read my mind, he groaned, “God, Lily… I want you so much.”
My panties were drenched with my silky, wet arousal, and my body was becoming so responsive, humming at his touch. My willpower was quickly evaporating.
I looked over, and Harrywas nowhere to be seen. I didn’t tell Alfie this, and my eyes fell to his lips. He noticed and ran his tongue between them, wetting them and making me evenwetter in my core, if that was possible.He leaned back to look at me, the lust clear in his eyes.
Leaning forward again, he placed his lips on the side of my mouth, and exhaled raggedly again.Alfie’s head moved just a fraction, and he placed his lips on mine applying pressure, but with his lips still closed.
“Save me a space,” I murmured, and found the strength to push him back before I surrendered completely.
Alfiemoved away with uneven breaths. “Sorry.” He looked sheepish, his hands up in a surrendering motion. He was fighting to slow his body down, breathing through his nostrils and the sound was much more labored than I’d heard it before, even in the wildest throes of passion.
One of the guys from the band I still hadn’t got his name, Les or Des or something—shouted out to Alfie in his rough New York accent, penetrating our trance-like state as we stared at each other.
