Chapter 24 Lorenzo
F uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I’m sure my soul left my body and came right back at the question Sophia threw my way.
Why are you standing there looking like an idiot? You’re just staring at her. Say something. Do something.
I blink at her in shock. “What?”
She looks at me with a flustered expression. “You’re going to make me repeat the damn question?”
No, I don’t need her to repeat the damn question. I heard her loud and clear . Her question made my cock a little too excited, too. He’s already getting too many ideas, and I’m trying to shut them down. Be the voice of reason for a change. She was just telling me this morning how she wants to keep things professional, and I’m trying so hard to respect her wishes. I’m grasping for anything at this point.
This is not you, at all. You would have jumped at the chance.
Yes. But this is different. The attraction I have for Sophia is intense, wild, and borderline obsessive. This is unknown territory for me, being attracted to someone I’ve already slept with. I’m aware I sound like a total dick right now, but it’s the truth. I sleep with someone once and move on. But with her, it feels all kinds of wrong. Even I have my limit, and I think I’ve met it. Never thought I’d see the day a woman would make me question so much.
I point to the door. “Get inside and we’ll talk about this.”
She glances over her shoulder at the door then turns back to me, fire blazing in her eyes. “No.”
This woman is so incredibly frustrating, I want to scream from the top of my lungs. She just knows how to push the right button sometimes. It’s also what makes her a hundred times sexier, but this is not the fucking time to be acting stubborn.
I thin my lips, scrubbing my face in frustration. “You’re seriously going to fight me about this?”
“Lorenzo, the only way I’m going in there is if I know for a fact you’re going to fuck me. Otherwise, I’m not interested,” she spits, crossing her arms.
“Trust me, there’s nothing more I’d rather do than to fuck the sass out of you,” I retort.
This is what I’ve been wanting, craving— and wishing —for. It’s what I wanted to do yesterday. To fuck her until we had nothing left to give. But she’s having an off day. The vulnerability has been clear since I walked out here. I’m not going to be the asshole who takes advantage of her in her most vulnerable state.
I’m not sure what the hell happened, and I know if I ask her she’s going to deflect. Making her feel good would be, quite honestly, an honor. To make her forget her problems for a moment. It’s what I’m used to doing. It’s why women seek me out. Except, Sophia is different. This feels different for me . I don’t want to give her what I would give to any other random woman. The high of the release will be good, but only momentarily. What she needs is to talk and be open about what’s bothering her.
“I’ll make you feel good under one condition,” I say in a strained whisper. “You need to tell me what happened today.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath. “Dio aiutami? 1 ,” I murmur to myself. “Stop feeding me that bullshit, Sophia. Something happened, and if you want me to make you feel good, that’s my condition.”
“You called me by my name,” she points out, baffled.
“That should give you an idea of how pissed I am at you right now,” I say, nostrils flaring in irritation.
She holds her gaze on me without saying anything. I look at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow. I’m not going to back down, not on this.
After a beat of charged silence, she stands and walks to the door. Opening it, she turns around, grabs the hem of her dress, and slips it off. I stifle back a groan at the way her peaked nipples are visible through her white-laced bra. The way the wet fabric hugs the swell of her breasts—tempting and perfect. Her lacy white panties are damp, too, leaving nothing to the imagination. My erection is painful against my jeans, and I’m beyond eager to strip away the underwear that’s quickly becoming my undoing.
“You got yourself a deal,” she replies sultrily and walks inside.
I raise a fist to my mouth and bite my knuckles as I try my best to not read too much into this. It’s just one more night. I can make her feel good and move on. Yet I can’t kick this queasy feeling that’s settling in the pit of my stomach. Nerves, maybe? No. It’s something else I have yet to figure out.
I follow her, closing the door behind me. My cock twitches at the sight of her hips swaying as she walks to her bedroom. Her perky, round ass looks perfect, and my hand aches to grab the curve of it and squeeze. To smack her ass until it’s bright red and leave a mark behind. The things I want to do to this dangerous, beautiful woman are too many to count. The thoughts alone drive me to the brink of insanity and to a type of desperate need I’ve never known.
Her hungry gaze travels from my eyes all the way to my chest and my waist. “Would love it if you could get rid of your clothes, too.”
“I bet you would,” I reply smugly.
She rolls her eyes and closes the distance between us by fisting my shirt and pulling me forward. Even through the fabric, I can feel her peaked nipples against me, and my instinct is to get rid of her bra as soon as possible and grab one of them with my mouth, flick it in taunting circles with my tongue until it drives her crazy. But, if she wants to feel good, she needs to talk.
“What happened today?” I ask as my hand reaches her face, tracing her jawline with my index finger.
She closes her eyes, her breathing becoming choppy at my touch. “Family issues.”
My index finger starts tracing her neck now as I bring my lips close to her ears and nip it softly. “You’re going to have to be more detailed if you want more from me.”
A small whimper escapes her lips, and I can’t hide my triumphant smile. Touching her like this will help me figure out what she enjoys for next time. I know she loved how I kissed, bit, and licked her neck yesterday. But I wonder what else drives her wild? I want to study her body. I want to learn everything that brings her pleasure. I want to be the only one who gives it to her.
Where the hell did that last thought come from?
She’s not mine to claim. There isn’t going to be a next time.
I start giving her slow, peppering kisses on her jawline all the way down to her neck. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and her damn intoxicating scent hits my nostrils when she’s wrapped around me like this. She smells like temptation and my downfall. And I want nothing more than to drown in all of her.
“My sister visited my mom without consulting me,” she says through a shaky whisper.
“Mmm,” I hum, and as I keep kissing and nipping her neck, my other hand travels to the curve of her breast, using my thumb to caress and trace it. “And why is that an issue?”
When a beat passes and I don’t hear anything come out of her mouth, I stop abruptly and take a step back. This wins me a groan, pulling yet another triumphant smile from me. I bet this has to be frustrating for her. She has a naturally challenging personality and doesn’t like being told what to do. Unfortunately for her, I hold all the cards right now. While she doesn’t realize this yet, I’m doing this for her own good. Not only that—but in this room, she will listen to me and do what I ask of her. That much I can guarantee.
I gulp, my eyes finding hers. I hope she can see the sincerity in them. “If you tell me what’s going on inside that head of yours, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
I barely recognize myself in this moment. The talking and the listening? That’s not me. I’m more of a let me fuck your brains out until neither of us can speak kind of guy. With her, though, I want to listen. I want her to open up to me, to give me an insight into her life. Something about her calls to me. This unfamiliar pull—the need to want more from her. To stay close and actually care for her.
Get real. Taking care of someone is the last thing you’re capable of.
It doesn’t mean I want it any less. Even when the thought in itself is laughable.
“Okay,” she replies, frantically nodding and taking a few steps back. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she murmurs, more to herself than me. She takes a deep breath and says, “My mom, she’s sick…” Her eyes, glimmering with doubt, find mine.
I nod at her to continue. I know she doesn’t feel comfortable, but this is a good thing. She’ll feel so much better afterward.
“She suffers from pretty bad anxiety. She needs help with a lot of things, like going to the grocery store and doctor’s appointments. Mostly day-to-day stuff. This is why I work at Vogue Elite and—” She waves her hand dismissively. “That’s beside the point.” She sighs.
And what? The question is almost at the tip of my tongue. Something tells me this is also important. But she’s getting her groove now, and I don’t want to interrupt.
“I work there because it pays enough to allow me to provide for her so she can have a comfortable life. And my sister, well, she’s not easy. Never has been.” She laughs humorlessly. “I’ve always had to clean up her messes, and she takes advantage of me. Mostly because I let her, and because I don’t want my mother to know the kind of person she is.” She’s talking a million miles per hour now, pacing back and forth. “Every time she reappears in our lives, something bad inevitably happens. I’m drowning in the uncertainty of things right now, and I just can’t. I can’t anymore.” She stops talking abruptly and eats the distance between us in a few quick strides. Her eyes find mine as she places a hand on my chest, and the touch is so unbelievably electric, it rattles something in me. “My life is a mess, Lorenzo. All I do is think and control, stress and worry. For one night, I want to let go. So, please ,” she begs weakly. “Can you make me feel good now?”
How can I say no when she looks at me like I hold the answer to all of her problems? She has no idea how badly I’ve wanted to drop to my goddamn knees and worship her the way she deserves.
The vulnerability in her voice tugs deep at my chest, but what tugs even deeper is how proud I feel of her for being honest.
I collide my lips with hers in a soft, exploratory kiss. I want to savor every stolen moment from her, because I know after this night, everything will go back to normal. In the meantime, I will relish in the feel of her sweet, soft lips on mine, and the way our tongues meet and study each other’s mouth. My hands travel to her back, and I unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I grab one of her breasts and squeeze, and a husky groan comes out of me, which she eagerly swallows with her intoxicating kisses. My hand is a perfect fucking fit for them, and that makes me entirely too happy. When we fucked at the club, there wasn’t much time for anything, it was a quickie and move on. Yesterday was even quicker, and I didn’t get to see much of her. But now that I have her here in front of me, I’m determined to touch and admire every inch. My hand starts to travel south, making sure to touch her smooth, tanned skin. Arriving at her underwear, I play with the waistband as my mouth drops kisses from her lips to the column of her neck. I keep my kisses slow and deliberate until I arrive at her breasts, take one of her nipples, and slip it inside my mouth. Flicking my tongue back and forth at a punishing, taunting pace. She moans, her hand reaching the back of my head and fisting my hair hard as she arches her back, seeking more friction.
I grab her by the waist, and we fall onto the bed, my mouth still lapping at her perfect, round peak. Her smooth skin tastes so sweet, I could savor her for hours. I graze her nipple with my teeth, winning me another delicious moan as her skin starts to break into goosebumps. My mouth starts traveling down, kissing her ribcage and abdomen until I arrive where I have been dying to fucking drown. Her underwear is see-through due to the dampness, and it clings to her lips, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. She’s so incredibly wet, her arousal runs down her inner thighs, making her skin glisten.
I tsk, tilting my head. “Look at you. All wet and ready for me, making a mess already.” I lick my lips eagerly. “I think I should clean you up a little, don’t you think?” I dart my tongue out and lick her inner thigh, where some of her arousal is, a gravelly groan escaping me at the delicious taste. “So goddamn sweet, I can’t wait to get my mouth on that tight little pussy and get my fill. I’m fucking starving for you, Blue.”
She props herself up on her elbows on the bed, her dilated eyes staring at me, burning me. I relish in the intensity of her blue gaze. It’s quickly become my undoing, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Without breaking contact, I suck her clit through her underwear. The fraction of the fabric and my lips must feel good, because she clenches her thighs around my head as one of her hands reaches out and fists my hair, locking me in place.
“You trying to drown me, Blue?” I mumble with a laugh.
“Yeah,” she replies, unapologetically. “You said you were starving, thought I’d help. Because I’m desperate to grind on your face. Got a problem with that, Ace?” she asks, raising an eyebrow playfully.
The mouth on this girl, I swear. I am going to shut her up with my cock one of these days.
There’s not going to be a repeat. Remember?
That seems less likely with every second that passes.
In one swift motion, I push her underwear to the side, exposing her bare, glistening lips. “Not a problem as long as you let me feast on this pretty cunt of yours,” I reply huskily, wrapping her legs around my shoulders and tugging her ass to the edge of the bed.
Without giving her a chance to give me another witty comeback, I lick her center in one fell swoop, and it’s a miracle I don’t come at the feel of my tongue against her delicious slit. Fuck . It was a mistake to do this, because now that I’ve gotten a full taste, there’s no turning back. She lets out a throaty moan, the sound going straight to my dick. It’s so painfully hard and stiff, the lightest friction from my wet jeans hurts. She falls back onto the bed, one hand on top of her mouth to quiet her moans, the other one still fisting my hair. And she’s not gentle about it either, but the painful sensation feels too good. Knowing she’s using me for her pleasure and being unapologetic about it makes me want to make her feel more than good. I want her to reach the stars and come back. Give her the orgasm of her fucking life.
I push her hand away from her mouth as I bite her inner thigh playfully. “Did I tell you to be quiet?”
“Who knew you liked them loud?” she retorts, but her words have no bite. She’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“No.” I shake my head. “I like you loud,” I growl, sliding two of my fingers inside of her. “Now be a good girl and play with your tits while I feast on this delicious pussy. If you stop, I stop. Got it ?”
She nods frantically, her eyes rolling back.
Not good enough.
I curl my fingers, finding the sensitive spot, the touch driving her wild. “Use your words, Bella? 2 .”
“ Yes ,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “ Got it .”
“That’s my girl,” I say gravelly, smiling triumphantly. I flick her clit with my tongue as I start fingering her. Her pussy is gripping my digits eagerly, and I growl as I keep feasting on her. The more of her taste I get, the more I want. I lap at her lips eagerly then suck her clit over and over, like the desperate, thirsty man that I am. The sound of my lips closing around the sensitive bud and sucking is straight up filthy , making me more excited. I keep fingering relentlessly, not stopping for even one second, enjoying how the sound of her wetness fills the room. If my cock feels a fraction of what my fingers are feeling right now, I would simply come right then and there.
She moans loudly, arching her back and rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. All I can do is admire her flushed face, her damp hair, and the way her lips are parted, moan after moan escaping her. I’m fueled by her sound and by the way she tugs at my hair, so desperate and greedy. I graze her clit with my teeth, and she pulses and clenches around my fingers.
“Please don’t stop,” she begs, still tugging my hair like her life depends on it while riding my face. “It feels too good.”
If only she knew I couldn’t stop even if I fucking tried. With every thrust of my fingers and every lick, I grow more and more obsessed with her.
I curl my fingers, seeking her sensitive spot as I continue to alternate between sucking and flicking her clit up and down. The combination of the two drives her crazy, just the way I want it, and her moans become a sweet symphony. My girl is loud, and the sounds make me eager to get more out of her.
I look up, finding her hand nowhere near her peaked nipples anymore. “Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” I growl. “If you stop again, I will bend you over my fucking knee and smack your ass until all you can see and feel is my handprint.”
Her thighs clench around me at my words as she shuts her eyes with a tight nod and starts playing with her nipples again. I keep thrusting my fingers into her, hard and fast, touching her sensitive spot at a relentless pace. Her walls start to grip my fingers, and it’s hard to keep up with the punishing pace as her body signals how close she is to orgasm. Wanting nothing more than to get a heady taste of her, I latch on her clit with my mouth one last time, sucking it hard.
“Lorenzo!” she cries out, and I almost lose control right there, just from the sound of her voice calling my name. I’ve never been particularly fond of it—that’s why most people call me Enzo. But hearing it come from her pouty mouth, rolling off her lips? There’s nothing better. All I want now is to hear her yell it again.
She starts grinding her pussy against my face, riding her climax, and my tongue licks her center, eagerly drinking her as she comes on my tongue. I never thought I could get high off something like this. The sight of Sophia coming undone before me. I did that. She’s moaning my name and coming all over my face. It’s a high not even gambling can bring. And this unknown, untamed feeling coursing through my veins is possessive and obsessive. I want—no, I need —to be the only one who brings her this kind of pleasure.
Once she’s done riding her orgasm, she relaxes on the bed, letting out a content sigh.
“Who knew all I needed for you to obey me is to have my fingers inside of you?” I ask with a dark chuckle, resting my head on her thigh as I look at her.
“Shut up,” she says with a laugh.
Her laugh is free, effortless, the kind that bubbles from deep inside, like a stream breaking loose from its confines. It’s just like the one she had by the pool, and the one from this morning in the car. The same genuine sound that fills the air and makes everything around her feel lighter. And right here, right now, I make another silent promise to myself—whatever it takes, I’m going to be the one to make her laugh like this more often. I want to see her eyes shine and spark with pure joy. Sophia’s laugh is something the world should hear. It’s the kind of laugh I want to take a piece of and tuck into a corner of my cold heart. It’s the kind of laugh that makes my problems go away. It’s the kind of laugh I can find myself falling for, simply because it comes from her.
As I get up, she sits on the bed, tucking her legs underneath her, and when she tries to reach my jeans, I grab her by the wrist, stopping her.
She frowns, confused. “What are you doing? We had a deal.”
“The deal was for me to make you feel good. And I did, didn’t I?”
“The deal was for us to have a one-night stand,” she challenges .
“You sure about that?”
I chose my words carefully. Sure, I told her I’d like to fuck the sass out of her, but I didn’t say I would. What I did promise, though, was to make her feel good. I won’t pretend it isn’t torture to hold back from something I want so badly, but I’m not going to take it there. Not under these circumstances.
Her eyes flash with hurt, her irises turning a darker shade of blue. She grabs the sheets and covers herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Fine. Leave, then,” she says, tone cold.
“Blue—”
“No. I got it,” she snaps. “You don’t want to sleep with me. Would have been nice to know beforehand.” She snorts a humorless laugh.
“You seriously think I don’t want to fuck you?” I shamelessly point at the obvious erection. “Is this not clear enough for you? Was yesterday not clear enough for you?” I shake my head. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” I murmur.
“Are we having the same conversation right now?” she retorts, tugging the sheet underneath her arms and crossing them. “You just rejected me.”
With a low growl, I find her legs underneath the thin sheets that weren’t hiding much of her in the first place and jolt her toward me, shutting her up with a deep, punishing kiss. I can still taste her on my tongue, and the mix of her arousal and her sweet lips is making my erection even more painful, to the point of no return—I will have to take care of this. I swipe my tongue inside of her mouth, wanting nothing more than to coat her with her own arousal. I want her to taste herself. To know this isn’t a rejection. No. This is a promise. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening between us, but I want to sit her on a throne and worship her until the end of my days. I want to open myself up and give her the best parts of me. The thought in itself is ridiculous, because there are no best parts of me. I’m just an empty shell, ready to break.
I rest my forehead against hers as we try to calm our ragged breaths. “I want you so much it physically pains me. I want you so much, I have to fist my cock at the thought of you every fucking night to stay away from you. I’m trying my damn hardest to honor our deal?—”
She interrupts. “I think the deal has been broken for a time now, and we both know it.”
She’s not wrong. Still, I’m not going to do something she’ll regret if she’s not thinking clearly and if her heart is not in the right place. I’m not that kind of asshole.
After a beat of silence, I kiss her forehead. “I want you more than anything,” I whisper, gripping her face with both of my hands and forcing her to look at me. To look at the sincerity of my eyes. To hear the pleading in my voice. “But the next time I fuck you, Blue, it’s going to be because you want me— us . Not because you’re looking to escape reality.”
This is a promise I make for myself. For her. For us . As I let go of her against my own will, I understand now the queasy feeling I had in the pit of my stomach before. I am not done with her. One more taste was not enough.
It never will be.
This is the beginning of something new.
1 ? God help me.
2 ? Beautiful.