Chapter 29 Lorenzo
G oing out was a colossal mistake.
As soon as we walked in, it was like Sophia put every man in this forsaken club under a spell. It didn’t matter that I had my arm wrapped around her possessively, staking my claim—that’s right, I have no shame in admitting it. I’m the possessive type—she just doesn’t know it yet. But she’ll learn sooner rather than later that even though this is temporary, I plan to keep her all to myself for the rest of the summer.
“Okay, pretty boy. Show me your moves,” she taunts.
“I thought I already did when you slept with me in a cleaning closet of a club.” I give a slight head tilt, my tone carrying a trace of humor.
She rolls her eyes. “Will you ever let that go?”
“Never.” One of the best days of my life, no question.
“Glad to know, I guess,” she retorts dryly.
I shake my head with a laugh. “Do you want something to drink?”
Her eyes gleam with mischief, and she nods eagerly, guiding us to the bar in the VIP area. As we’re walking toward the bar, I notice how every guy stares at Sophia’s ass. Her dress is short, and she has curves for days, so it’s not surprising that they’re ogling her. It makes me want to punch every motherfucker I come across. The only thing stopping me is knowing I’m the only one who gets to touch her tonight while they only get to look and suffer from afar.
They can look all they want, but my girl will only be coming around one cock tonight—mine.
Only yours for the summer , my sadistic brain tries to remind me, but I push the thought away quickly.
When we arrive at the bar, she lifts her hand, and the bartender practically trips on his feet like an idiot trying to eagerly get to Sophia as he focuses on how her tits are being pushed together by her dress. But I’m quick to stake my claim, trapping her against the bar with my arms and dropping a short kiss on her neck.
She orders four tequila shots with lime and salt, and as we’re waiting for them, she turns around. “We need some liquid courage, because I plan on taking you to the dance floor.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Do you know how to dance to this music? They’re playing Spanish reggaeton, Blue.”
She throws her head back with a laugh, and my instinct is to run my tongue along her exposed skin. I’m a man starved, and I can’t get enough of her. Last night barely scratched the surface of the growing need I have for her. This is going south really quickly, and it makes no sense. Being friends with benefits should be the perfect solution for our little dilemma. A way to get each other out of our systems, yet I’m quickly growing addicted to her.
“With a few tequila shots in my system, I can dance to anything,” she replies confidently.
The bartender drops the shots, and as I go to grab one for myself, she stops me. I frown, and she shakes her head as her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip before a mischievous smile plays on her lips.
“We’re doing body shots,” she says with a wink.
I gape at her. “I am absolutely scandalized by you right now.”
She rolls her eyes. “ Please . This is nothing, and you know it. Or do you need a reminder of everything that happened last night?” she asks with a knowing grin plastered all over her face before handing me a tequila shot. She slides the lime across the curve of her cleavage, and then grabs the salt, sprinkling it over the lime-drenched area, the crystals sticking to her skin like they belong there. Tilting her head back, she nods slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “You go first,” she says, her voice a little breathless, then puts the lime wedge between her teeth.
A small, knowing smile plays at the corner of my lips. “Oh, I remember every detail of what happened last night. It will be engraved in my memory forever.”
I take the shot in one quick swig, enjoying the way it burns my throat and settles in the pit of my stomach. I lower my head and let my tongue trace a slow, deliberate path over the salt on the curve of her cleavage, savoring the warmth of skin. The act alone has me wanting to do more, to latch my mouth on her soft skin and leave a mark. Instead, I cradle her chin with my hand and move closer slowly, our faces just inches apart. My gaze flick between her beautiful blue eyes and her mouth, the tension crackling between us. With deliberate slowness, I brush my mouth against hers, lips barely grazing her skin as I take the lime from between her teeth. My fingers linger on her chin, because there’s something so satisfying about knowing I get to deliberately put my hands on her, and I want to do it at all times. The lime sits between my lips now, and I suck on it as my eyes burn into hers, wishing it was her pussy in my mouth instead.
She hops on one of the bar stools and takes the salt. “My turn. Tilt your head back,” she orders huskily.
With a low laugh, I follow her lead. She rubs the lime on my neck then sprinkles the salt over it, takes the shot, and without hesitation, leans in. Her tongue flicks out, slowly tasting the salt from my skin. The warmth of her tongue against me sends a jolt straight to my hardening cock. I can’t help but think about how that mouth—sinful and skilled—can do things that are almost too good to be real. And damn, I’m aching to feel it again.
“What about the lime wedge?” I ask.
She shakes her head, her finger hooking around my golden chain and giving it a gentle tug, pulling me closer until there’s almost no space left between us. “I’d rather do this,” she whispers, and before I can even ask what she means, her lips crash against mine.
Her mouth tastes like a heady mix of tequila, a hint of salt still lingering, but also so fucking sweet—like goddamn honey. It’s tempting, sugary, and maddeningly perfect. Her tongue brushes against mine, taking control of the kiss, and for once, I let her. And damn, the way she kisses should be studied. Each kiss is like a drug—something I never knew I could crave so much. I’ve never been one to lose myself in a kiss, but with her, it’s a completely different experience. Every nerve in my body is electrified, and my heart races, wanting to break free. We kiss like we’re the only two people left in this world and like nothing else matters. Time stops, and it feels like destiny’s whispering, this is what you’ve been missing. Don’t let it slip away.
But the truth creeps in, the reminder that we’re living on borrowed time. I only have her for two and a half months, and I know, deep down, even a lifetime wouldn’t feel like enough. No matter how much I try to shove it aside, it’s there, gnawing at me even as she holds me close.
With numbed lips and ragged breath, we order two more shots and take them quickly. She then grabs my hand and drags me to the dance floor without a word as “Escápate Conmigo” by Wisin and Ozuna starts to play. I recognize the song because they play it often when I go out with Julian to his favorite Latin spots. As the music begins, Sophia turns around and wraps my arms around her waist, her back flushed against me as she starts swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music, making me instantly hard. She wraps one of her arms around my neck, her delicate fingers gripping my hair softly as she continues to move with the music.
I drop my mouth close to her ear. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She tilts her head back, looking at me with a flushed face and bright eyes. “I thought it was obvious. I’m showing you I can dance to this music,” she says as she bends over slightly and starts moving her ass deliberately slow against my growing erection.
I throw my head back with a groan because, goddamn, she’s not wrong.
As the tempo of the song starts to pick up, I rest my hands firmly on her hips, guiding her movements as she keeps swaying to the rhythm. She doesn’t need any guidance, but I will use any excuse to touch her like the needy fucker I am. Her back arches slightly, giving me a perfect view of her ass as her hips moving in slow, sensual circles. She tilts her head back, and her hair brushes my chest while a small, devilish smile plays on her lips and the music takes over us. My grip tightens a little, pulling her closer as our legs move in step. She doesn’t stop moving her hips even for a second. The space between us disappears as her back completely touches my chest.
“I bet if I slide my hand underneath your dress, I’ll find you wet and ready for me,” I whisper in her ear. Even with the background music, I know she can hear me. Every movement we do is heightened, and we’re so focused on each other, it’s impossible to pay attention to anything else.
A small moan escapes her lips as she reaches back and rests her arm on my shoulder, fingers brushing the skin of my neck softly, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“I dare you to do it,” she replies breathlessly. “Find out how wet I truly am. You know you want to, Ace.”
Everything around me starts to fade. All I can focus is on her. She’s like a siren calling my name, and I’m more than willing to get lost in her. Without a word, I grab her hand and start walking off the dance floor. The club is small, but it still has a VIP area with private booths, a bar, and a restroom.
As we reach the VIP restroom door, I push it open and call out, “Hello? Anyone in here?” When no response comes, I step inside, still holding her hand, and lock the door behind us with a quiet click.
“What are you doing?”
I turn around, my hand instinctively finding its way around her throat, fingers lightly brushing her skin as I push her back against the wall with a gentle but deliberate force. Her breath hitches, and I lean in, cornering her, the tension between us coiling tighter.
“I thought it was obvious,” I taunt, my voice low as I throw her own words back at her, a smug grin tugging at my lips. “You dared me to find out how wet you are. And make no mistake—I am dying to find out, Blue.” My other hand travels from the curve of her breast to her hips until I arrive where I’ve been dying to fucking touch. I lift the hem of her dress and cup her sex with her underwear still on, finding the fabric damp. I then press my index and middle fingers against her clit, which wins me a moan from her as I move them in slow, deliberate circles. I lift my hand between us, my fingers glistening with her arousal.
I click my tongue. “I knew you were drenched. You just loved grinding against my cock, didn’t you? You loved making me crazy with that delicious ass of yours.”
Sophia nods as she parts her lips slightly, bringing my fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean. Her tongue swirls around my digits, and everything she does makes my cock throbs, wanting nothing more than to feel that hot, wet mouth of hers.
“I bet you’re wishing that was my cock,” I say gruffly.
“You have no idea,” she answers, licking her lips as her eyes travel to the painful bulge I’m carrying.
“Turn around and bend over,” I order. While I’m dying to feel her mouth wrapped around my cock, I have other plans.
She obeys without a word, bending over revealing her perfect, heart-shaped ass. She’s wearing a thong that barely covers anything, and I shake my head with a dark laugh. Of course, she did this. If there’s one thing I know about Sophia, the girl loves to push my buttons.
“This barely covers anything. What were you thinking when you put this on?” I ask, my nostrils flaring in annoyance.
She looks over her shoulder, eyes hazy, face flushed from the alcohol. “I was hoping you would bend me over and deliver on that spanking promise.”
I swallow hard, trying to hold back the groan threatening to escape. Before she can react, I lift my hand and bring it down on her smooth ass with a sharp smack. The sound echoes, and she arches her back, moaning as the heat from the strike spreads across her skin.
I rub slow circles over her soft skin, soothing her as I lean in close. “As much as I love hearing those beautiful sounds from that sassy mouth of yours,” I murmur, my voice low, “those sounds are for me and only me. So be quiet. Understood?”
She drops her head between her shoulders, silent in her defiance. That earns her another sharp smack on the ass, and she whimpers, arching her back as she bites down hard on her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape.
“Say you understand, Blue,” I growl.
“I understand,” she whispers softly, her voice barely above a breath.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur as I drop to my knees and slide the flimsy fabric down her legs, taking it off. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. I tap her inner thighs twice. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
She quickly obeys, and I get a perfect view of her glistening pussy that’s making a mess out of her thighs. Placing my hands on the curve of her ass, I lick her slit with one long and languid stroke. Another small moan comes out of her, so I stand and grip her chin, parting her lips.
“Let me help you stay quiet,” I whisper roughly, shoving her panties inside her mouth. Her eyes bulge, but her thighs clench, seeking friction. “Is your pussy craving my tongue? My cock? You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” I give her ass another smack, because I don’t tire of the sound, or how good my palm feels against her smooth skin. I love how well she responds to it, and how much she enjoys being controlled.
She nods eagerly, eyes closed, opening her legs even wider. I swiftly turn her around and drop to my knees again, lifting her and wrapping both of her legs around my shoulders. Locking my gaze on hers, I dive in, circling my tongue around her sensitive bud as I grip her ass, pressing her pussy against my face, letting her arousal suffocate me.
I would die a happy man if it meant I could drown in all of her. The sight of her is painfully beautiful with her chest heaving and her moans being muffled by the flimsy fabric she calls underwear.
My tongue strokes her slit back and forth, painfully slow. I’m enjoying how she tries to writhe but can’t because I have her pinned against the wall. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, the slurping sounds making the scene deliciously filthy. I want her on the brink of an orgasm, but not there quite yet, because I want her to come around my cock tonight.
I place her legs back on the floor for a moment, and she makes quick work of my pants and boxers as I grab the condom from my wallet. She points at her mouth, raising an eyebrow in question, and I nod, allowing her to take it out. This is one of my favorite things about Sophia. She has the sassiest mouth but also knows when to obey. Knowing she lets me have some sort of control makes my cock entirely too excited. It makes me feel good and like I accomplished the impossible. She’s learned to trust me, and hell, I’ve learned to trust her, too.
She grabs the condom and opens the foil with her teeth, bringing out the latex and rolling it on me quickly. I don’t give her a chance to stabilize herself before I wrap her legs around my waist and bury myself to the hilt in one fell swoop as I crash my lips on hers in a desperate kiss, eagerly swallowing every one of her moans. She kisses me back just as fervently, and I start pounding into her, desperate to feel her pussy grip my cock. We keep kissing each other, exploring each other’s mouths to avoid making any loud noises. It’s loud outside, sure, but I don’t want to give people a show. This is a moment for us. I fuck her fast and hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin over and over filling out the room with the muffled sounds of the fast-tempo music from outside. We stop kissing to catch our breaths, and I rest my forehead against hers as I keep thoroughly fucking her. And we don’t break eye contact, not even for a second. I do my best to contain the groans that want to come out of me every time I bury myself deep inside of her, and she just looks at me with parted lips. Breathless, low moans come out of her pretty mouth as her eyes roam all over my face. And fuck, I feel like the luckiest man in the world every time she looks at me like that.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, baby.” Thrust . “I love how eagerly your pussy takes my cock.” Thrust . “And I especially love when you look at me with those pretty eyes of yours like you want me.” Thrust .
“I do want you,” she says through a low moan. “I feel so full. And you feel so good,” she continues through soft moans.
She tilts her head back, and I place one of my hands around her throat, pressing softly. She wraps her hand on top of mine and presses even more, her eyes finding mine.
“You’ve already ruined me, Lorenzo. Now I need you to own me.”
Hearing those words leave her mouth is what completely breaks me. I keep one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her in place then keep my other hand wrapped around her throat as I start thrusting harder and faster. I’m fucking her deeper than I ever thought was possible. Thrust after animalistic thrust, I want nothing more than to feel her come around me. I want nothing more than to see her become a mess because of me.
“Come for me. I want to feel your cunt gripping my cock, milking every ounce of me. I want you to make a mess, baby. Now ,” I say through a groan, and she…lets go.
She places one hand on top of her mouth to stop her cries as the orgasm erupts out of her. Her legs begin to shake, and I try to keep us both stable as I thrust once, twice more, chasing my own orgasm. Her pussy keeps gripping me as my cock pulsates, coming so hard I swear I see stars.
Once we get our bearings, she hugs me tightly, and I settle my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her in. I will never, ever get tired of this. My need for this girl will just continue to grow, and the thought is frightening, because Sophia and I will never be more than this, even when my heart has me believing it can be possible if I really try.
Even when I know I’m the last man on Earth who deserves such a strong, perfect woman like her.