Chapter 10 Let Me Breathe
Krystal reached into her purse, pulled out a small white pill, and slipped it between his parted lips.
“This will help,” she whispered, brushing back his damp hair. “But it’s still going to burn through you for a while.”
Lorenzo growled low in his throat, the sound rough and primal. Then he crashed his mouth into hers.
The kiss was a hungry, desperate thing—his lips devouring hers, his teeth catching her lower lip and tugging before suckling it into his mouth. His tongue followed, wet and hot, coaxing hers inside his mouth and curling around it as if he couldn’t get enough.
She felt him throb against her leg—hard, pulsing with a desperate need that only she could soothe.
Gasping for air, she tore her lips from his. “Lorenzo… how about you take a cold shower?” she managed, backing away toward the bedroom.
But he kept coming.
His steps were slow and predatory, his eyes dark with desire. She barely made it to the window when her back hit the cool glass—and he was on her again.
“Don’t move,” he growled, catching her wrists in one strong hand. In a single motion, he tugged the scarf from her hair and used it to bind her wrists together.
“Wait—hey—Lorenzo—”
But he was already lifting her arms, tying them to the curtain rod above the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Her arms stretched high, her toes still brushing the ground.
Before she could process, he grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it upward. It bunched around her elbows, covering her eyes and blinding her to everything else. Only her nose and mouth were still exposed.
“Lorenzo!” she gasped, blinking in the sudden darkness.
“Don’t disturb me,” he whispered, his breath brushing hot against her ear.
She heard a soft click behind her—her bra unclasping—and then he slid it up to tangle it with the shirt above her head. The cool air touched her bare chest, sending a sharp shiver through her as her nipples hardened instantly.
“Lorenzo…” she whispered, panic flickering in her voice.
“Quiet,” he rasped.
His hand slid around her waist and pushed her skirt and panties down in one rough motion. He kicked them aside, then grabbed behind her knees, lifting her just enough to make the rest fall. The movement was fast, frantic, and hungry.
His face buried in the crook of her neck, warm breath fanning over her skin. He pressed his body tight against hers, letting her feel every hard inch of him.
“Your drive me fucking insane,” he murmured hoarsely, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear.
His erection throbbed against her hip, urgent and aching. One hand moved up her side, fingers brushing her ribcage before cupping her heavy breast, his thumb grazing her nipple. The other hand slid behind her, gripping her ass before trailing between her thighs.
His fingers rubbed her slowly, testing the heat and wetness building between her legs.
“Ah…” she moaned softly, her body twitching under the blindfold.
Her breath came in short, needy gasps. Tied and helpless, she could hardly move—every sensation heightened, every touch amplified.
Lorenzo grabbed her face with the same hand that had been cupping her breast. He tilted her head, claiming her mouth again—this time deeper, darker. His tongue dragged hers out, tasting her as if starved, then biting her lip with a fierce hunger.
Krystal gasped, breathless from the force of Lorenzo’s touch. His hands pinned her still, and she didn’t dare make any sudden movements. All she could do was tilt her head back, helpless, as his lips claimed her neck with burning urgency.
He kissed and nibbled her soft skin, his tongue dragging up the delicate curve from her collarbone to the underside of her ear, then trailing back down.
Every lick left a feverish wetness in its path, making her skin shiver.
His mouth worked with slow, relentless hunger, blanketing her neck in kisses so deep and damp she could barely catch her breath.
By the time he finally pulled back, her chest was heaving, her lips parted in desperate need. She lifted her head, gasping, eyes glazed with heat. For a moment, she forgot where they were—or that she was even bound.
Lorenzo smirked at her breathless state. Without warning, he grabbed her thigh and hooked her leg around his waist, pressing his hips hard against her. His hand slid between her legs, cupping her heat.
“A-ah—!” Krystal choked out, eyes widening in shock.
His fingers moved against her tender spot with deliberate, teasing strokes. She twisted her hips, instinctively trying to pull away, but tied as she was, there was nowhere to go.
Lorenzo locked her in place, one leg pressing hers still. His grip on her waist tightened.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled low against her ear. “You’re the one who started this—teasing me until I’m hard enough to lose my mind. Do you even realize how badly I want to take you right now?”
His hand traveled over her back, trailing lower, squeezing the curve of her ass as if restraining himself took everything he had. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell like heaven. I could spend the whole night leaving my marks here.”
Krystal whimpered softly, her lips parted, body already trembling under his touch.
Then his fingers found her entrance—slick and pulsing with need.
His middle finger slipped in, slow but firm, and began to pump rhythmically.
At the same time, his mouth dropped to her chest. His tongue flicked over one nipple before he caught it between his teeth, nibbling just hard enough to make her writhe.
“Mmmph…” She bit her lower lip hard, trying not to let the sounds escape her throat. She was already too wet, too overwhelmed.
But her body betrayed her. Every pump of his finger pulled a rush of wetness from her. The slick sounds echoed faintly, shameful and hot. She clenched around him involuntarily.
Lorenzo groaned against her breast, the vibrations traveling straight through her core.
His lips returned to hers. He kissed her deep and hard, stealing her breath, licking into her mouth like he owned it.
Then he dropped to his knees.
Her breath caught.
“Lorenzo—” she whispered, panicked, but his hands were already on her thighs, spreading them wider.
Then, his mouth was on her.
Hot. Wet. Desperate.
His tongue stroked her folds with maddening precision, sliding between them and circling her sensitive nub until her knees buckled.
His grip kept her steady as he licked her again and again, greedy and relentless.
One of his hands caressed her hip, while the other slipped beneath to squeeze the roundness of her behind.
“Ah… Lorenzo—ahh!” Krystal moaned, her voice finally breaking free.
Her fingers clenched tightly around the binds above her, her whole body trembling. Every stroke of his tongue pushed her closer to the edge. Her thighs shook, her hips twitching uncontrollably.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed deep in his throat.
That did it.
Her body arched, a broken cry slipping from her lips as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.
“Lorenzo… let go of my arms,” Krystal whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.”
His gaze darkened as he pulled his mouth away from her, chest rising and falling with unrestrained heat.
With a grunt, he stepped back, then reached up and unfastened the scarf that bound her wrists.
The moment her arms were freed, Krystal dropped to her knees, her body too weak to stand.
Her skin glowed with sweat and need, flushed from everything he’d done.
Lorenzo yanked the tangled top and bra from Krystal’s arms, tossing them aside like they were nothing. Her skin was bare, flushed and glistening with sweat, breath coming in ragged gasps as she knelt before him. Her eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and raw, hungry desire.
In front of her, his shaft throbbed violently beneath his pants—so thick and rigid that even through the fabric, it was impossible to miss. The hard length pulsed like it hadn’t been touched in years, demanding attention.
Slowly, Krystal reached out, fingers trembling as she hooked them under the zipper and began to pull it down. Her other hand worked the button free with careful, deliberate patience. The waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear peeked out from beneath.
Her hands gripped the elastic seam, tugging his pants down until Lorenzo was fully exposed. He lifted his legs one by one, kicking his pants and underwear aside in one swift motion. His throbbing girth stood proud and hard, veins dark and pulsing with heat right before her eyes.
Her fingers hesitated for only a moment before slowly wrapping around his thick, pulsing length. The heat radiating from him sent an electric shiver through her fingertips as she closed her hand firmly around him, feeling every throb, every twitch beneath her palm.
“Fuck…!” he took a sharp breath in, his body tout and jerking into her hand.
The heat of him burned in her palm as she gently stroked, the smooth skin taut over the veins that throbbed with urgency. He was hard and heavy in her hands, and the sight of her so close, so submissive, made his jaw clench.
Her other hand slid up to her torso, caressing his stomach, his abs.
“I want your mouth,” Lorenzo said, his voice rough and urgent.
His hand shot up to his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons before ripping the fabric open and tearing the shirt off his body in one careless motion. He tossed it aside without a second thought.
Krystal’s hand moved slower now, tracing teasing circles along his length. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the tip with slow, delicate laps that sent a sharp intake of breath through him.
“God… yes,” he groaned, every muscle tightening under her touch. “Just like that.”
She parted her lips, taking the head of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh. Heat and tension coiled tightly in Lorenzo’s body, each stroke pulling him closer to the edge.