Chapter 46
Chapter
Forty-Six
RAYNE
Idon’t know what it is about Enzo Medici, but any time spent in his company leaves me feeling only one way lately—hornier than a cat in heat. Actually, I do know what it is. It’s because he’s always looking at me like he wants to fuck me where I stand. Or devour me whole. Or both.
By the time we leave the diner, my panties are damp and I’m thinking of all the ways he might make me come when we get to the hotel, and what mode of delivery I’d prefer first. Fingers, mouth, or cock? All a solid choice.
Speaking of solid, he grabs me from behind and kisses the nape of my neck while he rubs his hard length against the small of my back. “Enzo,” I moan.
That elicits a deep, throaty chuckle from him. “I recognize that tone, baby. Does my girl need to come?”
“Yes,” I say, sounding far too desperate for my liking. But having spent the past two weeks giving me orgasms on demand, he’s created a monster in me.
His lips dust over my neck to the shell of my ear as he guides me to the bike. “I have an idea.”
“You do, huh?”
He nods, takes a quick glance around the parking lot.
The spaces for bikes are at the rear, sheltered by some trees, and as there are no other bikes here except his, this part of the lot is pretty deserted.
I’m not sure it’s deserted enough for that twinkle in his eye though, even if it has got me all kinds of intrigued.
He sets down our helmets and then takes a seat on his bike, his solid thighs spread wide as his feet easily reach the ground, unlike mine. He taps the seat in front of him. “Hop on, baby. Facing me.”
Now, I know exactly what he has in mind. “Here?”
He gives me the sexiest smile I think I’ve ever seen in my entire life. “Yeah, here. Just like we used to.”
“We were teenagers then. Well, I was at least.”
He arches an eyebrow. “I recall us doing this well into our twenties, Rayne.” He takes hold of my hand and pulls me closer, until I bump against his thighs.
He brushes his lips over mine, in the faintest whisper of a kiss, and I whimper, actually whimper.
I truly am a horny cat in heat. “Besides, my girl really needs to come, and it’s my duty to take care of her every need.
I don’t take those kinds of responsibilities lightly. ”
No, he does not. And I don’t exactly need to come. At least I didn’t until he started talking about it in that deep, growly voice he uses that he knows melts my panties, and now it’s all I can think about. So, I acquiesce to his request and climb onto the bike, straddling him.
“That’s my girl.” With deft fingers, he pops the button my jeans and slides down my zipper.
I’m trembling with anticipation, eyes darting around the parking lot for any sign of potential spectators. “Eyes on me, Rayne. I won’t let anyone see you come for me.”
“You’re sure?”
He kisses me softly. “I’m sure,” he murmurs against my lips.
And then his big, powerful hand is inside my panties, and his pointer finger is circling my clit. “I knew you’d be already wet, but you’re soaked. Again.” He tuts.
“I think we’ve established that is pretty much my default setting around you.”
A smug grin spreads across his face. “Yeah, it is.”
He shoves his hand deeper into my underwear and slips a thick finger inside me. My head spins so violently that I’m forced to grab onto the lapels of his jacket to keep me upright, so he wraps his free arm around me. “Come here, baby,” he growls, tugging me closer.
“Enzo,” I whimper. “Do you think we should do this here?”
“Yeah,” he groans, working his digit deeper inside me. “Fuck, you’re so tight like this, Rayne. I wish we were somewhere quieter and I’d bend you over this bike and fuck you until you soaked the seat with your cum.”
Oh, god. I soak him in a rush of heat.
“Almost there already and I’ve barely started,” he groans. “Christ, baby. You really do love being fingered, don’t you?”
I bite down on my lip and nod, trying to stop myself from screaming in this parking lot.
But he’s right. I do love this—everything about it.
The way his powerful hands can be so gentle one moment and rough the next.
The way he can unravel me with just the slightest bit of pressure.
How the muscles in his forearm flex with every movement he makes.
I’m a slut for a good finger-bang. Have been ever since my eighteenth birthday when he made me come this way for the very first time.
“I’m the only man who’s ever going to touch you again, Rayne. You’re all mine, baby, and I will never fucking let you go again.” He grinds the heel of his palm against my swollen clit and pleasure rockets through my veins, lighting me up like wildfire.
“I’m yours, Enzo,” I pant out, riding his hand as he works me over with the skill of a man who is a master of his craft.
He pulls me even closer, his mouth resting against my ear. “I’ll make this a quick one. Because when we get to the hotel I’m going to make you beg to come, baby. I’m going to finger and eat and fuck you over and over again until you’re begging me to get off.”
His words are the match to my fuse, and my core detonates. I fist my hands in his jacket and bury my face to his chest, bucking against him as he rubs every last tremor and ripple of my climax from me.
“There’s my girl,” he says, his voice so soft and soothing it makes me feel safe even in this most vulnerable of states.
He slips his hand out of my panties, and I shiver at the loss of his touch. He uses the soaking finger he just had inside me to tip my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “You feel better?”
“I feel boneless.”
He can’t mask the smug look on his face—and probably doesn’t want to. What guy doesn’t want to be told he just gave a girl the kind of orgasm that turned her to actual mush. “Will you be okay to get to the hotel?”
I nod. “I’ll just cling on to you like a baby monkey.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re way cuter than a baby monkey.” Then he sucks his wet finger into his mouth and groans. “Fucking delicious too. Now get your ass on the back of this bike so I can take you to bed.”
There’s a promise in his words that makes my knees tremble. What the hell is wrong with me? He sees my reaction too, and smirks. “There’s no need to be an arrogant douche about it, Enzo,” I chastise him.
“Baby, you have me wandering this earth with a dick so permanently hard I could cut diamonds with it. The fact that you’re just as desperate for me as I am for you just makes us perfect for each other. That’s not arrogance, that’s kismet.”
“Smooth talker.” I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.
He keeps hold of my hand while I climb off him with shaky legs, then helps me climb back onto the seat behind him. I hold on tight the whole way to the hotel, tighter than is necessary. Because he’s mine too, and I’m not sure I can ever let him go.