Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Sophia
The drive from the hotel to Lorenzo's restaurant is silent except for my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Lorenzo's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle jumping beneath his skin.
Lorenzo leads me through the back entrance, past the dark kitchen, up the stairs to his office. But instead of stopping there, he continues down the hall to a door I've never noticed before.
"I need to check on some things," he says, unlocking it. "The apartment upstairs. Where I stay when I work late."
The "apartment" is more like a luxury suite.
Lorenzo moves to his desk, shuffling through papers like they're suddenly the most important thing in the world. Like he didn't just kiss me senseless in front of Chicago's entire underworld. Like he didn't slide this ring onto my finger with hands that barely trembled.
"Want to get in?" I ask, gesturing toward the bedroom visible through an open door.
"Sophia." My name comes out strangled. "Don't."
"Don't what?" I move closer to him, close enough to smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of whiskey from the party. "Don't want you? Too late for that."
"You don't know what you're asking for."
"Then show me."
I reach for his tie, loosening it slowly. His hand catches my wrist, but he doesn't push me away. Just holds me there, suspended between yes and no.
"I'm not some boy who'll fumble around in the dark with you," he says, voice rough. "If I take you to that bed, everything changes."
"Everything already has changed." I use my free hand to trace the edge of his jaw, feeling the tension there. "Stop pretending it hasn't."
Something snaps in his eyes. One second I'm standing, the next he's lifting me like I weigh nothing, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. His mouth crashes into mine, all that careful control from the party completely gone.
He carries me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. The room is dark except for city lights filtering through the windows. When he sets me on the bed, I expect him to follow, but he stays standing, looking down at me with an expression I can't read.
"Last chance," he says, voice deadly serious. "You can still run."
Instead of answering with words, I lean back on my elbows, letting the black dress ride up my thighs. I arch slightly, watching his eyes track the movement.
"I want you to be my first," I say, and the words come out steadier than I expected. "The first to fuck me."
Lorenzo's entire body goes rigid. Then he's looming over me, hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in.
"If I do this," his voice is pure gravel now, "I'll be your first and only, Sophia. No one else touches you. Ever. You understand what that means?"
That single word breaks whatever control he was maintaining. His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and demanding. His hands find my zipper, pulling it down completely this time. The dress loosens, and Lorenzo pulls back just enough to watch as he peels it away from my body.
The cool air hits my skin, raising goosebumps. I'm left in the lingerie I bought during our shopping trip. Black lace that suddenly feels like both too much and not enough. Lorenzo's eyes burn as they travel over me, taking in every inch of exposed skin.
"Beautiful," he breathes, and his hands follow the path his eyes just took.
"Stand up." Lorenzo's voice cuts through the haze of desire. "Back against the headboard."
My legs shake as I move to obey, the cool wood pressing against my spine.
"Open your legs."
Heat floods my face, but I do it, spreading my feet shoulder-width apart. My hands grip the headboard behind me for balance.
Lorenzo steps back from the bed, his fingers moving to his shirt buttons. Each one reveals more of his chest. Lean muscle, not bulky but defined in a way that speaks of strength. A thin scar runs along his ribs. His shoulders roll as he shrugs the shirt off completely.
His hands move to his belt, and my breath catches. He pushes everything down in one smooth motion, stepping out of his clothes with that same lethal grace he brings to everything.
God. His cock stands thick and hard, the length of it making my stomach clench with equal parts fear and want. The muscles of his thighs flex as he moves, a light trail of dark hair leading down from his navel. Another scar marks his hip, this one jagged like a knife wound.
Lorenzo climbs onto the bed. His hands find my thighs, pushing them wider. The black lace between my legs is soaked through.
"Already so wet for me." His fingers hook into the waistband, dragging the underwear down slowly as I close my legs to help him. The fabric catches, pulls, then slides free. He tosses it aside without looking where it lands. I open my legs again.
"Hold the headboard," he commands, positioning himself between my spread legs. "You can grip it as tight as you need, but you don't lift your body from my mouth. Not even an inch. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Then his mouth is on me, and every thought scatters. His tongue finds my clit immediately, circling it. My knees buckle, but his hands grip my thighs, keeping me upright and open for him.
"Fuck, you taste perfect," he groans against me, the vibration making me gasp. "Been thinking about this for days. Having you spread open for me, shaking while I eat this sweet pussy."
His tongue dips lower, pushing inside me, and my hands clench the headboard so hard my knuckles turn white. The urge to move, to grind against his face, is overwhelming, but I force myself to stay still.
"That's it," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak. "Be a good girl and take it. Let me taste every inch of you."
He sucks my clit between his lips, and I gasp every time. My legs tremble violently, but Lorenzo's grip keeps me in place, keeps me exactly where he wants me.
"Could do this for hours," he says, his tongue tracing patterns that make me whimper. "Make you come on my tongue over and over until you're begging me to stop. Would you like that, Sophia? Would you like me to keep you here, shaking and desperate, until you can't walk anymore?"
A broken moan escapes me as he returns to his task with renewed intensity, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure. The headboard creaks under my grip as pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each pass of his tongue.
The heat builds and builds until I can't contain it anymore. My entire body tightens, muscles locking as the orgasm crashes through me. A cry tears from my throat, raw and desperate. My legs shake violently in Lorenzo's grip as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
"That's it, baby," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, drawing out every last tremor. "So fucking perfect when you come."
When my legs finally stop shaking, Lorenzo guides me down onto the bed. My body feels boneless, but somehow I need more. Need everything. Need him everywhere at once.
Lorenzo moves up my body, pressing soft kisses along my stomach, between my breasts, up my throat. When he reaches my mouth, I taste myself on his lips.
"Are you sure?" His voice is strained, like holding back costs him everything. "We can stop. We don't have to—"
"Yes." I pull his face down to mine. "Please, Lorenzo. I need you."
He searches my eyes for a long moment. "I'm not using a condom." His thumb strokes my cheek. "I'm clean. I know you are too."
"I trust you." And I do. Completely.
Lorenzo settles between my thighs, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The solid heat of him makes me feel small and protected at the same time. His mouth finds my neck, sucking gently at the spot where my pulse hammers.
"Going to mark you," he murmurs against my skin. "So everyone knows you're mine."
His lips travel lower, capturing one nipple between his teeth. The sharp sensation makes me arch beneath him, my hands tangling in his hair. He lavishes attention on each breast until I'm writhing, desperate for more.
"Please," I gasp. "Lorenzo, please."
"Shh." He kisses me deeply, swallowing my pleas. "I've got you."
I feel him position himself at my entrance. The broad head of his cock presses against me, and suddenly I understand why he spent so long preparing me. He's big. Really big.
"Look at me," he commands softly. "Keep your eyes on mine."
I do, getting lost in the dark intensity of his gaze as he starts to push inside. The stretch burns immediately. My body resists the intrusion, muscles clenching involuntarily.
"Relax, baby." His voice is tight, controlled. "Breathe for me."
I force myself to exhale, and he slides in another inch. The fullness is overwhelming. Not quite pain but not pleasure either. Something in between that makes my breath catch.
"Fuck," Lorenzo groans, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect."
The raw need in his voice does something to me. Makes the discomfort worth it. Makes me want to give him everything.
He moves deeper, slowly, letting my body adjust to each inch. I feel myself stretching around him, accommodating his size. The burning sensation intensifies when he gets deeper.
"This might hurt," he warns, kissing my temple.
"I know." My nails dig into his shoulders. "It's okay."
With one smooth thrust, he pushes through. Sharp pain lances through me, and I can't help the small cry that escapes. Lorenzo immediately stills, peppering my face with kisses.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." His voice cracks slightly. "The worst is over, I promise."
He stays perfectly still, letting me adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. The pain starts to fade, replaced by an odd sense of fullness. Of completion. Like this is exactly where he's supposed to be.
"You can move," I whisper.
Lorenzo pulls back slightly, then pushes in again. The friction is intense, unfamiliar. Not quite pleasure yet, but his groan of satisfaction makes heat pool in my belly.
"Christ, Sophia." His jaw clenches as he fights for control. "You feel incredible. Never felt anything this good."
Lorenzo
The third time catches me completely off guard.
I'm half-asleep, body still humming from round two, when Sophia's hand wraps around my cock. Again. Christ, this woman is going to kill me.
"Already?" My voice comes out rough, disbelieving.
She turns those honey eyes on me, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "I need you."
And fuck if that doesn't make me instantly hard. Every single time. Like I'm eighteen again instead of thirty-four.
"You're insatiable." But I'm already pulling her against me, already drowning in the taste of her mouth.
This time she pushes me onto my back, straddling my thighs. The sight of her above me, skin flushed and hair wild, makes my cock throb.
"I want to try something," she says, then turns around.
Holy fuck.
She positions herself facing away from me. The view is absolutely devastating. Her perfect ass right there, the elegant curve of her spine, the way her hair falls forward as she reaches between her legs to grip me.
"Sophia..." My hands find her hips automatically, fingers digging into soft flesh.
She lowers herself slowly, taking me inch by inch.
From this angle, I can see everything. See myself disappearing inside her, see how her body stretches to accommodate me.
My hands itch to smack that perfect ass, to mark it red with my handprints, but I hold back.
She's still new to this. Still discovering what she likes. There'll be time for that later.
"Oh God," she gasps as she sinks down completely. "You feel even bigger like this."
She starts to move, finding a rhythm that makes us both groan. Her movements are not practiced but the enthusiasm more than makes up for it. She rides me like she's been starving for this her whole life.
"That's it, baby." My thumbs stroke her lower back. "Take what you need."
And she does. She bounces on my cock with abandon, those perfect ass cheeks flexing with each movement. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room. I watch myself slide in and out of her.
"Lorenzo," she moans, grinding down harder. "It feels so good."
Her pace increases, desperate and needy. One of her hands reaches forward to grip my thigh for leverage, nails digging in. The slight pain only adds to the pleasure.
I'm not going to last. Not with this view, not with the way she's moving, not with those little whimpers she makes every time she takes me deep. My balls tighten, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine.
"Sophia, I'm close." My grip on her hips tightens. "I'm going to—"
"Yes," she gasps, grinding down harder. "Please."
But I can't come inside her. That's asking for trouble neither of us is ready for.
With effort that nearly kills me, I lift her off my cock. She whines at the loss, but I'm already stroking myself.
I come hard, spurting across my own stomach and chest. Rope after rope of cum paints my skin as I groan her name. Sophia watches over her shoulder, eyes dark with fascination.
"Next time," she says, voice full of promise, "I want to watch you do that up close."
Jesus Christ. This woman. She collapses beside me, curling into my side despite the mess. Her fingers trace lazy patterns through the cum on my chest, and the sight is obscene and perfect all at once.
"You're going to be sore tomorrow," I warn, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Worth it." She yawns, finally showing signs of exhaustion. "So worth it."