14. Enzo
Enzo
Throwing off my black T-shirt, I move to crawl onto the edge of the bed, but Josephine’s foot in the center of my chest stops me in my tracks.
Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I bring her foot to my mouth and take her toe between my teeth.
I give it a sharp bite and she shrieks. “Is there something I can do for you, Sweetheart?”
“I just wanted to look at you for a second,” she beams up at me.
Playing along, I drop her foot, take half a step back, and hold my arms wide. “Well, by all means, look away.”
Joe laughs as she moves to a kneeling position, and I can’t help but puff out my chest in pride as I watch her eyes eat up every inch of me.
“God, you really are hot as fuck,” she says before climbing off the bed and standing in front of me.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she pulls it over her head.
But I couldn’t tell you where the hell it went after that because my eyes remain glued on the way her hair drapes over her breasts.
In a matter of two seconds, it feels as if all the blood in my body is sent straight to my cock. “Right back at ya,” I groan.
Joe grabs the waistband of my sweatpants and pulls me to her. “You wanna fuck me, Lorenzo?”
I thought it was obvious, but maybe not.
“Yeah, I wanna fuck you, Sweetheart. I’ve wanted to bury myself inside of you since I watched you pin that asshole to the ground in the middle of the street.”
Joe bites at her lower lip, and her gunmetal eyes dance between mine. Using the hand that’s not still holding my pants. she reaches up and grabs at my jaw. And with the most sultry voice I’ve ever heard spill from her perfectly full lips, she says, “Then fuck me. And I mean fuck. Me.”
Oh, fuck yeah.
Joe releases her hold on me as I move my hands to her ass and scoop her up. Her legs immediately wrap around me, feeling my throbbing erection at her center. She moans deep in her chest, and the sound feels like it instantly recenters everything that has felt off-kilter for days.
I may not know exactly where I stand in my relationship with Luca and Seb, and I sure as shit don’t know what is going to happen with Dante and me, but one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt is that this woman is the prize I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
Everything I have or haven’t done has led me to her.
And just when I thought she couldn’t get any more perfect, she lightly slaps my cheek. “I thought I just told you to fuck me. Not stand there and gawk.”
“Jesus fucking christ,” I growl, more turned on than I thought possible.
“That’s more like it,” she replies.
I crash my mouth to hers. Her lips open for me beautifully, but she doesn’t let my tongue search her mouth, and instead, she fights me for dominance of the kiss.
So that’s the game we’re going to play?
Letting go of her ass with one hand, I reach up and wrap her hair around my fist, and give it a sharp tug. Joe moans into my mouth but still won’t let me in. I take her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a gentle nip. “Let me,” I groan.
She kisses me again, but a moment later, she tugs my lip between her teeth. Only, unlike my gentle warning, she bites down hard, causing me to hiss. And when she finally lets go, and I lick my lip, the tangy taste of copper coats my tongue.
“No,” she replies.
We stare at one another for a moment, seconds suspended in time, before our lips collide once again. Only this time, we both know the game.
In a few long strides, I’m crossing the room and slamming her against the wall.
Knowing she’s not going anywhere, I plant my palms flat against the drywall on either side of her head.
Joe tips her head back, and her lips part open when mine come in contact with her neck.
I nip and suck along the sensitive skin, savoring the way her hips involuntarily move against me.
Before I know it, she’s pushing against my chest. I shuffle backward, causing her to slide off the wall and land on her feet. And I’m not really sure how she does it, but a second later she spins me and pushes me off the wall. I land with a thud.
Fuck, me. That was hot.
I don’t have a chance to vocalize how turned on that just made me because she’s already dropping to her knees before me.
Joe grips the band of my sweatpants and seductively works them down my legs, letting my dick spring free.
I watch as her eyes quickly dart to the piercing at the head, as if she almost forgot it was there.
Then, she places both of her hands flat on my stomach before looking up at me through her dark eyelashes, sticking out her tongue, and licking from the base of my cock to the tip.
I watch, my breath heavy, as the tip of her tongue laps at the small bead of precum before she slowly, and I mean fucking slowly, drags her nails over my hips and down my thighs.
Pressing hard enough that one of her nails nicks the skin.
And just like she did only a second ago, she sticks her tongue out, eyes zeroed in on the small droplet of blood.
“Josephine,” I warn, using her full name. Because if she does this, I’m so fucking gone it’s not even funny.
She looks at me with those fucking eyes, waits a half-second, and runs the surface of her tongue up the full length of my thigh, cleaning up the droplet of blood as she goes. She bites at the skin once she reaches my hipbone before licking her lips.
I’m man enough to admit that I fall to my fucking knees. Right then and there, I fall to my knees, and she hasn’t even made me come.
However, I quickly recover as I notice Joe shift from kneeling to sitting before she starts scooting away from me. “Josephine.”
“Ooo, again with the ‘Josephine.’” She scoots further away.
I plant my hands on the ground and crawl to her.
My eyes zero in on the fact that she’s not wearing any underwear beneath those little cotton pajama shorts because I have a clear view of her pussy.
And even from here, I can tell it’s dripping for me.
In one quick move, I’m able to reach out and wrap my hand around her ankle.
Pulling her leg out from under her, her torso collides with the floor.
Her devious giggle fills the room as I pull her to me.
“What are you gonna do?” she taunts.
I take the white lace that runs along the hem of her shorts between my fingers. Rubbing it between the pad of my thumb and forefinger, I ask, “You like these?”
“Yes,” she answers warily.
“Good.” Grabbing the delicate cotton with both hems, I rip the shorts off her body in one go.
“Lorenzo!” she shouts.
She half-heartedly attempts to slide away from me again, but I quickly pin her hips to the floor. “I don’t fucking think so.”
I readjust myself so I’m able to lean over and run my tongue along the inside of her thigh. Josephine moans. But that moan quickly turns to a hiss when I start biting at the sensitive skin, leaving mark after mark as I make my way up to the apex of her thigh. But I don’t touch her there.
Not yet.
I continue to lick and bite up her stomach, over her breasts, and along the slope of her neck until I’m hovering above her face.
Reaching up, I hold her face in my hand, just like she did to me when she started this game. With my other hand, I reach down and grab hold of my cock and, with the pad of my thumb, do my best to rub the precum over the head.
“You’re about to get exactly what you asked for, Sweetheart.”