Chapter 17 #3
His hand is working up a storm at my centre while he runs his tongue from the base of my throat up my neck and captures my lips again, his kiss this time is possessive, hard…
bruising my lips. His tongue is vicious in its pursuit, taking what it wants, invasive and delicious.
He’s rough. This is new to me. None of my boyfriends have ever been rough with me before and I find that I like it… I like it a lot.
“Mmm yes.”
Is all I can muster as Lorenzo slides his finger inside me, exploring, feeling, stroking my walls while adding pressure on my clit with the pad of his large thumb.
His lips drop to my throat, kissing, biting and sucking.
I tilt my head back allowing him access while he adds another finger and starts to thrust…
in and out… in and out, creating a sinful rhythm.
“Lorenzo.”
His name is a whisper on my lips as I feel the familiar tug at my core.
He keeps stroking, keeping the pressure of his thumb on my clit steady and comes back up for another kiss never once breaking his rhythm.
My muscles start to tighten and I clench around his fingers as the pressure builds.
When he adds a third finger and circles his thumb around my swollen bud…
I peak and shatter around his fingers. My body spasms, jolt after jolt pulsing through me like a power surge.
It seems like hours have passed before my body starts to relax in his arms as he holds me steady.
I can feel the heat from my chest rising up to my neck and flooding my cheeks, realisation dawning on me with thunderous force. I just came on my employer’s hand.
I stare at him, embarrassed by how easily my body gave in to him, as he slowly removes his hand from my pants.
Holding his fingers up in front of us both, my release clearly visible on his fingers, glistening in the dim light.
He rubs his fingers together with a wicked look on his face, a small smirk tugging on his gorgeous lips.
I can’t look; this is mortifying. So, I turn my head away.
“Look at me Elena!” His voice is a command, and like the good girl I am, I obey.
Turning my gaze towards him I watch as he lifts his fingers to his lips, opens his mouth and sucks them clean.
The act is so erotic and filthy, I fear I might pass out. He repeats the process for good measure and towers over me again cupping my jaw and tilting my head up so I look into his eyes.
“So sweet, Mia Sirena… (my Siren) just like I knew you’d taste.”
Before I could even fathom a response, his lips are on mine again. His kiss is slow this time, sensual and his mouth is hot. He flicks his tongue against mine before sucking my own into his mouth.
“Can you taste yourself in my mouth Elena?” He kisses me again before I can answer.
“See how good you taste.” He whispers between kisses.
“There are so many things you make me want to explore with you. I want to lay you across my desk and fuck you so hard… you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
Sweet baby Jesus. Who knew he had such a filthy mouth. He’s kissing my jaw, nipping and sucking, working his way to my ear, where he bites my earlobe just a little too hard, whispering in my ear.
“I want to make you cry out my name while you come on my cock, Elena.”
“Lorenzo…” He cuts me off and just shakes his head… no.
“Don’t Bella. I know I shouldn’t do this. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. But you’re making it damn hard to keep my word. I just needed a taste.”
His warm breath fans my neck. His nose nuzzling my throat as he speaks. I don’t know what he’s talking about, my head is still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me and my legs feel like jelly. What promise? And to whom?
“Just one taste, just this one time.”
He pulls away and looks into my eyes with… sorrow? … regret?
Oh my God, he regrets what happened. How could I be so stupid? Tears start to burn the back of my eyes and I blink rapidly to keep them at bay. How could I have been such a fool? I gave in so easily… Didn’t even put up a fight.
Heat rises to my face, for an entirely different reason and I open my mouth to speak just as a crackling sound captures our attention.
Both our gazes snap to the monitor on his desk and Angelo’s tiny voice comes through the baby monitor.
I hadn’t even noticed the rain had gotten heavier, bright flashes of lightning illuminate the dim interior of the office as the thunder rumbles overhead.
The weather matching the turmoil in my stomach at this moment. I think I might throw up.
The thunder must have woken Angel up.
Lorenzo and I break our gaze from the monitor and turn to face each other at the same time.
He lifts his hand to my face but I back away, fear of rejection taking over my emotions.
Stepping back and away from him with a look that could be described as a deer in headlights I mutter –
“I should go check on him.” I turn around faster than the spin cycle on the washing machine and I’m out of there, running upstairs to Angelo’s room. As I round the corner, I hear my name being called from his office but I ignore it.