Chapter 15 #2
The 'yet' hangs in the air, shimmering, there for the taking.
"Tonight? No. But, Sir. Am I the dessert?"
I keep my gaze on him.
It's like we're fused, and the world falls away, but then he breaks it, dropping his gaze for a moment.
I'm breathing hard when he meets my eyes again.
"Tell you what, Lola. You tell me."
I suck in a deep breath at his giving me a choice, even in the game.
"Do you like dessert?"
"Lola, I fucking love dessert." He pauses. "Should I have some? Because I'm starved."
"You just had dinner."
"And?"
"I think, Sir, you're a bad man and want to have your way with me."
He slides in closer, moving behind me, pressing in. "You need to earn your way if you want that promotion."
Thrills ripple through me.
Enzo brushes the strands of hair from my neck, and his tongue and lips trace a smoldering trail. "Oh, I do."
Then he turns me, pinning me in, a hand on either side of my body as he leans in, his body brushing mine as he kisses me.
It's a soft nibble that makes me tremble. And when his tongue seeks entry, I open for him, and the kiss deepens, our tongues slow dancing, and I sigh into him, wrapping around him.
The kiss changes, grows deeper, harder, demanding, a dance of sex and slow devastation, and all I want is him, in me.
Then he stops, nuzzling my throat to my ear. "We only have a little while before the others return."
His words wrap around me, and I take the implicit intensity and light a fire beneath it, suddenly emboldened by the moment.
"Ten minutes. Make it quick, Sir."
"I'll try to get it done in five...for both of us..."
"You think you can get me off in five minutes?"
"Time me."
My pussy clenches as he spins me, throwing up the hem of my dress over my ass, and the sound of his zipper whispers in the air.
"Hard. Fast. And you'll come."
He pulls my panties to the side, and the tip of his rock-hard dick touches my wet and aching flesh.
"I will?"
"It's an order."
Oh, the sweetness of those words makes my blood sing.
He pushes in, hands coming down on mine, holding me there.
Then he thrusts in to the hilt.
"You look ahead, keep an eye out, and I'll be done in four."
"Four?" I whisper, his cock filling me.
I try to wiggle to get him moving, but he doesn't.
He stays buried in me, not letting me move.
"I could make it three."
It's on the tip of my tongue to point out that three is exactly what the premature, self-centered ejaculators might say, but I don't think that's what he means.
He's trying to say he can get me off in three.
And the thought shatters, and he grabs my hip and starts to angle into me, going hard and fast and deep, scraping against my G spot.
Fuck, does it feel good. Pleasure blooms, but it's not enough.
He hits hard each time. His balls slap against me.
I've no idea of time.
This is forever and a moment.
Then he slides his other hand between me and the balcony, and he strokes my clit.
I gasp as the pleasure both expands and contracts, down to where he's touching, down to where he's fucking. And he starts to do it in the way that drives me wild.
Steady pressure, twisting and stroking of my clit, his cock slamming in each time the same way.
The ecstasy starts blooming out, and that piercing note of insanity that comes from clitoral stimulation starts and throbs and then explodes.
I come hard, my entire being throbbing as my pussy clenches on his dick in spasms.
"Fuck, yes." He plunges into me one last time before his cock twitches and swells, and the hot blast of cum fills me, almost setting me off again.
I'm legless, unable to find footing as he stays in me, holding me up.
"Looks like you get your promotion. That was...three and a half minutes of decadent dessert."
"Ass," I say.
"You liked it. Wanna try again? This time slow? In my bed?"
"Is that an order?" I ask as he pulls free.
Enzo kisses my cheek. "Yes."
I follow him down the stairs, even though there's the elevator.
There's something sweet about bare feet and just a man's shirt on as he wears his pants with the top button undone.
We go into the kitchen. Lights come on low as we enter.
He curls his hands on my waist and picks me up, depositing me on the island. He pauses to touch the phone Lyndall gave me that now sits in the top pocket. "Expecting a call from some other man?"
"No." I scowl at him. "Maybe."
He drops a kiss on my lips. "I'll kill him."
"I asked Silas for a favor."
"I'll kill him." He glances at me as he opens the fridge door. "Hot chocolate?"
"Dessert."
He grins and moves between the sections of the fridge and freezer. Then presents me with a fork and a plate.
It's a scoop of ice cream and a perfect cake for one. Dark chocolate and a coulis.
I take a bite and end up straight in heaven.
The cake is sinfully good. Rich, dark, fudgy. And the ice cream is white chocolate and candied ginger.
It all comes together like an orgasmic marriage in my mouth.
"Hey," I say as he dives in with his fork. "Mine."
He comes close, lips against my ear. "Learn to share. There are two more in the fridge. Mine and Lyndall's. We can have mine tomorrow. Now, why did you call Silas?"
My phone rings. "Speaking of the devil..."
"Hey, look, I found this Luke Carlo. He's alive, prisoner of Enzo's father, and not in a good way."
I keep my gaze on Enzo. "Can you and Enzo help? It'd mean a lot to Lyndall."
Enzo rolls his eyes.
"I'll speak to him, but yeah, I'll help."
"Thanks, Silas."
Enzo snatches the phone and hangs up. "Luke?"
I nod. "It'd mean something—"
"That's what I'm afraid of. Did you blackmail Silas?"
"He owed me."
"Sure, I'll help." He looks more amused than annoyed.
"Really?"
"Of course. You can come to me with anything."