Chapter Nineteen #2
His free hand slides between my thighs. "You're so fucking wet. I don't think we should let that go to waste."
And he thrusts two fingers into me, making me gasp.
I reach out for the wall with one hand, but I can't reach it. Even though I know we're in darkness, it's like a spotlight is on me, and there's a whole audience in front.
The hiss of his zip smashes through the music and the hubbub in the room, and then—
Oh.
Fuck.
He thrusts into me, his fingers barely leaving my pussy before his cock slams home.
But he then slows it right down. Long, slow rocking strokes, agonizing in the way they fill me, inch by inch.
And every inch he fills is like he's licking my insides, like he's touching me everywhere.
His cock is steel and heat. And I long for each complete entry when his balls touch me.
With each long, slow thrust, I lose my grip on reality.
I don't care who sees. Bring on the spotlight. The audience.
I want to howl at the moon with how good it is.
And every time he enters and withdraws, I whimper, the spiking adrenaline flies higher.
He's sending the pleasure rushing in, and the pressure of pleasure presses down on me.
Then I'm gone, convulsing, biting my lip to stop screaming as I clench down, everything shaking.
It's like I'm trying to deny the orgasm, and it only makes it bigger, better, the most overwhelming thing I've experienced.
And he doesn't stop fucking me.
Those long, slow strokes through the contractions drive me crazy.
Then he shoves in, and his cock seems to grow, and he floods me with cum.
"Fuck me." He bites my nape.
The hand around my waist pushes me down as his other one digs into my thigh.
When he's done, he pulls out slowly, turns me, and kisses me. And then he says, "You need to keep that cum in you."
"Asshole."
"That's Sir." He kisses me again. "We should join the others."
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
He smirks. "And where's the fun in that?"
"I want to clean up."
"Before you go," he murmurs, kissing my ear.
I let out a breath. I didn't really think he'd say yes. "Fine."
"You seem relaxed."
"What can I say? The kinkier the sex, the lower my stress."
He smooths back a strand of hair, the self-satisfied smile still there. "I'll keep that in mind." Then he leans in. "And next time, we'll take our time."
"Not in public."
"Not in public. I'm neither here nor there on having an audience. I just like the role play, the denial, and the risk."
Enzo flags down a passing waitress and takes two glasses of champagne.
I accept mine with a smile and pretend to sip it. "This is the second time you've let me go out."
"With me. Not alone. With me."
"So, you're the caveat?"
Enzo shrugs. "With me, you're safe. When you're not, things might happen, and I'll worry. But I'm working on it."
"Well, thanks. I appreciate even this small amount of space and freedom. It's nice to see there's still a world."
But there's something in how he let me walk a bit that other night, and how he let me come here, mingle, and took his time in coming to me.
I think I might like his attention more than I thought I did.
"Play your cards right, and I might even let you see your hot friend, Ruby."
I narrow my eyes at him, and his lips twitch.
"Without a chaperone."
"So I can let off steam?"
"Within reason."
I eye him suspiciously, putting my full glass on a table.
I really don't believe for a second he'll let me go out on the town without him, but if he does...it might bode well for getting to see a doctor, too. With Lyndall. I don't want to get my hopes up. Not yet.
Still...
"It's not that I don't trust you, but you're kind of doing a one-eighty. And definitely looking this gift horse in the mouth."
Enzo puts his empty glass on a tray of empties a waiter is carrying and then raises his hands in surrender. "I've learned my lesson, okay? I'm just trying to give you what you need. Besides, Ruby's annoying. She keeps asking after you like I've murdered you or some fucking thing."
I smile and wrap my arms around him. "That sounds great. Thank you."
"My pleasure."
When we get home, Enzo looks at his phone and groans. "We need to put Alex on ice for a while. Half an hour."
"Okay."
"Half an hour, and then follow the instructions. But I need to return this call."
He disappears into his downstairs study, and I start up the stairs, veering off into the living room as a car crash and dramatic music accompanied by hails of improbable bullets blast out.
Lyndall is on the sofa, a light throw over her and popcorn in a bowl. She hits pause when she sees me. "Did you have fun?"
I nod. "Can I ask you something?"
"Ask away."
"Are you the one responsible for Enzo relaxing the lock and key? He even said I could go out with my friend, Ruby."
She bites her lip. "Don't be mad. I just had a small word about being careful he doesn't push you away with his obsession. I don't want you to go."
I'm not sure if this is good or bad or just is. Not her words to him, but that he might be doing this to placate me.
Or then again, maybe he needed to hear it.
I don't know.
Time will always tell, as they say.
I hug Lyndall. "Thank you for caring. And thank you for being the sister I never had."
She's still a moment, and then she hugs me back fiercely.
"I always wanted a sister growing up. Enzo's great and all, but he's a lot older, and I don't know. Maybe having a sister would've made me feel less alone when he was gone."
Tears push against my eyes, hot and blurring.
"I promise, Lyndall, that no matter what happens between me and your brother, you can always come to me. Any time."