18. Goldyn
I pulled my blouse over my head, tossing it aside on the rug in Sincere and Lorenzo’s room. Out of the two weeks I’d been here, I’d slept in the guest room once. And that was only because I’d stayed up on the couch, reading a novella all night and was too lazy to climb the stairs after.
But I had zero regrets. Reading about Vino, Nas and Bash’s little triad was worth every wink of sleep I lost and missing Sincere’s embrace as I slept that night.
I adored the way that man held me tight every night, snug against his chest like he was afraid to let me go. His arms were heavy enough to hold me in place and the rhythm of his heart pounding in my ear was enough to lull me to sleep . I loved every second of everything with Sincere. He was gentle and sweet and attentive. The best lover I’d ever had just based off the fact that he cared how I felt about everything .
Tugging on a sports bra, my mind detoured to his husband. Lorenzo had been just as sweet as Sincere, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Or missing, for that matter.
He hadn’t touched me since that day in his office. Every time Sincere and I fucked, he stayed conveniently tucked away on the sidelines, watching us with a mix of emotions I couldn’t decipher.
I was starting to think he wasn’t attracted to me. Which was fine. He didn’t owe me attraction or attention, but it was…odd after the way he’d made me feel that first day.
I’d shown him my negative STI results, so he couldn’t be wary about that. Now every time I racked my brain about it, I gave myself a headache.
Because whenever Sin and I inevitably got lost in each other, he didn’t play a part. Sometimes I’d see him stroking his dick through his pants while he watched us with hooded eyes. Other times, I’d be coming down from a toe-curling orgasm just to open my eyes and find him studying me like I was an exhibit in a museum. That was probably the wrong word for it, but it was the best I could do after a long day of calling designers and cleaning my shop.
I’d officially closed on the store a week ago and next week I was supposed to have a designer come out to view the space. The problem was, I hadn’t found a designer yet and the clock was steady ticking.
“Hey, mamas.” Lorenzo’s voice startled me out of my preoccupied state and I turned around to look at him with an easy smile.
Regardless of whether he was attracted to me or not, I was attracted to him . And even more than that, I liked him. He was easy on the eyes and the soul, his presence soothing and reassuring. I wanted?—
“What’re you thinking?” he asked, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I hadn’t realized he’d walked over to me until he was doing that and a rush of giddiness washed over me at his nearness.
Amber and leather wafted off of him and the masculine scent went straight to my core.
“About you,” I answered honestly.
Lorenzo lifted his brows and paused undoing his belt. We’d both come in here to change into something comfortable before dinner and the intimacy of that hit me in the gut.
Just two weeks and we’d already settled into a routine that felt like breathing.
Except…
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, sweetheart.” He tugged at his belt again, freeing it from the loops and set it down on the bench at the foot of the King-sized bed.
My semi-exhausted state helped me throw pretense to the wind and let the question roll off my tongue.
“Are you not sexually attracted to me?”
Lorenzo stilled, his hands stuck at the button near his throat while he stared at me with confusion and…exasperation?
“What makes you think I’m not attracted to you?”
“You’ve barely touched me since I got here. You only watch me and Sin and….” And what? It makes me uncomfortable? That would be a lie. It didn’t make me uncomfortable. Knowing we were fucking in front of a captive audience always made it hotter. But I just didn’t understand why he never joined in.
Now that I thought about it, what the hell was I saying? Maybe today had just fried my brain. This was a non-issue… “Actually, forget I brought it up. It’s been a long day.”
“No,” Lorenzo followed up immediately. “We’re gonna talk about it.”
He hooked his arms around my middle, pulling me flush against him so I couldn’t flee in the middle of the conversation. I wasn’t a runner, but it still tickled me that he wanted to hold me in place.
The muscles bunched under his shirt and pressed against my stomach distracted me from the topic at hand. Lorenzo had the most tempting physique I’d ever seen. He wasn’t even undressed right now and my mind ran rampant with all the ways I wanted to lick up his muscles and see his abs flexing while he pounded into me?—
“You think I’m not attracted to you because I haven’t fucked you yet,” he surmised, getting right to the point.
Caught off guard by his candor, I cleared my throat and met his eyes. “Yes. I’ve been here for two weeks and you’ve barely touched me.”
“What am I doing right now?” He asked, pulling me tighter into his body.
Heat flushed my skin and I rolled my eyes playfully. “You know what I meant, Enzo. It’s not a complaint, just an observation. I just thought our summer together would be…different.”
Lorenzo nodded, licking his lips as his dark gaze roved over my face. “You said it yourself, it’s only been two weeks, sweetheart. We still have all summer.”
“Okay.”
“But just so we’re clear, I am so fucking attracted to you. It’s the reason I haven’t touched you yet. But it looks like we need to change that.”
“Enzo…”
“Nah, I can’t have your pretty ass walking around this house or this town thinking I don’t want you when wanting you is all I do. I wake up hard every morning you’re in my bed, Goldyn. I’ve fucked my hand countless times after watching you and Sin together. There’s no part of me that isn’t attracted to you.”
As if to prove his point, his hardening length pressed against my center and pulled a gasp out of me.
“I want you so damn bad it hurts. But I didn’t want to overwhelm you, baby. I know this is your first time having two lovers and I wanted you and Sin to have your moment. That doesn’t mean I don’t plan to fuck you every chance I get when you’re ready.”
“When you’re ready,” I corrected, my lips downturned in a pout I couldn’t help. I’d been ready for him since the second I rode his hand. I wanted him so bad my chest hurt at the thought of him not wanting me too. Forget everything I said about it not being a complaint.
Lorenzo’s kiss suspended my next thought and a sigh slipped past my lips before I knew it was happening. Full lips covered mine, teasing and sucking at my mouth until I opened and let him in. Then his tongue wrapped around mine, turning the rest of my thoughts to mush.
I didn’t know anything except the man kissing me and the bulge pressed against my lower stomach, a very present reminder of what he wouldn’t let me have.
“Lorenzo, we should go downstairs.”
“Why?” He nipped at the corner of my mouth then kissed my neck before letting his tongue lap at the cleavage peeking out of my sports bra.
His mouth felt so damn good on me I lost my train of thought four times before I finally gathered enough words. “Because you said I’m not ready.”
“I think I was wrong,” he hummed against my throat, kissing and sucking until I slumped against him.
My pussy thrummed with a pulse of her own and I didn’t know how to do anything but let him have his way with me.
Lorenzo pushed his hand into my unbuttoned slacks and cupped my leaking pussy.
“Fuck, I forgot you don’t wear panties.” Another kiss against my neck and I was ready to fall to my knees.
My breath stuttered as sensations assailed me and glued me to the spot. Even with Lorenzo’s other arm now loosened around my waist, I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
I wanted him to do everything he wanted to me.
His middle and ring fingers pushed past my folds and massaged my clit. Back and forth. Kissing me the whole time. Until I was slick enough that his fingertips got closer to my leaking entrance with every pump. Until my nails dug into his forearm. Until my breath came out in pants. Until I came all over his hand and realized my throat was raw when I tried to scream.
“Fuck, Enzo. I’m coming,” I sobbed.
“And look how pretty you are doing it.”
That was it. Those words threw me into another realm of pleasure and I collapsed against him, thankful for his quick reflexes because I would have been a puddle at his feet if he hadn’t caught me.
My knees shook.
My head spun.
And my body wouldn’t stop spasming around his hand.
It was so bad, I buried my face in his shirt, inhaling his scent to try and come down.
But Enzo wasn’t a man who played fair. The second I felt a semblance of peace, he shoved his fingers into my drenched pussy and drove them in and out, over and over. The heel of his hand stimulated my clit with every movement and then I was coming again, spurred on by the soundtrack of his fingers pumping in and out of me. And this time, tears did fall, and I didn’t give a fuck.
How the fuck did he do that with his hands? And why did I already want him to do it again?
“Look at me, Goldyn.”
I forced my eyes open and fought to meet his hooded gaze. Slowly, he pulled his hand away from my center, keeping his other arm around me for support. “Give me your hand.”
I obeyed, raising my palm for him.
Lorenzo tenderly grasped my smaller hand in his and brought it to his pants. He pulled my hand against his semi-hard dick and held it there, his eyes pinned on me the whole time. “Unbutton my pants, Goldy.”
With shaky hands, I did what he told me to, pausing to look up at him when his black briefs were in view.
He grabbed my wrist, holding my hand against his softening erection. I frowned until understanding dawned and the look in his eyes confirmed it. “The next time you think I don’t want you, I want you to remember that making you come just made me come in my pants.”
My mouth fell open, but before I could gasp, he kissed me, the sloppy tangling of our tongues getting me caught up all over again. My whole body felt like jelly, but somehow I found the strength to keep kissing him. My tongue wrapped around his could say more than me in this moment.
How had I missed him coming for me? He had me so lost in my own pleasure that I didn’t notice anything but his fingers fucking in and out of me.
Lorenzo hissed at the featherlight touch of my hand against his dick, and I bit my lip at the evidence of his release sticking to my fingers even through the material of his briefs.
I didn’t think I’d ever experienced anything sexier than this. Knowing my pleasure got him off wrecked me in the best way. My body twitched, tremors steadily ebbing through me as I looked in his eyes.
“I just came all over myself from the thought of you coming, baby. Don’t ever think I don’t want you,” he said harshly against my swollen lips. My eyes fell shut when his mouth reclaimed mine.
We didn’t stop kissing until the sound of a throat clearing tore us out of our haze and we looked up to find Sincere leaned against the door.
Lorenzo smirked. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey,” he answered softly, a loving look on his face before his eyes jumped to me. A tender smile claimed his lips as he backed out of the door, his eyes still pinned on us. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen.”