Chapter Thirty
ENZO
Oh, fuck me. She is hot and sweet and so goddamn desirable I think I could come right here and now without touching myself or removing my jeans.
The fact she is just a mess of embarrassment, want, and innocence is addictive. Sweet.
She is not innocent in a way that is untouched, but it is something else. Inherent in her.
I feel it when we text.
And when I first blindfolded her.
Slowly, I take her in my arms, lifting her up, and I lick her throat, sucking on her artery there, the blood pounding erratically against my tongue.
Hot.
So fucking hot.
Especially when she moans and offers me more of that sweet flesh.
I want to devour her whole. No, I want to feast, take my time like I'm at a fine dining establishment. One where I can use my hands.
And I have already had her.
Fuck. What if she knows? What if she can tell—
My thoughts short-circuit as Lola presses her tits against me, wrapping her thighs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
She pulls my hair, fingers tight, as she pulls up my head.
Our mouths meet.
It is an explosion of heat and sex. Passion flares bright as I seek out her tongue, kissing her back with the same force she kisses me.
I'm hard. Fucking pure, hot steel. And I'm aching deep inside, like someone has hooked me to the juice, and I'm glowing and hurting and needing the sweet relief of her mouth, or cunt, or ass.
Anything to bury myself in.
She kisses me with everything she has.
Her vibrations hum in my blood as I stumble back into the wall, pressing her against it.
I got her going in the car, my driver under strict instructions to only look at her when she got in and got out.
But she didn't put on a show, I'm not sure that is her. Yet.
Nasty thoughts fill me as I slow the kiss, seducing her, drawing her out, making her whimper into my mouth as I hold us up with one hand pressed into the wall, the other just at the edge of her ass, fingers placed close enough to touch her more intimately.
I don't.
I like the game.
I want her to beg and inhale the denial, to give in to my control.
I'm going to have to play it differently. As Alex, there is that freeing honesty with the fantasies and what I have discovered I like and yearn for.
As me...I'm going to have to bring it down a different path, one that looks different to her but is, in reality, another version—another level of the journey of Lola and Alex.
She suddenly pulls my hair, lifting my head, and I break the kiss.
We are both fucking panting, and I look at her through the passion glaze in my eyes.
"Slow down?"
"No," she says. "Yes. Wait."
"What?" Alarm bells start to peal in my head.
Did she realize, somehow, I'm Alex?
Because I have to say, when I fuck her pussy, I'm going to have to be careful, keep it as different as I can...or failing that, just have her so worked up it is not funny.
Or is she going to tell me about him? Suddenly, I'm not sure I want to go there.
Not yet.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes. No. I...I have fantasies. And a friend. I think h-he sold your father the townhouse." She drops her face against my shoulder and continues. "We share fantasies. And I t-told him about you."
"That I'm the hottest man you know?"
"Shut up," she mutters, attempting loathing. "He encouraged me to come to you. Finish what we started."
"Are you with him?" I made Alex out to be the not-jealous type. I have bones and teeth made of the stuff. Blood. "Because I gotta say, I wouldn't be encouraging a girlfriend to go on a fucking spree with other men."
"I'm not. I mean, I told you, I don't have a boyfriend."
"That's not a no."
"We...play. That's it."
"So... you want to play with me?" Then I grin. And I suck her lip into my mouth, stroking my tongue over it. "You want me to play with you."
"This is a bad idea. Let me go."
I let her slide down, but I back her into the sofa. And I put an arm on either side of her. "No, it isn't. I'm just trying to find the rules."
"Enzo."
"Lola," I parrot her tone. "There have to be rules."
Her cheeks streak red. "He's not the jealous type."
I nod. "I'm the possessive type. What are the rules?"
"He knows I like you, he pretends to be you." Now she won't look at me. "And he wants a report on what happens."
I guide her face to mine. "I don't give a fuck if it is me and someone else I choose fucking a girl. Been there, done that, didn't buy a souvenir. But this is different..."
"I will go. Just point me to the train."
She tries to push past me.
I gently take her arm and stop her. "No. I just said different. We're not anything." Yet. "But if we were to explore all this, would you get rid of him if I asked?"
Lola swallows and nods.
I think she is lying, even if it is to herself.
She is too hooked on the filthy games of smexting me, too into fucking me as Alex.
And she is into sense deprivation. Otherwise, my sweet little Lola wouldn't meet up in buildings under construction, and she wouldn't let me blindfold her.
She certainly wouldn't fuck a guy whose face she hasn't seen.
"Okay." I kiss her again, a long, slow song of a kiss that has her swaying into me and my balls tingling. "On your knees."
She starts to drop, and a shiver of longing and want passes through me.
She undoes my jeans and starts to jack me as she licks my cock all over, sucking on the head. My cock jerks, and she sucks up the droplets of precum, sucking me deeper into her mouth.
"Hands down," I say.
There is a moment she hesitates, but then she does it.
Fuck, oh, fuck, I could hammer down into her throat, hard and rough and deep.
As it is, I thrust into her mouth as her tongue works me, and her lips are stretched around me as I slide back and forth.
Each time I go in, I hit the back of her throat, and she gags.
She is drooling, and that gag is like magic on my cock head.
Fuck, fuck. Christ. Man. She is amazing. Her rhythm is all over the place, and her mouth is delightful because of it.
I know I made a mistake with the hands. It is what Alex told her, but I can get away with that.
She is hot, soft, wet, and creating a perfect eye of the sexual storm in eye candy and mouthfeel. And I'm on the fucking brink, my spine is electricity that is sparking, and my balls are so high they might be back inside me.
I grab her head.
I'm going to cum. I can't stop it.
And I hammer her hard, holding her as I twitch and groan and shake, my balls emptying my cum into her mouth.
"Swallow it all down, Lola."
After she does, I slowly pull out. Then I pull her to her feet and kiss her, sucking on her tongue.
"My turn. Undress."
She steps back and undoes her top, pulling it off. Her skirt is next, followed by her cotton panties and bra.
I'm going to have to buy her a store of lingerie so I can destroy it. Silky, filmy, flimsy things that rip off her easily. Things I can stretch and pull as I fuck her.
"You're gorgeous." I push her onto the sofa, kissing her again. This time, I make my way down her, my cock beginning to stir.
She just drained me, so I need to build up to hoisting full mast again.
I kiss her mouth, dipping in my tongue again, savoring the flavor that comes from her mingled with me, and then down to her chin, biting it softly. I head south, along the lines of her throat, meandering up and down a little, and sucking on her lobe before continuing the journey.
Her nipples are sweet, erect nubs that beg to be ignored so they ache. Thing is they beg to be suckled even more, and she cries out in a little moan as I suck them, licking as I do so.
Then I go lower, along the quivering lines of her stomach to her bare pussy all red and wet with perfect lips.
Perfect in the way a closed bud is, I tease it open, and its unique beauty inside takes my breath away.
She is wet, both from being turned on by me and from touching herself in the car.
I lick a path from her slit up, along the inside of both outer lips, stopping to suck on her left, then right inner lip, and pushing my tongue into her, just for a taste of that hot, sweet honey.
Then I continue up, sucking and licking her clit.
I repeat it all, going deeper into her each time I head back up to her clit until she is panting, moaning, and her legs twitching.
She grabs my head and pushes it against her clit, and I drum my tongue against the right side of it, and she lets out a strangled cry.
That is when I slide two fingers into her. One in her pussy, the other up her ass, and I pump her as I keep the pressure and the beat on her clit.
Soon, she cries out, every part of her jumping like she has been zapped.
Her inner muscles squeeze my fingers in waves as she comes.
And I'm just so fucking hard all over again.
I want to dive into her pussy. But if this is it, if this is the last time we fuck, then I want her ass. If me in her pussy is going to give away the game, I want her ass. Or if, when she comes to her senses, she puts it together because I said no hands, then...
I fucking want her ass.
I kiss her, and kiss her, making it hard and sensuous, our tongues dancing.
I want to pound into her from behind, I need to, so I break that kiss and turn her.
Alex never had her ass, but I will.
I turn her over and get behind her, painting her ass with her juices, fucking her with my fingers until I have stretched her open, until she is moaning and gasping all over again.
This time, I push into her with a slow, relentless entry into nirvana.
Ah, yes, this is what it is about. Owning her. Completely. All her holes are mine. She is soft, tight, stretchy, and unlike with her cunt, now that I'm in, I can just go balls to the wall, which I do.
I slam into her over and over again, making sure she doesn't wince in pain, doesn't go stiff, but she pushes her ass up, like she is asking for more.
I grip her hips and give it to her roughly.