Chapter Fourteen Enzo
Chapter Fourteen
Enzo
Lies.
I wasn’t ready for his cock.
What was I thinking, coming into this experience with my usual grit and gumption?
The only cock I’d ever touched was my own, and no matter how many Pilates classes I hit, I still couldn’t give myself head. I’d never sucked dick, and I didn’t want to fall short after Tom had hoovered a heart-attack-worthy orgasm out of me.
Now we were in my bed, with him propped against my pillow. I’d torn the rest of his suit off him in the span of our frantic, messy way here. His dick was out now, me holding it and kneeling between his legs.
The tip was glossy, and he was thick and hard, veins snaking beneath pale, smooth skin.
I felt so incompetent and stupid. I didn’t want him to be disappointed and decide to call this entire thing off.
I could barely believe he’d actually come here after the disappointment earlier.
I knew this hookup meant jack shit to him, but for me, it was a form of liberation.
A way to claim something I’d been brought up to ignore and suppress.
“What if I suck?” I looked up at him.
I could tell by his flat, blasé stare that he wasn’t happy that his dick wasn’t tickling my tonsils yet.
“I’m counting on it,” he said dryly.
“That’s not what I mean. It’s my first time.”
“I know.”
“I might be bad at it.”
He put a hand on my cheek. I fought every fiber of my body that begged me to lean into it. I already behaved like a pathetic little puppy around him.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he said.
I was ready. I just wasn’t ready to disappoint him. In fact, the very thought made a violent rash spread across my chest.
Push it down.
Shove it away from your thoughts.
Stay in the moment.
“Enzo?” Tom asked, searching my face calmly. “I can go—”
It was just the stimulant I needed to wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. No way was I letting SSA Rothwell leave my apartment, my bed, now that I’d managed to get him into both.
I hunched forward, sucking his tip like a lollipop, my hand cupping his balls, fingers caressing them softly.
The taste of his flesh on my tongue felt like the first hit of a supreme pink coke, so deliciously good my head swam and my thighs parted, my already swollen cock pressing against his bare knee.
Holding my breath, I started taking more of his length, waiting for my gag reflex to kick in with each inch. His hand locked against the back of my head, holding tightly, and I had a feeling he was fighting not to shove me down roughly and fuck my face senseless.
I felt his tip at the back of my throat, and stopped, my breath shuddery and heavy with lust and anticipation. My throat closed around the tip, and I moaned. Saliva pooled inside my mouth, leaking all over his dick, and I finally started sucking.
And then all hell broke loose.
“Oh, fuck,” he praised in a gritty voice, his palm coming down on my ass with a noisy slap. “Yeah, just like that, baby.”
Did he just call me baby?
My anxiety fell away in a heartbeat, and I started going at his cock ferociously. I lost control of what I was doing, sucking, spitting, massaging his balls, screwing the tip of my tongue into the slit, doing all the things I’d watched in porn for years and wanted to try out.
“This okay?” he groaned.
“No,” I said, and he stopped immediately, waiting for my mouth to slide up his dick. I grinned. “Go harder.”
And by God, he did.
I unleashed a depraved, hungry monster on him, dripping precum on his leg as I did. He seized it like a pro, clutching the back of my hair in one hand, and bobbed my head to the rhythm of his deep, tantalizing thrusts.
His cum tasted insane. A flavor I didn’t even know existed. A cross between salty pretzels with a bitter bite that made me want to gurgle it. Every drop his beautiful cock oozed had me whimpering and weeping for more.
Bonus points? It contained protein.
“Yeah, kid. Fuck my knee like a little slut. That’s how desperate you are,” he teased in his husky, patronizing voice.
I had to yank myself from the fog of delirious pleasure to realize I was practically humping his thigh like a rabid dog while slurping his cock.
Holy hell. How did he…why did he taste so good?
My jaw was starting to hurt and my throat burned, as he guided his cock in and out of my mouth in slow, purposeful strokes, like a man who fucked a lot of mouths and excelled in the act.
The friction felt so damn good it physically hurt. My dick was getting carpet burns, and yet I kept on going, until I felt my orgasm detonating inside my body like fireworks.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Ffffuckkk.
There it was. The climb to salvation. The peak of desire. The elusive trance everyone was talking about.
This was what I’d been craving all along. The aching lust, the beautiful ruin, the unstoppable force of nature that came with being with someone you were wildly attracted to.
If the complete demolition of my life was the price I had to pay, I’d sell my soul to afford it.
Tom wrenched his dick from my mouth, angling the crown toward his bare thigh I just came on, and coming on the same spot. Even his cum, like the rest of him, was the picture of resilient control. I watched in fascination as he jetted clear white semen into my pool of ejaculation, pumping his dick.
Licking my lips, I stared at both our releases, sad he hadn’t finished in my mouth.
“You made a mess.”
I stared up at him in confusion, blinking. I was pretty sure this was a team effort.
“Lick it,” he commanded.
“Lick it?”
“Lick my thigh clean, Enzo.”
Did he say that because he knew I wanted to, or because he just wanted to punish me for whatever the fuck bothered him now?
I swiped my tongue over my lips again. “Make me.”
He grabbed me by the hair, lowering my face to the cum. I started lapping over it so fast I could feel Tom’s body trembling with laughter.
“You’ve been laughing a lot lately,” I grumbled as I licked in a circular motion around his leg. “At my expense, but it still counts.”
“Shut up.”
“Mi piaci veramente.”
“I said no Italian.”
“Fuck you, bro.” I flattened my tongue over his muscular thigh, lapping the last remains of our cum.
“What did you say?”
I really like you.
“Your cum tastes like soap.”
After it was done, he gave me a scorching, passionate kiss, the taste of our cum exchanged between mouths. He hopped into the shower without asking for permission and came out with my towel wrapped around his waist.
“I’m going home,” he announced, looking around for his clothes.
“Yeah?” It was my turn to sprawl in my bed with a shit-eating grin. “Good luck making your way there naked.”
I’d been purposeful in destroying his suit. First of all, he’d looked way too good in it, and even if he hadn’t, it was too bloodied and torn to be worn again. Second, I knew I could keep him for the night if I played dirty. As it happened, it was my favorite winning strategy.
Tom’s desolate stare found mine in the darkness. “Can I borrow something from you?”
“Sure,” I purred. “My closet is at your disposal, from six a.m. onward. It’s almost three in the morning now. This wouldn’t even qualify as a sleepover,” I assured him. “Stop overthinking it, and come cuddle with me, baby.” I patted the empty side of my bed.
The last part was said just to get a rise out of him. In my defense, there was something intoxicating about knowing I was the only one who managed to get under his skin. To take this stoic, merciless specimen of a creature and turn it into an angry, messy motherfucker.
The familiar furious glare quickly took over his face. “I don’t cuddle.”
“This is shocking news I’m hearing,” I teased, stretching lazily in my bed, yawning. “Come on. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“I’m not sleeping with you, Enzo.”
“I know. It’s more of a nap. We have less than three hours. Let’s get started.”
“I’m borrowing some clothes and leaving.”
“Sure. In the morning. Come to bed.”
“Enzo.”
“Are you going to steal my clothes now?” I asked incredulously.
“Because the cheapest item I own is, like, five hundred bucks, and you better know I’ll file a complaint.
” I waited. He glared at me some more, standing at the foot of the bed.
When he realized he couldn’t kill me with the force of his hate stare, he growled in defeat, ripped the towel from his waist, and joined me in bed. Naked.
“If you cuddle me, I’m ripping your dick off.” He snatched all the blanket to himself.
I snorted. “You sound like a homophobe who just realized he’s into dick.”
“More like a commitment-phobe who doesn’t appreciate being strong-armed into a relationship.”
“Relax.” I turned sideways, tucking one hand under my pillow with a smirk. “I already told you, I don’t want a relationship with you.”
I waited until he was out cold before slipping a tracking chip into the seam of the sweatpants I would offer him in the morning.
A relationship might be off the table…
But nobody said anything about good ol’ stalking.