Lorenzo’s call didn’t last very long and now he’s scrolling through his cell phone while I read a scene in my book in which the main character gets railed by three vampires.
A deep ache builds in my core, and I clench my thighs together, jealous of Ophelia Hart and the fact that she’s full of dick right now. Why the hell am I reading about this when I have my very own hot, brooding alpha-hole beside me?
I nestle closer and breathe in his scent—so masculine and fresh and intoxicating. He brushes a stray hair from my forehead. “You getting to a good part, sunshine?” he asks with a low growl.
“Why do you ask that?” I whisper, cheeks flaming.
“Because you’re rubbing up against me like a bitch in heat.”
I open my mouth to protest but close it again, not wanting to lie.
“Read it to me,” he orders in that low, smooth tone that turns my legs to jelly.
“I-I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Will he judge me for reading about a woman being taken by three guys at the same time? Will he think that’s what I secretly want? My cheeks burn hotter. “It’s like really spicy.”
“So read.”
I lick my lips. Holy shit! He’s going to realize I’m a complete deviant, and then I’ll have to start hiding my smutty books from him just like I did with Brad. And I would hate that. I love that Lorenzo isn’t the least bit threatened by what I read—although that was before he knew exactly what it was.
“Mia?”
I take a deep breath. Holy bananas. Here goes nothing. “I arch my b-back as Xavier’s c-cock stretches my ass. ‘You can take me too, baby,’ he groans softly in my ear. Axl grips my breast and drags the fingers of his other hand through my dripping sex. ‘I can’t wait to fuck you w-with him, Ophelia.’” I glance over at Lorenzo, but his expression is unreadable, and I continue reading the spiciest scene in the entire book to my possessive, hotter-than-hell boyfriend, while I get wetter by the second. When I get to the part where the third guy joins the action, Lorenzo makes a noise between a growl and a grunt and flips me onto my back, taking the book from me and tossing it toward the nightstand.
“I had no idea your reading choices were quite so filthy as that,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye.
“W-well,” I stammer. “Not all of them are, but …”
“That was fucking porn.”
Is he mad? “It’s not,” I insist. “It has a plot too.”
He arches an eyebrow. “It does?”
“They’re also saving the world from a mutant vampire race.”
“Oh, really?” He pins my hands to the bed and trails soft kisses over my jawline.
“R-really,” I pant, lifting my hips and grinding against his hard cock.
“I like how worked up those books make you,” he says, moving lower and grazing my neck with his lips and teeth.
“You do?”
“Hmm,” he murmurs against my skin. “How could I not like something that makes you this needy, sunshine?”
“I wouldn’t say needy,” I protest, even though that’s exactly what I am.
“No?” He smirks. “What do you need right now, Mia?”
“You,” I admit in defeat.
“My mouth? My fingers? My dick?”
“All of you,” I groan, arching my back as he rubs his hard length against my pussy.
“My greedy little sub needs more?” He gives a dark chuckle and sinks a finger inside me.
“Y-yuh,” I whimper.
He inserts a second finger, stretching me wider. Hot pleasure skitters up my spine. He trails his mouth lower, skating along my breasts and my stomach, and when he moves between my thighs, he takes a deep breath through his nose. “You smell so fucking wet already.” He blows a stream of cool air over my clit while slowly fucking me with his fingers and I see stars.
“Sir, please?”
“Tell me what you want, Mia,” he commands.
“Your mouth on me,” I gasp, rocking my hips and chasing the sweet relief of his tongue on my clit.
“I love how much you need me,” he groans against me, and the sound vibrates though my clit, making tremors wrack my body. “You’re so close.”
“Yes!”
He swirls his delicious tongue over my clit, making appreciative growling noises as he eats my pussy and drives his fingers deeper inside me. He quickly finds my G-spot and applies the perfect amount of pressure.
I squeeze my eyes closed. I’m going to lose control any second, and he knows it. Pleasure and panic course through my body. But I can let go. He’s got me.
A deep, throbbing ache grows in my center, and I clamp my thighs around his head as my orgasm builds to a crescendo. He uses his free hand to force my legs back down to the bed, giving him more room to eat me and finger fuck me.
“Sir, I’m going to—” I scream. My climax washes over me like a full-scale tsunami, soaking Lorenzo and the bed. I gasp for breath while my devilish Dom lifts his head and watches me come back down to earth with a wicked glint in his eyes.
He pushes himself to his knees. “You had my fingers and my mouth, sunshine. What’s next?” He licks my arousal from his lips.
My chest heaves as I push myself up onto my elbows, my gaze dropping to the bulge in his suit pants. I lick my lips too. I want all of him. “Your dick,” I whisper as heat rushes to my face.
He kneels, straddling me. “You want my dick, Mia, you’re going to have to open my belt first.”
Staring up at him, I swallow.
Amused, he raises one eyebrow. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. I want him to fuck me more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. My entire body aches and screams for him to sate this ever-present need for him.
“So, open my belt,” he commands, and the deep, soothing timbre of his voice melts my core.
With trembling fingers, I reach for his belt and tug on the supple leather. The metallic jangle of the buckle is jarring and tries to pull me into an old memory.
“You’re doing so well.” Lorenzo anchors me back to the present. To him. To us. I tug the leather through the buckle and take another deep breath. “All the way off, Mia,” he adds, brushing his strong fingers over my trembling ones.
I nod jerkily and pull it through the loops of his suit pants. The sound of it sliding against the fabric threatens to drown me again, but he keeps me afloat, telling me what a great job I’m doing. When I finally work it free, I smile up at him in triumph.
“You did so good, sunshine.” He takes the belt from me, and my blood freezes at the sight of him holding it, but he’s ready for me this time. He places a warm hand over my heart. “Relax, Mia.”
I nod. I trust him. Lorenzo might be the most dangerous man in Chicago, but he isn’t cruel and he would never hurt me. He trails the tip of the leather, warmed by his body heat, over my stomach and I shiver.
“One day, I will show you how good this can feel on your skin, tesoro.” Tossing the belt to the floor, he nudges my thighs further apart with his knees, unzips his fly and reaches inside his pants to free his thick cock. A groan of relief tumbles from his lips. I think he’s been hard since earlier in his office, yet he’s been nothing but patient and understanding. Oh, god, I love him.
He gives his dick a quick tug, groaning as precum seeps from the tip. Oh, bananas. I love him so freaking much.
“You see how fucking hard you make me, Mia,” he says with a throaty growl as he nudges his cock at my entrance. I wrap my legs around him, fisting my hands in his shirt and pulling him down onto me.
“Feel how wet you make me, Sir.” He drives into me, hard and fierce and all-consuming. My walls squeeze around him. I’m desperate for the relief that being full of him gives. He pulls out only to push back inside with even greater need. I whimper as he slams into me repeatedly, making the headboard crash against the wall. Clinging to him, I ride the waves of the orgasm that’s already building. He rolls his hips, sweeping the crown of his cock over my G-spot and causing tremors to vibrate through my body.
“Holy … Sir,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck. He buries his face against mine, teeth and lips lashing over my skin. Warm pulses of energy roll through me as he coaxes another climax, this time from deep within me. I cry out when it hits, and it seems to drive him even more feral with need.
He fucks me like a frenzied animal, as though he can’t get deep enough inside. His breathing grows heavier as he grunts loudly, railing into me one last time before his hips still. “Fucking Christ,” he groans, lifting his head and looking into my eyes. I brush aside a damp strand of hair as he stares at me so intently that my entire body shivers. It seems like he wants to say something, but he holds back, and so do I.
“Was that worth waiting for?” I ask instead, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“You”—he kisses my forehead—“are always worth waiting for.”
