“Is this what you want, boy.” His free hand slammed the wall next to my head, ice frosted his eyes and a sneer tightened his jaw as he glared at me. “Do you know what happens when you walk into the lion’s den, Rayden?” I stared at him, glare for glare. “You get eaten,” he hissed.
“You took her from me, you fucked her,” I growled back. I’d knee him in the fucking balls if his massive body didn’t lock me in place. I struggled, I couldn’t move.
We stared at each other, our bodies the perfect reflection of each other. Nostrils flared, jaws clenched, chests heaving in quick succession. Only, I wished I could read his expression. He gave nothing away. Whereas I, wore my fucking heart on my sleeve and I knew he could see it, probably fucking smelled it too, because I sure as fuck could.
Then he was releasing me. “Get the fuck out of here!” he ordered. I rubbed my wrists but made no move to go, suddenly not sure what was keeping me there. “Out, before I do something you’re likely to regret,” he barked, turning his back on me.
I walked to the door and with my hand on the doorknob I was about to leave when realization came out of nowhere, slamming me with such ferocity, I stumbled. “No,” I mumbled, shock biting into my sanity.Walk away, Rayden.Grasping the knob tighter, I glanced over my shoulder. “Don’t fuck her again...because—” my throat thickened constricting my words. I was fucking jealous. “Because...” I couldn’t say it, couldn’t bring my mouth to utter what my brain wanted. I turned to walk away.
The sudden hand around my waist, dragging me backward caught me by surprise and my eyes flared. Shock wrenching a “what the fuck” from my lips before the hold registered. Lorenzo’s strong arm around my waist. His hard chest at my back. His harsh breathing in my ear. The fresh smell of soap and shampoo in my nostrils. And the rigid press of a bulge against my ass. Wait.
Before I could react, Lorenzo’s warm breath fanned my ears when he said, “it’s not her I want.”
I stilled, every inch of my body going into a silent meltdown of what the fucks. Not because of his words but because what they bolstered. What I couldn’t bring myself to say. I wasn’t jealous of Lorenzo.
I was jealous of Zena.
Iwanted Lorenzo.
Me. Rayden fucking Princeton wanted a man.
He shoved me against the closed door and my hands came up to prevent my face hitting the frosted glass. “I fucked her because I couldn’t have you,” he hissed, irritation lining his voice.
“What?” it was a half attempt at surprise because weirdly my heart hammered in my chest at the notion of him fucking me instead. “You’re not serious.” I pretended, more for my sanity. This wasn’t really happening, was it?
“This right here,” he squeezed the hard-on I didn’t even realize pushed against my pants, tells me you give a shit, boy, so stop fucking pretending and I won’t fuck you hard against this door until you’re begging me come.” His breathing eased, almost a gentle brush against my neck. “I’ll make love to you.”
I had no idea what I intended doing. But struggling in his arms until his hold loosened, turning around, grabbing his face and slamming my mouth to his, wasn’t what I expected of myself. Nor did I anticipate the kiss would be this hot.
At first, it was awkward, jerky, my tongue desperate for entrance. Then his hands came up, cupping my cheeks and pulling his mouth back slightly until I relaxed my hold, and he took over. Running his tongue over the shape of my lips, nipping my bottom lip until I fucking whimpered. His stubble a rough contrast to the way his soft lips felt over mine. My cock jerked in my pants, and I was suddenly so fucking desperate to get off. There was a slight pause before his hands dropped to my waist, pulling me tight to his body while pressing me into the door behind me. Our cock’s ground against each other and another harsh groan ripped from my throat, fusing with his.
His mouth made love to my lips then he sought entrance. Sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, pulling me deep into an abyss that was so wrong but felt so right. His fingers inched up from my waist, leaving a heated trail in its path as it roamed my body before moving to my neck, gripping me tight and then he was kissing me harder and fuck if I wasn’t ready to blow in my pants.
When he finally drew back, my chest jerked with labored breaths, I could feel heat stain my cheeks, my cock was on fire and Lorenzo was breathing just as hard with his brow against mine. “What the fuck was that?” my words slewed out in a whisper.
“Fuck, if I know, Rayden.” His voice was just as soft, no steel, no irritation, no anger. “You didn’t like it?” He lifted his head to look down at me. This wasn’t the same hardcore bastard I’d come to know staring back at me. The tenderness in his eyes was confusing.
“I’m not sure.” I put a hand over my heart, trying to still the rapid thrum yet I could do nothing about my pulsating cock. I might not want to admit it, but it was greedy for his touch.
“Tell me to stop now and I will.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my lip and I both loved and hated the shudder running through me.
“What about Zena?” I asked, dropping my gaze to his bare chest, my eyes tracing the patterns of his tattoos.
He turned away then and I felt the immediate loss of his warmth. The irritating part—I wanted it, I fucking craved it and I wasn’t sure if that was right. Lorenzo shoved a hand through his wet hair then glanced over his shoulder. “If you want to fuck, Rayden, go to her. If you want to make love, you know where I am.” Then he was striding away, dropping his towel and slipping under the covers on his bed before hitting the light switch.
I stood there in the darkness, aware of three things. The pounding of my heart, the throb of my cock and the knowledge that I didn’t want Zena. Only God knew why I did what I did because I sure as fuck didn’t know why when I walked over to his bed, pulled off my t-shirt, dropped my briefs and sweats and climbed in next to him. I laid down on my back, staring up at the ceiling because I wasn’t sure what the next move should be. My mind a chaotic mix of this isn’t right but it isn’t wrong either.
Lorenzo pushed up onto an elbow and hit the bedside lamp, flooding the room with a soft yellow glow. I could feel his eyes on me and refused to look at him not because I didn’t want to but because I wasn’t sure if I could act natural, act like this wasn’t a big deal, act like the thrum of desire rocking my body was just in my head.
When he leaned forward and dropped the softest of kisses to my lips, my chin, my neck before his mouth covered a nipple, I groaned, closing my eyes. He nibbled my jaw, dropping soft kisses all the way to my ear before sucking on the lobe. His hand slipped over my stomach, the calluses on his fingertips scraping against my skin, and I jerked at the touch. My breathing going wild as I tried hard to concentrate on what he was doing to me and not how much I wanted to grab my hard cock and jerk off.
His fingers soft in their exploration, he touched every inch of my exposed skin but not moving to where I wanted him to, not touching the place I desperately craved. Yet a part of me was afraid that if he did, I might come way too fucking fast. I couldn’t embarrass myself, not in front of him. He was a fucking God and what he was doing to me right now the ultimate fucking devil too.
As if he sensed my inner debate, he chose not to give in and when he slicked his tongue across the seam of my lips, I opened my mouth, meeting him halfway, our tongues tangling, pushing together for dominance. Yet, my senses bursting with the taste of him, I shocked myself with another groan and gripped his neck, tightening the gap between us. This kiss was different than the first one. Maybe because I knew what to expect from my body and wasn’t surprised when my cock grew harder, painfully so. I wasn't shocked when I felt his hard length press against my thigh.
Every one of my senses was aware of Lorenzo, of the way he controlled the kiss, giving yet taking at the same time reminding me that this wasn't the plaint lips of a female I was kissing but a strong, hardcore man. Still, my cock didn't care. When he drew back slightly, he moved his hand lower down and immediately my body felt strange, tense, on edge until I realized what was happening.
“Oh fuck.” I shut my eyes tight, my breathing stalling in my chest as I came hard and heavy against his hand. I felt the warm spurts of cum hit my stomach, my chest and then I shuddered. My body a jerking mass, my release out of this fucking world. Every inch of me a hot mess of groans and spasms until realization dawned. “Jesus, fuck!” I grunted, throwing an arm over my eyes, shutting out what just happened. Refusing to look at Lorenzo, embarrassment worming its way over the euphoria, stealing the limelight of the best orgasm I’d ever had with just a fucking touch.
