When he added another finger, an embarrassing moan left my lips. Like that turned him on, he increased his speed, pumping them into me faster.
His face contorted, as if touching me was injecting the same pleasure I felt inside him.
My entire core was burning up, my skin no longer sensitive to the air floating through the car.
I tilted my hips forward to meet his thrusts. My muscles tightened around his fingers, clenching in shortspasms.
I’d never felt so desperate for something, for arelease, my entire life.
As if knowing this, he slowed his pace, his fingers now lazily dragging in and out of me.
The fuck?
I thrust my hips, deciding to pick up the speed myself.
He moved his hand from my hip to push down on my belly to keep me in place. “Will you give me your secrets, Blair?”
I kept trying to gyrate my hips against him, wriggling as much as possible. He pressed down on my belly harder.
He traced my slit with a single finger. “All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll put my fingers back inside your pretty little pussy and make you come all over them.” He collected my wetness around a finger and smeared it down my thigh. “An orgasm is worth some secrets …” His words lingered, unspoken in the air, and he met my eyes, raising a brow. “It’s such a simple exchange.”
At this moment, the bastard could demand I give him my eye to toss out the window, and I’d say yes. My body was desperate foranything.
My insides hummed, begging me to give him whatever he wanted.
The words hurt as they slid up my throat and fell out with a pleading moan, “Fine, yes, just …” I jerked my chin toward my thighs in a silent demand.
“You just struck another deal with the devil,” he muttered, shoving his fingers back inside me. He lowered himself off the seat, onto the floorboard, and his fingers continued their dance inside me.
My chest heaved forward when he lowered his head, latching his lips onto my clit and sucking.
That was it.
The final thing my body needed.
I fell apart, my knees colliding with his cheeks. As my muscles went limp, the sound of my moansfilled the car.
Enzo kept his face between my legs, sliding his tongue through my slit to collect my juices.
When he lifted his gaze, he rested his chin on my belly. “For your homework tonight, you’re going to write me fifteen sentences like you did in your notebook that day in class. But this time, each sentence will be a secret. If you don’t have it ready for me by morning, you’ll regret it.” He gave my pussy a firm slap and climbed off my lap.
“Blair!” Daphne shrieked, springing off her bed when I walked into our dorm. “There you are! I was just about to organize a search party, not caring if I ended up on Enzo’s murder list.”
Her slippers scuffed against the floor as she walked toward me. I dropped my heels, and they landed with a soft thud, one of them turning over.
As I shut the door, my legs were still shaky from the car orgasm. It had taken me twice as long to climb the steps to get here.
Earlier, once Enzo had finished sucking the cum from between my legs—just thinking about it made my cheeks turn a crimson red—I expected him to say I had to return the favor.
It was what he’d done earlier before we left for the funeral.
That was what was expected from women most of the time. A quid pro quo with men whenever they gave pleasure.
Or anything at all, really.
At least in the world where I had grown up.
There, pleasure wasn’t made for women.
