My mind went blank. Legs weak, waist boneless. Enzo sensed it, ramping up the assault with his lips and tongue, body pressing forward.
I lost my balance completely, tipping back under his weight, sinking deep into the leather sofa. His massive, solid frame followed, pinning me between the cushions and him.
Something hard as iron pressed against me through our clothes.
Enzo
Her lips crashed into mine, soft and desperate, and fuck, it ignited something primal in me. I didn't hesitate—my tongue dove in, tasting her sweetness mixed with that faint orange tang from her drink.
Chloe melted under me, her body arching up like she couldn't get close enough. I pinned her down harder, my weight trapping her against the sofa, that hard ridge in my pants grinding right against herheat. She whimpered into my mouth, fingers clutching at my shirt, pulling me in like she needed this as bad as I did.
I broke the kiss just to hear her gasp, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping at the pulse point that hammered wildly under her skin. "You want this," I murmured against her throat, my voice rough. "Say it."
She didn't speak, just nodded, her breath coming in short bursts. Her hands fumbled with my shirt buttons, popping them open one by one, exposing my chest. I let her, watching her eyes darken with hunger as she ran her palms over my skin, tracing the muscles.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, using the other to yank at the straps of her dance outfit. The flimsy fabric gave way easily, sliding down to expose her tits—full, perfect, nipples already hard and begging. I dipped my head, sucking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while my free hand squeezed the other. She moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hips bucking up against me. "Enzo... fuck..."
That's what I wanted—to hear my name on her lips like a plea. I released her wrists, sliding my hands down her sides, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips without me asking, helping me drag them off, leaving her bare and glistening under the dim lights. God, she was soaked, her thighs slick with arousal. I spread her legs wider, settling between them, my mouth watering at the sight.
But I wasn't rushing this. No, I wanted her begging, wanted to drag it out until she couldn't think straight. I kissed her inner thigh, slow and teasing, my breath hot against her skin. She squirmed, trying to press closer, but I held her hips down, keeping control. "Patience," I growled, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh.
"Enzo, please..." Her voice was breathy, needy.
I smirked against her skin, trailing kisses higher, closer to where she wanted me. My fingers parted her folds, exposing her completely, and I blew a cool breath over her clit, watching her shiver. She was dripping, her body clenching at nothing, desperate for friction. I finally gave in, flattening my tongue against her, licking a slow,deliberate stripe from her entrance to her clit. She cried out, hands flying to my hair, gripping tight.
Fuck, she tasted incredible—sweet and salty, all mine. I worked her with my mouth, sucking her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue while I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her back arch off the sofa. Her moans turned into whimpers, her body trembling as I built her up, slow at first, then faster, relentless. I added a third finger, stretching her, pumping in and out while my tongue circled her clit, driving her wild.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her walls tightened around my fingers, hear it in her ragged breaths. "Enzo, I'm... oh God..." But I stopped. Pulled my mouth away, withdrew my fingers, leaving her on the edge, panting and frustrated.
"What the fuck?" she gasped, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
I hovered over her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking. "Tell me what you need."
She bit her lip, but there was no hesitation, no shyness. Her eyes locked on mine, burning. "I need you inside me. Now. Fuck me, Enzo."
That's my girl. I didn't make her wait. I shoved my pants down, freeing my cock—hard, throbbing, aching for her. She reached for me, wrapping her hand around it, stroking once, twice, before guiding me to her entrance. I thrust in deep, all the way, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, her tight heat gripping me like a vice.
I started moving, slow at first, letting her adjust, but she wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me faster. "Harder," she demanded, and I obliged, slamming into her with brutal force, the sofa creaking under us. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I captured one in my mouth again, biting down just enough to make her cry out. Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping, her moans, my grunts.
I flipped her over suddenly, pulling out only to position her on her knees, ass up, face down against the cushions. She pushed back eagerly, and I grabbed her hips, plunging back in from behind. Deeper this way, hitting angles that made her scream. My hand snakedaround to rub her clit, fingers circling fast while I fucked her relentlessly. "Come for me," I growled, feeling her tighten again.
She shattered around me, her whole body shaking, walls pulsing, milking my cock. I didn't stop, riding her through it, chasing my own release. A few more thrusts and I was there, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, holding her tight as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
But once wasn't enough. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and went down on her once more, tasting us mixed together. She was sensitive, twitching at every lick, but I didn't let up, building her back up until she was begging again. "Enzo, please... I can't... fuck, yes..."
I kissed my way up her body, nipping at her collarbone, her jaw, claiming her mouth in a messy, heated kiss. She tasted herself on my tongue, moaning into it. My cock was hard again already, pressing against her thigh. I grabbed her hand, guiding it down to stroke me, while I teased her entrance with my fingers, dipping in shallowly, making her whine.
I pulled her off, positioning her to straddle me. She sank down onto my cock, inch by inch, both of us groaning at the sensation. Her hands braced on my chest as she rode me, grinding her hips, tits bouncing in my face. I sucked on them, hands gripping her ass, helping her move faster, deeper.
We switched again—she on her back, legs over my shoulders, me pounding into her with everything I had. She scratched down my back, leaving marks, her screams echoing in the room. I rubbed her clit, pushing her over the edge again, and followed right after, collapsing on top of her, both of us spent and panting.
When everything ended, Chloe slumped limply on the leather sofa.
Sweaty curls stuck to her flushed cheeks, her full chest still heaving. I slipped an arm under her waist, pulling her fully into my embrace. Her hot skin pressed against my chest. This total possession felt insanely satisfying.
That's why that damn bartender popped into my head—he'd been around Chloe before I even showed up at this club.
Before I ran into her here, that asshole Liam had already been hovering. The way he looked at her wasn't innocent. I should've just sent someone to bag him and dump him in the Hudson, but I wanted to hear from her mouth how she saw him.
