“Piccolo.” His sweet voice sounds like a deep ocean, an ocean I want to jump into, immerse myself in. Why am I mad at him again?
“Lorenzo King.” I slur my words but only slightly. His hands find my hips, and he pulls me into him until his whole body is against mine. He moves with me. Our hearts beat as one, and when his thrusts become more, I feel his hard length press against my ass.
“Ahhh…” I moan, unable to contain the pleasure claiming me.
“Believe me, I know,” he whispers against my skin, his hands roaming my body, moving me to the rhythm. I’m hyper-aware of my clenching pussy, and my need for him.
“I’m sorry, Amara. I’m so fucking sorry I allowed you to run without following. I’m sorry you think me loving you might not be enough.” I can hear the suffering in his voice. Pushing back against him, he grabs me hard. If he’s really that sorry, he’ll have to prove it.
Rubbing my ass into his groin does me no good when it comes to me feeding my own needs.
“Slow down, beautiful,” he growls, taking my earlobe in between his teeth. Slow down? If anything, I need to speed up.
Whirling around to face him, I rub my hand between his legs. He’s more than ready for me. His cock straining against his pants, and by the look in his eyes, I can tell I’m playing with fire.
“If you’re truly sorry…. prove it.” I lean into his face, whispering the words in his ear. A fire ignites within me. As much as I want to be mad at Eli for giving away our location, I know I can’t be. He’s given me this small sliver of happiness in a world of chaos… With a gift–apology like that, I can’t be mad.
“Oh, I will, piccolo. I fucking will.” His lips find my neck, and in a flash, I’m melting into a puddle of mush. My resistance to him is non-existent. I’m a fucking mess.
The bites, kisses, and sucks of my flesh are all that I can hear, even with the loud music playing. His hands skim over my body until they land on my ass. With one quick movement, he lifts me up and has me wrapping my legs around his waist.
I don’t care if we’re in a club with people looking at us. No. All I care about is Enzo proving to me how sorry he is. In a matter of seconds, we’re pushing through what I assume is a back door. My back slams against a brick wall as his mouth assaults mine furiously.
Pulling away just slightly, he bites my lip, causing me to groan. “If you run from me again, I will spank you until your ass cheeks glow red. Then, I’ll fuck you like I hate you. Got it?” He commands my attention, and my pussy purrs in appreciation. Instead of saying yes, I nod my head, my eyes must be glowing with a deep need.
“Good, now I’m fucking you the way I want to.”
I smirk a little. Releasing my legs slowly, I slide down the wall. Once I find my footing, he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the alleyway.
“Fucking me the way you want to?” I tease him, hoping just for a smidge of the darkness in his eyes.
“The. Way. I. Fucking. Want. To.” He turns, growling at me, making sure I hear every single word. My insides tingle with desires far darker than I ever wanted. In this new world, life could be pulled from you in a second.
A walk next to him casually as if I’m not walking to my impending death by fucking. Our footsteps echo on the pavement as we walk around the back of the lot. We come to a stop in front of an expensive-looking, sleek car, and I immediately know it’s his.
“Where did you get this?” I ask curiously, running my hand across the hood. My pussy clenches at the very thought of being taken against the hood of the car.
“Where I got it from doesn’t matter nearly as much as what I’m going to do with you in it,” he exclaims, a dark, one-sided smile crossing his face. I cover the distance between us.
“Fuck me… Please.” My eyes urging him for more. The idea of doing such a taboo thing in public is exhilarating, and even though I know we could be caught and found by Mack at any second, I still want him. The idea of being found just adds more to it.
“Oh, I will,” he growls, cupping me between my jeans. My body bows at his touch, and I push up on my tiptoes. Spinning me around, I catch myself on the hood of the car. The black paint sparkles in the light, but I have no time to admire its beauty.
One second I’m wearing pants, and the next, they’re wrapped around my ankles. Enzo pulls my panties to the side, and I feel the cool midnight air on my wet and hot pussy.
“Fuckkk…” I groan as two fingers enter me with so much intensity, I find myself leaning against the car more and more. He is finger fucking me so hard, I slide up and down the hood with every stroke.
“I hope you know how much I love you, piccolo.” He groans in my ear as he continues to pump in and out of me. Leaning on my forearms, I push against him, wanting my release now.
“Why?” I huff out, questioning why we’re even talking at this point. I just want his cock inside of me, fucking me into oblivion.
“Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you. So hold on, baby.” His words are the only warning he gives before I hear him undo his pants. Suddenly, his fingers are gone, and I don’t even have time to protest because I feel his cock probing at my entrance the next instant. My mouth waters as he slides into me all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, god,” I cry out, my head falling toward the hood of the car. I can hear the traffic on the other side of the building, and if anyone drove down the alleyway, they would see us. None of those things bother me.
Slamming into me over and over again, I find myself on the verge of coming. Skin slapping against skin echoes around me, only pushing me further and further.
“That’s right, squeeze my cock,” he growls, gripping my hair tightly, pulling my head back.
That’s when I see him. Someone standing at the end of the ally, watching us. A car passes, illuminating his face for a few seconds.
It’s Eli, leaning against the brick wall, watching me getting fucked like a whore. Even from far away, I can see the smirk on his face and the lust in his eyes.
I should be ashamed, terrified, and appalled. Instead, it excites me. It’s wrong, dirty, and so fucking sexy.
Enzo grips my hip hard while the other keeps a tight grip on my hair. At that moment, all I can feel or see is him, and not another fucking thing matters when we’re like this.
“Give it to me, give me all of you,” he whispers his words, covering my body in a blanket of need. We are both covered in sweat, and with one shove, he is deeper than he has ever been.
“Come for me, Amara, come all over my cock,” he says, tensing. His own release mere strokes away as if on command, my pussy clenches around him as he continues to pump in and out of me at a furious pace.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I experience the most intense orgasm of my life.
I blink my eyes open, staring down the alleyway once more, to find it empty. Eli is gone, like he was never there at all, and for a moment, I wonder if I imagined him being there.
Releasing my hair, Enzo pulls out and flips me over, only to stare deeply into my eyes as he strokes himself. There’s a deep look in his eyes, almost fear, and when he comes, I watch his vision swarm with every emotion known to mankind. My own body shudders with aftershocks as his hot cum lands on my sweat clad body.