Enzo, p.8
Enzo, page 8
I chuckle. “You sound like my friend, Nick. Are you nervous about starting with Drew next week?”
She swallows a mouthful and then shrugs. “He was nice on the phone. Described everything I’d be doing and it didn’t sound too difficult. I’m kind of looking forward to it. Too bad it’ll only be part-time until after school ends.”
“It’s a good start. What about college?”
Her nose scrunches as she makes a face. “I’ve applied to some places, but I don’t want to go far. You know…just in case.”
Just in case she doesn’t get Cora.
“One day at a time,” I tell her. “That’s all you can do.”
“Until then,” she says with a sigh, “don’t drown.”
As the movie plays, I sneak peeks at her. She fell asleep ten minutes into the movie and has been out ever since. It’s nice having her at peace on my sofa. As she sleeps where no worries can plague her, I’m free to stare at her in privacy. Our moments until now have been few and far between. Now that her age doesn’t stand in our way, I look forward to seeing where this goes. I don’t date often because my schedule is a mess. So finding a nice girl, to have dinner and watch a movie with, is difficult. With Jenna, this all feels so comfortable and easy.
Her eyes flutter open and she catches me looking at her. A smile plays at her lips. “Hey, creeper.”
I smirk. “Hey. Might want to wipe off that drool.”
She snorts and swipes at the nonexistent drool. “Punk.”
“Want to come a little closer and let me see if you got it all?”
“I didn’t drool,” she argues, but sits up to make her way to my end of the sofa. Her legs straddle my thighs and she rests her palms on my shoulders. “What do you see?”
A beautiful, broken girl, so worthy of love and affection it makes my heart ache.
I rake my fingers through her hair, but don’t let go when I reach the ends. What I want to say to her stays stuck on my tongue. Gripping the bottom of her hair, I tug until her throat is exposed to me. I press my lips to her skin and then run my tongue along the flesh. “I see you missed a spot. Don’t worry, I got it.” I chuckle against her neck and she shivers.
“I think there’s some here,” she murmurs, running her thumb along the side of her neck to her ear.
I press kisses along the trail to her earlobe. When I nip her there, she groans. Her hips move, causing her to rub against me. My cock is awake and at attention. The urge to grab her hips and pull her to my dick is overwhelming, but I refrain. It’s nice letting her set the pace. For now.
“Enzo,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I need more.”
I smile against her flesh. As much as I’d love to fuck her right here on this couch, I can wait until she’s emotionally ready. But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.
Gripping the bottom of the hoodie, I inch it up slowly. She pulls away to stare at me. Her hooded green eyes blaze with lust. When she bites on her bottom lip, I’m unable to keep the slow act up. I want to see her. All of her. I tug the hoodie away and toss it beside me. My eyes roam down her front. Her full breasts jiggle in her simple bra with every breath she takes.
“It’s the only one I have,” she says sadly, shame in her voice.
I snap my head up to frown at her. “I was admiring how hot your tits looked, not criticizing your bra.” I reach up, and pull the cups down to expose her rosy pink nipples to me. They’re erect and begging to be sucked on. “You know you never have to feel ashamed with me.”
She nods and I lean forward to inhale her. Jenna always smells sweet, like sugar cookies or something. My mouth waters for a taste of her. I press a soft kiss to the delicate skin between her breasts. Innocent and gentle. But then I suckle on the curve of her breast, tonguing the warm flesh all the way to her nipple. When my wet mouth latches on to the pebbled nub, she cries out. I suck her nipple hard enough to make her jolt in my lap. Then, I tease away the pain until she’s squirming and panting for more. On and on, I tease her nipples, alternating back and forth.
“Enzo,” she murmurs, her hips rocking along my hard cock through our clothes.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come in my pants,” I growl in warning. “Sit up on your knees.”
She unfastens her bra and tosses it away before heeding my words. My sweatpants she’s wearing have been rolled down several times to fit her in the waist. I pull the front of them down, along with her panties, and dip my head down so I can peek at her cunt. Her hair is dark and trimmed neat. I want to bury my nose against her and memorize her scent.
“This,” I rumble as I kiss her softly on her pubic bone, “is mine.”
She gasps as my hot words tickle her flesh. A low moan rumbles from her the moment I flick my tongue out and taste her. Her pussy is soft and untouched. In our many phone calls, she’d confessed her virginity to me. As though it was something to be embarrassed about. I’ve jacked off more times than I can count to the thought of taking her virginity. Something sweet and delicate, and all mine for the taking. I want to own her pussy with my cock and tongue.
“Be a good girl and let me see what’s hiding in there,” I instruct, running my thumb along her slit. “Show me, sweetheart.”
Her fair skin blushes at my words but then she reaches down to touch herself. My cock jumps in my pants at seeing her pull her pussy lips apart for me. Her clit, dark pink and perfect, seems to beckon for my tongue.
“Beautiful,” I praise as I flick my tongue out and lap at the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Oh,” she rasps in surprise, letting go of herself to clutch onto my hair.
I smile against her pussy and lick her again, this time firmer. I flatten my tongue against her clit and rub hard circles against it. Her breathing becomes strangled and the grip on my hair becomes nearly painful. But I don’t dare stop kissing her perfect cunt. I massage it eagerly with my tongue, drinking up her sweet taste.
“Help me take these off,” I instruct against her pussy, as I tug at her sweatpants.
She lifts a knee up and I slide the material down and off her leg. We do the same for the other leg. All that stands between me and my girl is a pair of pink panties.
“Tomorrow, I’m taking you to buy new undergarments,” I warn as I rip right through the fabric.
“You just tore my panties!”
“Shh,” I croon. “I’ll make it better.”
I grip her hips and flip us on the couch so I’m on my back. She stares down at me with confusion in her eyes. Her dark hair is messy and her tits look divine. I’m going to enjoy every second devouring this girl.
“I want you right here,” I tell her, tapping my lips. “Hold on to the arm of the couch and let me do the rest.”
She maneuvers her way to me and then settles her pussy on my face. I grip her hips as I get to sucking and licking on her pussy. Her arousal practically drips from her. I can certainly taste it. Sweet, like sugar. My palms slide to her ass and I squeeze her cheeks, pulling them apart.
“Enzo,” she whimpers. “This is too much. It feels too…” Her body jolts and then she grinds against my mouth.
I suck and nip at her clit, knowing she’s close. My fingers probe at her opening. She’s slick and her body is needy. I push a finger inside of her, slowly, but don’t stop until I’m as far as I can go. She whines at the intrusion.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Your pussy is so damn tight. I’m going to hurt you.” Simple math tells me my cock is way too thick and long for her. Still, I want to try. Urging another finger inside her pussy beside my other one, I get to see just how tight she really is. Her channel grips my fingers, making me wonder if I’m hurting her. I push deeper inside her as I suck on her clit.
She hisses in pain that gives way to a moan. I fuck her gently with my two fingers, all while biting and sucking on her tender flesh. A shudder ripples through her and my name gets shouted from her lips. Her cunt clenches around my fingers in an unforgiving way as she rides out her orgasm. I suck on her clit, hard enough and long enough to send her into another orgasm that makes her seize violently. When I decide to give her a reprieve, I slide my fingers slowly out of her. A smear of blood is mixed with her arousal and guilt niggles at me.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, my voice husky and raw.
“It stung, but it also felt good,” she breathes. “Is that blood?”
I sit up and she settles at my waist, her legs spread as she straddles me. Her scent is addictive and nearly maddening. Going slow with her will be hard when every animal instinct in me is begging to roll her onto the floor and fuck her until she can’t walk.
“You’re not so innocent anymore,” I tease, as I lick away the evidence on my fingers.
She bites on her bottom lip, her eyes glimmering with fascination. When I finish sucking away her sweet and now metallic taste, I slide my hand into her silky locks and pull her to my mouth for a kiss. Her soft moan tells me she likes tasting herself on me. The way she grinds on my cock an indicator she’s ready for what comes next.
But she’s not ready.
She’s had a hard day and just needed the release I gave her. One day soon, I’ll give her more. Just not today.
“Come on,” I grunt. “Let’s get ready for bed. You’re tired.”
“Bed?” Her nose scrunches in a way that indicates she doesn’t agree. “I’m not tired, Enzo.”
Ignoring her argument, I rise with her in my arms. Her feet slide to the floor. With her naked and in my arms, I can hardly think straight. My body begs to take her right now.
“What about you?” she murmurs, her small palm splaying on my lower stomach over my shirt.
A groan rumbles from me when she slides her hand down into my pants. She grips my cock and runs her thumb over the pre-cum on the tip. I stand helpless to her innocent seduction. I don’t argue as she pushes my pants and boxers down my thighs.
“Like this?” she asks as she tugs on my cock.
I hiss out in pleasure. “Exactly like that.”
She works my cock in her fist until we surprise us both when I come without warning. My seed splatters against her stomach. Before I can stop myself, I run my fingers through it and smear it all over her breasts. She watches wide-eyed at my work.
“I want to take you to bed and we can talk. One day soon, we can do more, but I want you to rest tonight,” I explain, knowing she’ll want reasoning as to why I can’t fuck her on her eighteenth birthday. “Plus, I need to make sure you’re okay with me. I’m not exactly a gentleman in bed, sweetheart. I leave bruises with my mouth. I like it rough.”
She frowns at my words. “You want to hurt me?”
“Not in a way you won’t enjoy,” I assure her. “I want to fuck you against windows and force you to your knees to suck me off. I want to pull your hair when I’m fucking you from behind. And your ass…I want to push inside you and make you scream.” My dick throbs back to life with an image of Jenna’s ass prone and ready for me. “Which is why we should wait. I don’t want you to be distracted by your emotions and do something you’re not okay with. We can start small and gently.”
“I want to do those things,” she tells me bravely, lifting her chin. But her eyes flicker as though she’s unsure.
“Then we’ll work up to them. Come on. Bedtime, sweetheart.”
I wake with a start, confused in the darkness. I’m sweating, and my hair sticks to my face and neck. A man is wrapped around me like I’m a human-sized teddy bear. My erratically beating heart slows as I stroke my fingers through his hair. Memories from last night drift to the forefront of my mind.
He made me come. Twice.
It was embarrassing to be so exposed to another person, but all shameful thoughts flew out the window when he licked and sucked and tasted me.
And his cock.
Oh. My. God.
I wish I could talk to Winter about it. I’m terrified of it, quite frankly. He’s large. Really large. I have nothing to compare it to, but my hand seemed so small wrapped around it. The thought of him pushing in where he had his fingers mere hours ago is a terrifying thought. Will it hurt? Will we have sex before he sends me away to live at the women’s shelter?
My gut hollows out.
After we wake up tomorrow, I’ll have to ready myself to go to the shelter. It’s childish to beg Enzo to let me stay with him, even if it is what I truly want. We’ve barely become intimate. I don’t want to scare him away by clinging to him.
I let out a sigh. Tears sting my eyes as I listen for Cora’s steady, soft snoring. It’s absent, which feels like my heart is being smashed beneath a boot. I miss her. I’m going to miss her every second of every day until I find a way to get her back.
“What’s wrong?” Enzo’s husky voice makes me jolt in surprise.
“Nothing,” I lie.
“You’re crying in the dark, sweetheart.” He pauses. “Is it me? What I said last night? You know I’d never pressure you into anything. If you want gentle, that’s how I’ll be.”
I shake my head and tears roll down my temple. “I’m not afraid of that. I’m just hot.”
The springs groan as he sits up. His shirt I’m wearing swallows me and is drenched in sweat. I breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls it away from my body and discards it. Now that I’m fully naked, a delightful shiver quakes down my spine.
“Better?”
“Much.” A sob catches in my throat and the bed trembles as I try to contain it.
“Shh,” he croons, pulling me against his bare chest. “I’ve got you.”
“I miss her,” I finally admit, giving in to the emotion threatening to drown me. “So much.”
He rakes his fingers through my hair, untangling it along the way. “I know you do. She’s doing fine, though. You know this.”
“She belongs with me.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
“What if it takes too long?” I choke out. “What if she forgets about me?”
“She won’t forget about you. No one could ever forget about you.”
I lie there in silence as my tears dry and I cool off. Tentatively, I reach up and stroke my fingers along his chest. “I want you to…” I trail off, feeling stupid at my words. “I want you to make love to me like you would any other woman you were seeing. I don’t want you to hold back if it’s something you like. You said you wouldn’t truly hurt me and I believe that.” I tilt my head up, seeking his mouth. “I want you to distract me, Enzo.”
His lips find mine in the dark and he kisses me desperately. As though I’m the air he’s been gasping for. I moan when he rolls me onto my back and kisses a trail along my jaw to my neck. He nips my flesh hard enough to bruise. I zero in on the way my skin stings and now the way he tongues away the hurt. If this is the type of roughness he wants to use on me, I’ll gladly be his victim. As he alternates between kissing and biting me, his hand trails south between my legs, where I’m already growing wet for him. I’m mesmerized at how easily he plays my body. How he knows exactly where to rub and touch to make me thrash in pleasure. He brings me over the edge, and I climax so hard I see stars in the dark.
He doesn’t make a move, so I encourage him. It’s easy to be brave in the dark.
“I need this,” I whisper. “I want you to give this to me.”
“At any time it’s too much, tell me, sweetheart.”
“I promise.”
His mouth finds mine again and he dizzies me with a deep kiss. A tremor of unease skitters through me when he pushes my legs apart and settles himself between my thighs. His heavy cock rests against my pussy, but he doesn’t do anything other than kiss me.
He’s holding back.
Determination ignites within me. I don’t want him to hold back with me. I want him to lose control. I want him to make love to me, like he has no other woman before. I want to be better than them. Digging my fingernails into his shoulders and my heels into his ass, I urge him to do what he wants to.
“I want you, Enzo. Take me away with you.”
He grunts—feral and manly—before sliding his cock back and forth along my slit. The motion is teasing and it makes me crave more of him. His tip breaches my opening and it already stings. Slowly, achingly so, he dips in and out, inching deeper each time.
“Jesus, Jenna,” he growls. “You feel so fucking good.”
I melt under his praise. “You feel good too.”
He pulls out slightly and then drives into me the rest of the way with one hard thrust. Our mouths clash together as he smothers my moan in a starved kiss. The pain between my legs gets ignored as I focus on the way he consumes me from the inside out. He’s inside me. Making love to me. It feels as though we’re linked now—linked in a way I’ve never been with anyone. Like he found a way to bind our souls together.
“Enzo,” I rasp out. “Oh, God.”
His hips thrust hard against me. The reverent way he cradles my cheek turns to something darker as his hand slides to my throat. He applies pressure and my pussy throbs in response. I’m gripped in his possessive hold as he drives into me over and over again. I like the way he holds me, as though I’ll try and get away.
I’m not going anywhere.
My breaths are labored as he tightens his grip. Instead of feeling panicked at my limited air supply, I feel more alive than ever. Electricity seems to buzz through my nerve endings, zapping all the erogenous zones. Pulses of pleasure throb in my core. He works his hips in such a way that he rubs against my clit about every other thrust. The movements make my legs shake with need. My fingers claw at his flesh, desperate to take that leap with him. I’m desperate for more—more of what, I don’t know. I slide my hand over his. Permission. He understands my unspoken words and grips me tighter. His lips hover over mine in an almost kiss as he takes me over the edge of sanity. The room seems to spin as I lose control, climaxing hard.
“Fuck,” he curses. His grip loosens as he jerks out of me suddenly. Heat splatters against my pussy that stings from the beating it just took. When he finishes, he leans forward to turn on the bedside lamp. He sits back on his haunches and stares down at me.
