drew back to suck in deep breaths of oxygen. Smiling at him when his other hand reached over to touch my ass where everything was displayed, he drew back a hand and slapped it against my cheek sharply.
I shook my head, drawing him back inside and sliding up and down on his cock as quickly as I could manage in the position. Sucking harshly with every withdrawal, I wanted to watch him come undone.
I wanted to know that I'd done that to him.
My hand cupped his balls as I worked him in tandem with my mouth and my hand, wet sounds echoing through the cavernous garage. I didn't stop, working for every groan until my jaw ached with the difficulty of stretching around his size.
"Enough," he groaned, but his hips thrust up into my mouth like his body had lost all control. I thought for a moment he would spill down my throat, but he eventually tugged me off his cock.
Hands grasped me around the waist, turning me to face him and straddle the bike. "Lean back and touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to see how wet sucking my cock made you, Carina." I laid out carefully, my back resting on top of the fuel tank and arching with the curve of it. Reaching a hand between my legs, I propped myself up on one hand behind me so I could reach. Enzo's eyes tracked the movement, watching as two fingers touched my clit and my legs twitched from the shock of contact.
Slipping down to my entrance, I slid a finger inside myself, loving the way his attention held firm. A bomb could go off in the house, and I wasn't sure Enzo would notice. Such was the intensity of his focus on me. "Fuck, Baby Girl. You're soaked."
"How could I not be when I'm with you?" I teased, slipping my hips closer to him. I reached between us, taking him in hand and guiding him to my entrance. A roll of my hips and he pushed inside. I rolled them over him, working to take him deeper as my body acclimated to being impaled on him. "Lorenzo," I whimpered.
"This is how I want you to give me my lap dances," he said, a seductive smile on his face. So stunningly beautiful with his angular features and classic good looks, it was a wonder Enzo didn't want to spend the rest of his nights buried in a buffet of women.
I might not have believed he loved me a few days prior, but the way he studied me as I leaned all the way back on the bike again and rolled my hips to take him in and out in slow grinds left little doubt in my mind.
Enzo was mine just as much as I was his. Something about it comforted me. Like my life aligned with his and everything clicked into place in that moment. His hands touched my stomach, trailing up to cup my breasts. The friction between us left little trails of red flakes over my skin that Enzo eyed with lust on his face. Finally gripping my hips, he slammed me down on his cock so he rammed to the end of me and drew a gasp from my lips. Driven to the edge by the sight of his rival's blood on my skin, he pummeled into me, guiding my hips through the motions he wanted. Tossing my head back to hang between the handlebars, I let him take what he needed.
Let him give me what I wanted with harsh strokes of himself inside me.
When I screamed out my orgasm and shattered around him, he followed soon after. Filling me with his heat, he held me still. Rooted on him. Filled with him as I laid there panting.
Drunk. Sated. Tired.
He chuckled, helping lift me off the bike and setting me on my feet. The blood on both our skin demanded a shower, even though all I wanted to do was crawl into bed.
Even if it would be alone.
Weight covered my back, pressing me into the mattress. Difficult to breathe beneath the heaviness of it, I gasped as I came awake. Memories of the attack in my apartment assaulted me, bringing my panic to the surface.
Only the smell of Enzo calmed me and prevented me from fighting on instinct. The memory of him tucking me in after our shower was vague, as I'd been half asleep. I'd asked him to stay until I dozed off, wanting to