“A truth,” he demands again.
“I don’t want to run anymore,” I murmur, feeling my face flush hot. If he asked me to ride him like a cowgirl, I’d have no issue pushing him down and showing him exactly what a wild animal looks like. But asking me to be vulnerable quite literally feels like pulling teeth.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he questions.
“Yes,” I admit.
He nods his head slowly. “I’m not going to.”
My mouth parts with shock, and I blink at him.
“I want you to show me how you like to be touched. Show me how you make your pussy feel good.”
My eyes widen, and I begin to shake my head.
“Are you afraid?”
“No.”
Oh, fuck.He’s grinning. Just the slightest, but it’s entirely sinister. Nothing about the way he’s looking at me makes me feel warm and fluffy inside.
“That was a lie,bella ladra.”
It totally was.
He sits up, resting his ass on his heels, his knees spread, and my thighs curled around his hips. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer until his hard cock is pressed against my core. The few millimeters of fabric separating his flesh from mine is too thick. I need to feel him.
As if sensing my thoughts, he asks, “Would you like me to show you, too?”
“Yes.” The answer is out before he can finish, and that grin deepens, displaying the dimples on either side of his cheeks.
No, no. Go back to frowning. That smile is far more dangerous.
Enzo lifts on his knees just enough to slip the shorts down his ass, maneuvering until they fall away completely. The second his cock is freed, I can’t look away.
So fucking beautiful. So fucking lethal.
Long and thick, with veins roping throughout the hardened flesh. Flashbacks of that first night we spent together bombard me, and even now, I can remember the feel of him driving inside me. How he used his dick and fingers with so much precision that he made me physically squirt too many times to count. Something I’veneverbeen able to make myself do. Yet, I implied I could touch myself better. When, in reality, no one has ever touched me the way Enzo does.
He wraps his hand around his cock, and if I were standing, my knees would collapse from the sight. My mouth waters as he pumps himself once, twice, three times, and his head kicks back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he groans.
Dropping his chin, he gives me a look full of both warning and challenge.
“Now, Sawyer. Show me how to touch yourself like I will show you. And when we’re both done, we will see who lied better.”
He knows that I don’t need to demonstrate how to make myself come any more than he needs to. Enzo and I—we’re not very compatible, I think. We speak different languages most days, and it’s a constant battle of figuring each other out. But when we’re stripped of our clothes and our bodies are doing the talking, we understand each other as if God was never angry with humans and separated us by the way we move our tongues. When we’re like this, the way we move them is the only thing that makes sense.
I slide my hand down my stomach and in between my thighs, biting my lip when he follows my movements raptly. My eyelids flutter when I brush my finger across my clit, teasing myself for a few seconds before dropping lower and dipping my middle finger inside me. I’m dripping wet, and the noises my body makes are vulgar, but I’m past caring when it pulls a groan from deep in his chest.
He fists his cock tighter, as if overcome with the sight, and begins to slowly pump himself, his mouth falling open.
I move my fingers back up to my clit and circle it firmly, unable to contain a husky moan. My entire body is on fire, and the pleasure radiating from my pussy has my eyes rolling.
Normally, I’d close them and pretend someone else was touching me instead. But with Enzo crowding over me, pleasuring himself as he watches me, it would kill my building orgasm if I dared look away.
“Tell me a truth,” he rasps, his hips jerking as he strokes himself faster.
My legs quake, a coil forming deep in my stomach and stealing my breath from the intensity of it. This feels too good, and thinking of something to say is challenging. He might as well be asking me to sprint through quicksand.