Lorenzo
The buzzing sound coming from Liv’s purse didn’t go unnoticed. Try as he may to just enjoy the night and ignore any apprehension, he couldn’t help it. Sometime after he’d questioned Liv’s text at dinner she’d set her phone on vibrate. But Lorenzo had heard the vibrating in her purse more than once since then. Not only had he heard it; he’d caught himself listening for it.
As angry and disgusted as he’d been with Linda at one point, he’d never hated her. Now this was going to make him absolutely hate Linda. It was one thing that she ruined what they had together. But because of what she did to him, it now had the potential to ruin what he could have with anyone else—with Liv. He’d never been insecure or overly suspicious, and he knew what he was feeling now had everything to do with Linda’s fucking betrayal.
He could only hope now that Liv hadn’t noticed his sudden unease or in any way figured out that this early on in their relationship and for no reason at all he was having issues with trusting her.
Liv eased out of the bathroom, looking adorable in her robe. The timid way she held the bag with her clothes in one hand and the robe together at her cleavage with the other, made him smile. He took her in from top to bottom and discovered the only thing she was wearing aside from the robe.
Her Dallas Cowboys fuck-me shoes.
He held up the champagne glass but kissed her before handing it to her as she reached him. “Even in a simple robe you’re beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “But I can hardly wait to see you in just the shoes.”
Pulling back just in time to see her eyes widen made him chuckle. Lorenzo brought his hands around her face, cradling it, and then dove in. He’d never get enough of consuming every inch of her mouth. His arousal had even drowned out any thoughts of her buzzing phone until it buzzed again and he stopped.
The confusion in her eyes confirmed that she hadn’t picked up on his earlier moments of unease. “Your phone,” he said, trying to sound as impassive as possible. “It’s gone off a few times since you went in to change. You wanna see if it’s anything important? Your brothers maybe?”
It was so subtle. The tiny flicker he saw in her eyes could mean something or it could mean nothing. It could well be that, yes, maybe the thought of her brothers trying to get a hold of her alarmed her. And that would be perfectly valid. So why the hell was he having to talk himself down as she walked to her purse to check her phone. Why was he staring at her in a way he knew he’d be searching for insincerity when she explained who it was.
Clicking on her phone’s screen, Olivia smiled. She texted back whoever had texted her then dropped the phone back in her purse. “A couple of those were from my brother AJ.” She smiled, taking a sip of her champagne. “He asked if I could bring him up a bottle of water if I was coming upstairs. Then he texted again to say never mind when he remembered I wasn’t home.”
Lorenzo smiled in an attempt to hide any unreasonable suspicion because it was completely unfair to her. Damn it. He slipped his hand in hers the moment she was close enough.
“The other two,” she said, smiling even bigger, “were from Rose. She was dying to know what I thought of my surprise but then promised I wouldn’t hear from her again since Vince was threatening to hide her phone if she kept bugging me.”
This time Lorenzo smiled genuinely. Rosie had been instrumental in helping him come up with his plans for today. He’d never mentioned Liv’s sexual fantasies about making love under the stars, but she had been the one to suggest bringing her here. She said there was no way Olivia wouldn’t find this place romantic. That was when he’d remembered the sofa bed in the courtyard. It was perfect. Though that bed wasn’t the only place he had in mind to make love to her tonight. He had a few other things in mind.
“So what was your response to her?”
“That I love it,” she said, smiling big. “And that I already know tonight’s going to be amazing.”
Unable to stand it anymore, he kissed her again deeply, bringing his arms around her and picking her up. He felt her gasp as he picked her up even higher carrying her toward the custom-made bar they’d had built when they bought the house. The courtyard already had a bar before they’d bought it, but the one complaint they’d all had when they used to rent it was the bar was too low. They were all tall people and were in agreement that the bar should be much higher than the standard ones. So when they bought the house, it was one of the first things they had redone custom-made.
Ironically, it was Liv’s cousin Romero who’d made the crude remark about the new height of the bar being for other reasons.
“Who are you dirty bastards trying to kid?” Romero had laughed when he’d gotten his first glimpse of the new bar. “Look at this! It’s the perfect height for doing things you’d normally have to bend over for.”
It was another thing that had come to mind when Lorenzo had thought about making love to Liv out here. He’d start her off on the custom-made bar and do to her what he’d been fantasizing about doing to her since that first night.
Lifting her onto the end of bar so she’d have room to lie back, Lorenzo couldn’t help but smile. Hell, he almost laughed that something like that would be the first thing that had come to Romero’s mind when he’d first seen the bar. The guy was spot on. While he could still kiss her if she brought her face down to him, his hands were already under the robe and running up her inner thighs.
Olivia straightened suddenly when she felt his hand between her legs, but his sheepish smile seemed to relax her. She smiled back and appeared to instantly calm. He spread her legs gently, still staring into her eyes, and watched as her eyes widened slowly as if it just dawned on her what he had in mind.
With his heart already racing in anticipation, he tugged on the belt around her waist, and the robe opened slightly. One of his hands remained on her inner thigh, caressing her soft warm flesh while the other opened the robe until he had a complete visual of her glorious naked body. While he’d had the pleasure of feeling her breasts under her blouse that first time, his need to race out of there had robbed him of seeing them in all their glory. He’d since fondled just about every part of her body over her clothes, but it was sheer torture to not be able to do more. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were perfectly proportioned to her body. For a second, just looking at her actually gave him chills. Chills.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, taking her in from top to bottom, completely mesmerized.
He brought his hand out from between her thighs and walked his fingers up her hips then torso until they reached her breast, and he caressed it, leaning in as his lips grazed her nipple. There they were again. Chills. He felt them literally creep up his arms, spine, and neck.
What the hell?
He licked her nipple, still feeling completely captivated—stunned. Finally, he had to glance up at her eyes again. “What is it about you?” he asked, genuinely confused about how he was feeling.
She shook her head wide-eyed but said nothing, and judging by the look in her eyes and how rapidly her heart beat just under her breast where his hand lay now, she was feeling the same thing.
As much as he was tempted to, he refrained from telling her that touching her now and seeing her like this made his grown ass feel as if it were his first time touching a woman. Like in middle school, he’d been forced these past three weeks to go home and take a cold shower then take care of business on his own. Of course he wouldn’t tell her this. She’d think he was as ridiculous as he’d felt this whole time. He was only glad he’d finally be releasing what he already knew would be huge.
Easing his hand up behind her neck while gazing deeply into her eyes, he did what he wanted to do. What he always wanted to do now whenever he was with her. And ever since she agreed to be officially his, he vowed he’d never hold back.
He kissed her.
One thing he was certain of was that kissing anyone else would never feel the same again, not after feeling what he did when he kissed Liv. He could only pray now that things would work out for them and she’d be his for good. Otherwise, he had no doubt she’d ruined kissing for him forever. What he felt when he kissed her could never be duplicated.
After several long minutes of indulging in that heaven, Lorenzo stopped and pulled away to regard her eyes for a moment. He then brought his mouth down the side of her neck and slowly moved down, sprinkling kisses and sucking her flesh as he felt their hearts accelerate with every kiss—every taste of her delicious body.
Liv squirmed, gasping a bit as he stopped and tasted then took her nipple in his mouth again, giving it a bit more attention than he had any other part of her body. Well, except for her mouth. Lorenzo loved feeling her body’s reaction to his touch. It was one of the most notable things about her even that first time. He knew she hadn’t done the one-night thing often because he could feel it in her trembling body, and he’d been right. She hadn’t done this often, and now he had confirmation she hadn’t done it in years.
Kissing Liv always got a rise out of him, and he’d been rock hard from the moment she walked out of the bathroom in her robe and Dallas Cowboys heels. But every kiss, every lick, every taste he got of her now was driving him into a complete frenzy. He was trying to take it slow—make up for their first time where he’d hammered into her with a purpose—but just touching her warm flesh now was driving him insane.
Bringing his hand down to her legs again, he spread them gently. “Lie back,” he said in a hoarse whisper. Instantly, her body went taut, and he smiled up at her. “Trust me.”
She lay back, and he spread her legs further, nearly losing the strength in his own legs from the beautiful visual. Kissing the inside of her thighs, he worked his way up to the heat between her legs. He leaned in, kissing her warm wetness and making her back arch in reaction.
“Relax,” he whispered then licked her softly, holding back the carnal groan that nearly escaped him.
She tasted better than he’d expected, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, willing himself to take this slowly. He’d thought it even that first night and each time he’d kissed her since. If her mouth tasted as good as it did and did to him things he couldn’t understand, he could only imagine what it would feel like to taste her everywhere. Once again he’d been right.
He pulled away to regain a little control then closed his eyes. “You like me licking your pussy, Livi?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, making him smile.
Never had hearing a girl’s reaction to his use of explicit terms been such a turn on. Hearing and feeling sweet Livi’s reaction to him just like that first night drove him beyond nuts. As feral as this made him feel, he made a mental note to go as slowly as possible as he spread her with his fingers, licking her good then letting his tongue go even deeper. Feeling her squirm a bit, he lifted her sexy-as-shit, fuck-me shoes over his shoulders one at a time. Then he went in for another longer, more profound savoring, running his tongue from the bottom of her slick slit to the top. He smiled when he heard her gasp—felt her entire body quiver in response.
“God damn, you taste good,” he said, barely able to keep his tongue off her long enough to say it.
Hearing her moan and gasp as his tongue moved slowly around her clit only made him crazier, but somehow he managed to stay composed and not speed it up. He loved feeling her legs tremble against his shoulders as she began to cry out softly. Her fingers ran frantically through his hair now as he latched on and off her delicious little nub.
“You’re dripping wet,” he said just as he sucked her juices greedily and swallowed, nearly losing control.
He lifted her legs up even higher because her moans and panting getting louder were clear indicators that she’d be coming soon, and he wanted to taste every last drop. He dove in again, circling, suckling, and flicking his tongue against that engorged clit and then it happened. She cried out again and again as she pulsated against his tongue. He continued to suck her even as she came, and it took everything in him not to mess his pants. Hearing her cries was such a fucking turn on it hurt, and he continued to swallow her juices insatiably.
“Oh my God, Enzo!” her words pleaded as she lifted her behind a bit. “I can’t take anymore!”
With one last lick and a final kiss, he pulled away, staring at the still throbbing and beautiful sight. Just the thought that this was his now—all his—and he could do this as often as he knew he’d want to, made him want to groan in delight again.
Finally able to pull his eyes away, he smiled when he saw her holding her hand over her bare breasts, trying to catch her breath. The look of contentment on her face said it all. She’d enjoyed that as much as he had.
He held his hand out to her and helped her sit up then lifted her, bringing her down from the bar. Maybe if he hadn’t done this with Romero’s cousin he might be able to tell him how right he’d been about the bar being the perfect height for it.
Liv had wrapped her arms around his neck the moment he’d lifted her from the bar, but even once she was down, she continued to hug him tightly. With those high heels, she was nearly as tall as he was, and she leaned her forehead against his. “I don’t think my body’s ever experienced such ruthless pleasure.”
Lorenzo laughed. “Ruthless pleasure, huh? I like that and guess what?”
She scrutinized his eyes, a curious brow lifted. “What?”
“This is just the beginning,” he said, kissing her softly.
Seeing her lick her lips with a blank expression made him smile. He knew she was tasting herself because he still had that delectable taste in his mouth.
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?” he asked, tilting his head. “You like it?”
She stared at him for a moment; then her eyes were on his lips, and she kissed him again. This time he did groan as he devoured her mouth, and she laughed, pulling away.
“Is it weird that I do?”
“Weird?” he said, letting his head fall back with a laugh. He could hardly believe how he lucked out. Most girls hated it. “It’s a fucking turn on that you do.”
Her face tinged with color, and that made him laugh even more. Here she stood right in front him. Except for her fuck-me shoes and open robe, she was completely naked, and this made her blush?
“My body feels drained,” she said, glancing over his shoulder. “I could actually go for a little time in the hot tub.” She looked back at him then down at the obvious bulge in his pants, the corner of her lip tugging. “That is, of course, if you’re so inclined to put off other things while we relax in there for a few.”
Lorenzo was already undoing his zipper. “Who said we have to put things off just because we’re in there?”
Her eyes went wide, but she smiled big then started toward the tub, but not before reaching for her glass of champagne. “Would you like me to wait while you go change into your robe?” She turned around in time to see him pull off his shirt then drop his pants, and she laughed. “I guess you won’t need the bathroom for that.”
Laughing as he stepped out of his pants, he shook his head. “My carnal enthusiasm makes up for my lack of modesty.”
He lifted one leg at a time to pull off his socks, and in record time, he was down to his boxer briefs. Staring at Liv, he waited until her eyes were back on his, because for a moment they were on what he knew was flagrantly at attention even if still under his briefs. When their eyes met, he saw her face tinge again, and he smiled slowly, already imagining the things that were about to happen in that hot tub. If she thought they were going to relax in there, she was in for one big hard surprise.
“Don’t worry,” he said, feeling a little evil because he knew he’d already embarrassed her by making it obvious he’d seen what had momentarily distracted her. “You won’t be the only one completely nude in there. These are coming off too. But ladies first.”
He watched as she turned towards the hot tub and then slipped out of her robe, still taking her time to hang it back on the coat hanger. She turned to him and, to his surprise, smiled just as sinfully as he did watching his sexy ass girlfriend in nothing but her fuck-me shoes.
Taking a seat at the edge of the hot tub, she took off her shoes one by one and laughed when she looked up and saw him pout. “If I didn’t think they’d be ruined, I’d wear them in there just for you. But they were too expensive to chance it.”
Lorenzo smiled, keeping to himself that her days of wearing those or any of her other fuck-me shoes anywhere without him were over. He’d cross that bridge when they came to it. But if he had his way, she wouldn’t be doing a whole lot without him from here on anyway. For now he’d focus on something else instead: everything he’d be doing with her, to her, in a few minutes.
As frenzied as their making out had gotten in the past two weeks, Lorenzo had made a point to keep his hands off her ass. At least not get too carried away. While he’d learned to have restraint when it came to these things over the years, when it came to Liv and that glorious ass of hers, he didn’t trust himself to not go over the edge. She began stepping in the hot tub, his eyes glued to her beautiful ass, as he swallowed hard. Jesus Christ! He didn’t think he could get any harder.