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Enzo stands back up and undresses until he’s bare before me. My mouth waters as his long, hard cock jerks. He wraps my hand around it, stroking it all the way up to the pink head. His head falls back in a sexy groan and I watch, memorizing him. He lines up and pushes into me in one swift move. I groan, a mix of pleasure and pain.
He kisses the side of my head lovingly. I wish he would not. He pulls out of me and, with slow and torturous moves, he slides back in. I bite my lips to hold back the tears that threaten to fall if I let them.
You cannot cry. You will not cry, I will myself.
With every roll of his hip, my heart, although breaking, closes off. I push it all away, shutting my mind until it’s a blank canvas. I place my hands beside me and lift off the marble tiles, rolling my hips as I give in mindless pleasure. Enzo groans as my pussy clenches around his cock, his expression one of beautiful pain and pleasure. He’s beautiful.
“Harder,” I say, lowering myself back down as I close my eyes, not wanting to see him. His moves, once precise, turn rapid and erratic as he inches towards his release. I clench even tighter, gripping him as an orgasm shoots through me.
Enzo lays his head on my shoulders, guttural groans escaping his lips as he cums, his hips moving of their own volition as the warmth of his seed coats my insides.
12
Enzo
It’s been three months since I began my relationship with Kelly. I have become very wrapped up with her, although she still hasn’t stopped dating other men as I hoped would’ve happened by now. Although I have dated a lot of women, there’s never been anyone like Kelly before. I’m utterly fascinated by her. Obsessed even, although the thought doesn’t incite the panic it should’ve.
My every waking moment begins with thoughts of her. I want to spend all of my time with her. I’ve never been this happy with anyone else, yet the fact she still goes on dates with other men drives me insane.
I roll in bed, utterly annoyed. I have proved to be better at everything she fancies about every single one. I should be the only one in her life. So why aren’t I? There’s none more deserving of her complete attention than I am.
I place my hands below my head, looking up at the ceiling as I listen to the sound of water hitting the floor in her bathroom. My cock stirs as I remember the last time we were in the shower together, my knees buckling as her mouth pleasured me. Her body writhed in my arms as I fucked her against the transparent glass of her bathroom.
A groan escapes my lips. Even in sex, she’s the best I’ve ever had. The sound of her moans is a constant music in my ears following me even in my dreams. I stroke my stiffening cock. Perhaps I should join her. I let go of my now fully hardened member and rolled to her side of the bed. The tropical aroma of her shampoo hits my nose; I detect the smell of coconuts.
Her phone rings on the nightstand; a notification pops in. I look at the closed shower doors and do something I’ve never done. I pick up her phone and take a screenshot of the numbers of her other boyfriends, quickly sending them to me, before deleting any evidence.
I place her phone back on the nightstand and roll to my side of the bed just as the bathroom door opens, and she walks out, a towel wrapped around her waist and one around her hair.
“Hey,” she says, applying lotion to her skin. “Do you want to take a shower next?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. I’ll probably take a shower back at mine.”
“Okay,” her brow furrows as she pauses. “Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”
“I wish I didn’t have to, but I have work that needs my attention,” I say, already getting up to my feet. “I will see you later.”
I put on my clothes and kissed her on the cheeks. Guilt eats at me as I make my way out the door, but I steel myself against the unwelcome emotion. I’m only doing what’s necessary for the survival of our relationship.
Kelly might be too proud to admit she’s come to like me as much as I like her, but it doesn’t mean things have to go the way they are. I will talk to the other men and make them see reason. I drive off, parking a little way off where I’m certain she won’t see me if she looks out her window or decides to go out, before pulling out my phone. I save all the numbers on my phone and send a broadcast message to all of them.
Me: This is Kelly Jones’ boyfriend. I know you’re in a relationship with my girlfriend, but you need to back off.
I press send before I can change my mind. It feels a little pathetic going behind her back like this to warn the other men off, but she has left me no other choice. They need to know they’re crossing boundaries. My phone beeps, and a notification comes in. I look down at it to see it’s a message from one of the guys.
Reese: Um- who the hell are you?
Me: I said I’m Kelly’s boyfriend. You need to leave her alone.
Reese: You still haven’t answered my question.
I look at the text. Although I don’t care to share my identify with the man for many reasons, a part of me wants to do so, so he can know what he’s up against.
Reese: Wait, are you the one I met at the cafe the other day? She’s still with you?
Me: What’s that supposed to mean?
Reese: Clearly, it has to be you. You’re the only new face among us.
