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“That’s it, come for me baby,” he says. “Give it to me.”
My body explodes, the orgasm starting in my core and shooting out. My body gives, but he pulls on the cord and I can’t collapse like I want to. He thrusts even faster, even harder, and my orgasm crescendos when he follows me into the rubble of my explosion.
When he lets go of the cords, the strands fall onto my back and I collapse into the mattress. I can feel that my breath is erratic, but I’m comforted when I hear that his matches.
We stay just like that for a few moments, bringing our bodies down to earth and our breaths back to normal. When he pulls out of me, I feel the loss not just in my pussy, but in my chest.
He collapses on the bed next to me, and I turn to look at him. But I see nothing, because the pillowcase is still blocking my sight. Lorenzo chuckles before he unties the knot at the back of my head, letting it drop onto the bed in front of me.
Our eyes lock instantly, and I search his for… something. I’m afraid to name what. It seems like he’s searching mine with the same intensity, and my heart speeds up despite my settling breath.
“That was…” he starts.
“Fun?”
He smirks. “Very.”
It’s too dark for me to see if there’s a twinkle in his eyes. As my orgasm floats away, I become more aware of the physical world around me. My ass is covered in goosebumps from the mixture of sweat and cold air now that his body isn’t touching it. I shift my hips and take in Lorenzo’s naked body, his shoulders lean and broad.
I stare at his tattoo again, then roam lower to his chest and abdomen, soaking it all in. I want to memorize the man who gave me the best orgasm of my life.
The music downstairs changes, and I jump onto my hands. The string of lights fall off my back and I pull them off my neck.
“Shit! We need to get dressed,” I whisper, the reminder of the party—and more importantly, where it is—causing panic to flood me.
“No one’s coming, princess,” he murmurs, resting lazily on the bed. Ignoring him, I jump off and pull my panties up, then fix my bra. Locating my dress, I toss it on.
“You can do whatever you want, but I’m leaving.” I can’t think past the rush to get out of here. I need to get back to safety, where I can’t be caught doing things I shouldn’t be.
For more reasons than one.
“I’m going, I’m going,” he says in a mock irritated voice while he scoots off the bed. He picks up his boxers and pants, pulling them on. “You know, I think I like you better with my cock inside you and that cord around your neck.”
Ouch. I grab his shirt and toss it to him, then shake out the pillowcase and put the pillow back in it. As I place it meticulously on the bed, trying to remember exactly how it looked, Lorenzo pulls on my arm.
“I’m only joking.” He stares at me until I meet his gaze, and I see nothing but sincerity. I break the contact and finish replacing the pillow, then glance down at my feet.
In all the excitement, I didn’t even realize my heels were on the whole time. Lorenzo sits on the bed to put his shoes back on, and I stand awkwardly to the side of the bed.
“I’ll go out first, so there’s no suspicion,” I say, jumping into strategy.
“It’ll be fine, no one’s going to notice. I can drive you home.”
“Oh. Okay,” I say, feeling like his words are a dismissal.
“Unless you don’t want to return to Felix and Friends?”
It does silly things to my heart that he remembers what I wanted. “Yeah, I do. Thanks.”
He smiles, and I force myself to look away so the dumb part of me that is prepared to fall head over heels for this guy won’t. Once his shoes are back on, he takes my face in his hands and places a featherlight kiss on my forehead.
He pulls away before I can react, opening the bedroom door and holding it open for me. I scan the room one last time, then rush to put the lights back into the box and return them to the closet. I give Lorenzo a stern look but he only shrugs, as if leaving evidence won’t do anything to implicate us.
I stomp out of the room, then force myself to stop because we need to be quiet. We travel down the stairs and I head straight for the exit, refusing to psych myself out by looking at the party. It seems to be in full swing, an electronic dance version of “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” blaring through the speakers, mixing with the sound of talk and laughter.
The cold air whips at my skin when I open the door, but I hurry down the porch steps to the lawn. All the cars are parked along the street, and I have no idea what car belongs to Lorenzo. He comes out of the house a moment later, sidling up next to me.
“The black Audi down there is mine.” My eyes follow his finger pointing to an all black, two door Audi A5. The tints are black, the rims are black, even the headlights seem to be covered with a tinted plate. The car shines under the street light, looking as though it was freshly waxed today. My mouth falls open but I quickly shut it due to the frigid temperature.
