Lorenzo Beretta (Unseen Underground 1)

I needed more.

“Who said I wasn’t going to finish it?”

Ma’s footsteps echoed as she walked across the kitchen, and one quick look her way had me witnessing the smile on her face. She was seeing a side to Lorenzo I had no doubt she’d never seen before, but I didn’t have time to overthink it as she exited the kitchen, leaving Lorenzo and me all alone.

“Aida,” he warned, halting in front of me and placing both of his hands on the counter behind me.

“What?” I asked, meeting his stare and seeing the roaring fire in his eyes. He wanted this just as much as I did, so I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t wait for him to plant his lips on me. I dived for him, our lips connecting like magnets.

His hands came to my waist, yanking me closer to him, and I went without question. His cock pressed against me, and I reached down, pressing my palm along it over his pants.

“Fuck,” he ground out, pulling his face away from mine. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, his eyes turning so dark they were nearly black. Neither of us said a word, the only sounds in the room our gasps for air.

And then he was on me, picking me up like I weighed the same as a feather. I wrapped my legs around his waist, tilting my hips so I could rock my core against his cock. He faltered at the move, pausing in the foyer, and I spotted his office door wide open. Voices came from inside, and for a second, I wondered if he was going to realize he was busy.

But he didn’t. He simply took the stairs two at a time and headed right for his bedroom. The door swung open and slammed closed behind us. I registered that the sofa that used to be pressed up against the wall was gone, and in its place was a dresser.

I opened my mouth to ask him about it, but I didn’t get the chance because I was flying in the air, my back hitting the bed. “Umph.” I blinked, trying to get my bearings, but Lorenzo was already back on me, yanking down my leggings and panties in one smooth movement.

He slithered up to me, grasping the bottom of my top with both hands, then yanking at it. The material ripped, exposing my bare chest to him. “Fuck,” he groaned out. “Had I known you were wearing nothing underneath that, I would have come in here sooner.”

“I never wear a bra at home.” I gasped, trying to keep up with him as he slid back down my body and to the floor. “What are you doing?”

His lips lifted up into his telltale smirk, his hands pressed again

st my thighs, and then he parted them. “I’m taking what’s mine.” He dove between my legs, dragging his tongue up my slit, and it took all of my strength not to squeeze my legs together from the onslaught.

I moaned, gripping on to the sheets. “Lorenzo.” I lifted my hips higher, needing… “More.”

His fingers dug into my thighs, yanking me closer and lifting my ass off the bed. He took my clit into his mouth, sucking on it so hard I was scared I’d combust right there and then. The tip of his tongue flicked the bundle of nerves over and over again, and I reached my hand out to grab his hair. I pushed my fingers through it, jerking my hips into his face, not having a care in the world what I sounded or looked like.

Only Lorenzo managed to have me losing all of my inhibitions.

He slipped one finger inside me, swirling his tongue around and lapping me up like he couldn’t get enough of me. His second finger had me squirming even more, and when I looked down, I groaned. His gaze met mine, the dark and broody stare mixed with him sucking on my clit one last time making me shoot off like a firework.

One hand gripped on to his hair, the other to the sheets. I didn’t look away from him as my clit pulsated, relishing in the best damn feeling washing through my body.

“I could watch that all day long,” he gritted out, his voice deeper than usual. Slowly, I let go of his hair, my fingers numb. I was sated, more than I ever had been. His long fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, his tongue licking his lips and lapping up the leftover juices. “Tastes like heaven,” he murmured, yanking his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. His slacks were next; his cock springing free. My breaths turned to pants at the sight of him, his tan skin glistening.

He crawled over me like a lion stalking its prey, each of his muscles pulsating at his movements. My legs opened automatically, calling him to me silently. I gasped as his cock lined up at my entrance, but he didn’t push any farther. He just stayed there, staring down at me.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, placing his hand on the side of my face. I felt my cheeks heat at his attention, but I soaked it in, needing this side of him just as much as I wanted his asshole side. There were so many versions of Lorenzo, and I wanted to get to know them all. I wanted to see parts of him that he kept hidden from everyone else. And I knew that was what this was—a side he kept secret, just for me.

His hips moved forward, his cock pushing through my entrance. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch each of his reactions, and when his eyes closed, a moan vibrating from his throat, I let mine close too.

Slowly, he pushed in and out, relishing in it, in me, and I was doing the same. It was so different from the first time we’d been on this bed. We knew each other better. We were starting to understand each other.

I couldn’t take his slow rhythm, though. I needed more. More of this. More of him. So, I slammed my hands on his chest, causing his eyes to pop open. A frown appeared on his face, but I didn’t explain as I pushed him off me. I knelt at the side of him, threw one leg over him, then lined his cock back up at my entrance.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as I lowered onto him. His hands grasped my hips, his body lifting so our faces were level, and for the first time, I took control. I rocked my hips, planting my hands on his shoulders for traction as I slipped him out and back in again.

His cock pinched the sides of my walls. I savored the slight pain mixed with the pleasure, but I lost my rhythm when his head dipped, his mouth taking my nipple into his mouth. He stood, banding his arms around my entire body, and popped my nipple out.

“My turn.” He grinned, moving us away from the bed. My back hit a wall, his forehead pressed against mine, but he didn’t let me go as he pounded into me.

“Yes,” I gritted out, letting my head fall back. He didn’t stop his relentless pounding, not when my second orgasm slammed through me, and not when my body sagged, not sure it was able to take anymore.

I rested my face on his shoulder, moaning as he pumped in and out of me. I tensed around him, felt him pulsate, and then he stilled, a growl escaping his throat as he emptied inside me.