Bestselling Bastard : A Hero Club Novel

by Nicole Rodrigues

  Chapter 6

  Jenna

  “Why are you tryin’ to steer us into another sex scene?” I groan, looking at my laptop screen as I down the rest of my wine glass.

  “I’m not doing anything, it’s Parker! Damn guy’s a scoundrel,” Lorenzo slurs, taking the almost empty bottle of wine off the kitchen island and downing it.

  I giggle, trying to hold back my snorting laughter as I realize how buzzed I actually am. After the arcade, we brought back lunch and pounded out another 10,000 words in our manuscript. Venturing off to our respectable bedrooms and trying to minimize my time with Lorenzo, I opted for a bath and nap. I awoke to loud Italian music in the kitchen and the smell of garlic.

  Lorenzo looked at home in the kitchen, a bright red apron around his body as he fried up chicken cutlets, made sauce from scratch and polished the meal off with garlic bread and spaghetti. Looking around at the island now, two empty bottles of wine sit on the counter and Lorenzo reaches for another one, popping the cork before refilling both of our glasses.

  “Fine, but I think she needs to be more reluctant this time. You’re makin’ her too easy. No woman would fall into bed with a man like Parker after the way he talks to her,” I sass, taking a big swig from my wine glass.

  “Oh yeah? And how would he convince her?”

  I slowly raise my gaze, realizing Lorenzo didn’t walk back to his side of the island and I see his brown eyes darken as he follows the movement of my tongue along my bottom lip, savoring the bitter taste of the red wine.

  “I...I’m not sure,” I whisper.

  “I think…” He walks closer to me, pressing a palm to the counter on one side of me as he leans his other palm on the other side, caging me in. “He needs to make her lose her breath…”

  I gulp, closing my eyes for a second to make sure I don’t lose my own breath and pass out. I suck in some air through my nostrils, in and out until I feel more settled.

  “L-losin’ her breath will...will make her...faint, no?”

  “Then he can give her mouth to mouth to revive her,” he whispers against my heated cheek.

  I try and suppress a moan when my treacherous body leans into his, my palm coming out to his bicep to steady me.

  “Enzo, I’m too buzzed for this. I can’t write sex right now because—”

  “Because then you’re going to want to make it a reality?”

  My eyes snap open as my mouth drops but no words come out. I try to tell him he’s wrong but my body knows it’s true and it can’t lie, not to Lorenzo.

  “I want to try something with you. Follow me. Bring your laptop.”

  Too soon he pulls away from me, giving me his back as he walks into the living room and lays flat on the couch, putting his arms behind his head. I furrow my brows with confusion, grabbing my laptop as I follow him, standing next to the couch, unsure what comes next.

  “Now what?”

  “Sit on my lap and type out what you feel.”

  “What?” I squeak, “That's insane! I ain’t doin’ that.”

  I violently shake my head even though inside, my body is screaming for me to sit my ass down on this couch and do what he says.

  “Why? It's authentic as fuck. Do it.”

  I sigh, closing the distance between us and slowly straddle his hips on the couch, putting my laptop on his chest. The white t-shirt does nothing to ease my desire as I can make out each ridge of his abs, my tongue itching to trace them.

  "What do you feel, Jenna?"

  His voice is meant to be seductive and it fucking is. I laugh with embarrassment to mask my desire and shake my head. Something stirs to life from underneath me and I push down my moan, commanding my hips to not move a goddamn muscle.

  "Your boner. I feel your boner. I can't do this, it's so weird."

  I try and scramble off his lap but he keeps me against him, his hands on my hips. I’ve never been shy with men, but none of them were Lorenzo Morgan. He knows things about me I’ve never divulged to anyone before and it makes me feel naked, even though I am very far from it. His soft palm against my cheek, his thumb pulling down my bottom lip stops me in my tracks and finally pulls out that moan that has pounded it’s way up my chest until it was allowed out.

  "When he looks into her eyes he knows why people chase a high. He was desperate, salivating for her warmth to be wrapped around him."

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  "Enzo…"

  My voice is just as breathy as his as I squeeze my legs together, my center painfully aching. I want this. I want him. I want him so fucking badly I think I might beg.

  “What do you feel?” he urges, now running a hand up my bare thigh.

  I close my eyes as my fingers hover over my keyboard and I try and concentrate on his words, on the movement of his hands as his other hand runs down my calf.

  “I...I feel...relaxed,” I whisper, slowly typing with my eyes still closed.

  “His fingers trace the softness of her skin, tracing every single goosebump and committing them to memory. Knowing the exact spots on her body that cause a shiver to run down her spine.”

  He keeps talking as I type, unsure what I’m even typing as his fingers creep higher and higher up my thigh, hovering between them.

  “He waits for permission, wanting so badly to slip his finger inside of her, delivering a pleasure to her that only she has given him.”

  I snap my eyes open, looking down at Lorenzo, unsure if this is still us writing or if he’s serious.

  “Enzo…”

  "Type, Jenna. Keep typing."

  I groan, biting my lip as I concentrate on every emotion running through my body. The silence in the room aside from our rapid breaths, the smell of my obvious desire slithering up in between us.

  My fingers glide along the keyboard without stopping, my hips moving instinctively as I picture the scene before my eyes. Slow, sensual movements as I would lean up and slip Lorenzo's cock inside me, inch by inch until I'm bucking wildly on his lap chasing my release.

  "Jenna."

  I snap my eyes open, closing and opening my mouth as I look down at Lorenzo and his cocky smirk.

  "Y-yeah?"

  "Pull my shorts down."

  "What?" I gasp.

  "Pull them down, pull your panties to the side and rub my cock against your clit. Make yourself come, Jenna. I can see the struggle on your face."

  "W-with my laptop still here?"

  I furrow my brows but he smiles, nodding his head. I'm still for a few minutes, wondering what the hell is happening when he lifts me, carefully pulls my pajama shorts and panties to the side, his own shorts down and pushes his slick head against my clit.

  “Oh holy fuck,” I sigh, dropping my palm to his chest, careful not to break my damn laptop. “Enzo! I…”

  “Feel, Jenna. I need you to relax for this to work.”

  “T-this is...fast, Lorenzo. This is...really, really fast.”

  I’m panting, my voice far from the determined demeanor I want to present because it sounds like I want this to never end...and I don’t. As fast as this is, Lorenzo and I have had this date for a long, long time. I can deny it all I want and I can regret this in the morning but he’s right about one thing: I’m struggling. I’m struggling to remember why I can’t do this with him, I’m struggling to write anything besides sex because every single time I try to, I have him on my mind and all of the filthy, dirty things I want to do to him, what I want him to do to me.

  As my mind is wrestling my body for control, Lorenzo pulls me out of the battle by slowly slipping a finger inside me, and I dig my nails into his chest, needing more than just his finger but knowing the more I take, the more I’ll want.

  “One finger won’t be enough, he thinks to himself. He wants it all. He wants to see his thick cock disappear into her tight pussy and he wants to hear the sounds that drip from her lips when he does.”

  “Lorenzo,” I gasp, feeling him stretch me with another finger as I start to shamelessly rock my h
ips against his hand.

  “Another slips inside her…”

  “Enzo...stop.”

  "She begged for him to stop.”

  I laugh, shaking my head as he pushes another finger inside me and I grit my teeth, slamming my laptop shut before I crack it in half as I lean forward.

  “I’m not kiddin’,” I mumble with a mix of a laugh and a moan, my request moot as I continue to rock my hips.

  “The sound of her laughter mixed with the wetness of her desire was music to his ears.”

  I laugh again, embarassment painting my cheeks because he’s right, I’m so fucking wet and it’s loud as hell.

  “I'm not kiddin’, Enzo just stop. You're ruinin’ the moment.”

  “Am I?”

  His smile fades as he cups my cheek with his other hand, slowing his movements inside me and I feel my walls clench around him, the tightening in my lower belly now creeping up to my heart. His eyes are clear now, void of the wine fog and I seriously wonder if I’m seeing things or if he really is looking at me the way he is.

  Desire. Want. Love. He brushes my hair out of my face, pushing it behind my ear and I shake my head.

  “No..I. I guess not,” I admit, loosening my grip on his chest and now soothing the marks I’m sure I made into his skin.

  “Put the laptop on the floor. Open the screen and record this,” he commands, breaking the moment.

  “What? I’m not makin’ a porn with you!”

  “Sound, Jenna. I think it’s good for our research if we can play back the sounds of this. If we don’t feel it, how will our readers?”

  I bite my lip, hating that I’m considering this as Lorenzo presses his bare cock against my clit again, moving his hips so perfectly, I feel myself start to unravel. I sigh, my body winning out over my brain as I get off his lap, open my laptop, clicking my microphone app and placing it on the coffee table to the left of us.

  I turn back around to face him as he leans up to sit on the couch now, reaching for my hand. I let him hold it, feeling the soft pad of his finger run over every single one of my knuckles.

  “I know I suck at this. My five second hand job and middle school attempt at fingering you were not my finest moments and neither is this. Fair warning, I’m about to eat the ever living fuck out of your pussy and then I am going to fuck you so quick and hard you won’t even have time to regret it. After though, I’m taking you to bed and I will worship your entire body until mine has been utterly depleted with absolutely nothing left to give. I promise you.”

  I silently nod as he slowly pulls my shirt up over my head and then my thong and shorts. I'm standing in front of him, fully naked, fully exposed but the urge to cover myself never comes. The look in his eyes as he takes me in from my toes to my head is sexy as fuck. He looks like he is about to destroy me and has not one damn apology to give.

  "You're fucking beautiful."

  He cups the side of my neck, pulling my face down to him and I watch his Adam’s Apple bob. That’s it. I quickly drop down, straddling his lap and then our lips crash together and nothing in this entire world could have prepared me for it. My chest aches, a deep seated burning takes over as my arms wrap around his neck, hoping to never ever let him go. I’m unsure if I’m dreaming this as I discreetly pinch the side of my neck, feeling it, feeling it all.

  I’m not dreaming. I’m kissing Lorenzo Morgan and when his tongue pushes against my lips for entrance, I let him. I know as soon as my eyes open tomorrow, I will regret every single moment of this but I don’t care. I kiss him, I take from him like I’m meant to, like I’m allowed to and I don’t look back.

  He moans into my mouth as I grab the base of him, pulling his cock up and down, brushing his wet head against my center. The sounds of our desires mesh together in the silence of the room before I line him up with my entrance and his hand wraps around my wrist to stop me.

  “I promised, Jenna. Come and sit on my face.”

  I try and shake my head, wanting him to just fill me already, but he’s stronger and determined and doesn’t want to hear it. He moves to lay down again, pulling on my arm, causing me to stumble forward as he wiggles underneath me, positioning my body above his face.

  “Lorenzo, you don’t have to—ohhhh.”

  Words are stolen from me as his hot, eager tongue envelops my throbbing pussy. Everything I ever thought I knew about pleasure wasn’t even close. I’ve never been that big of a fan of oral sex, but that’s because no one knew what the fuck they were doing.

  “Oh, holy shit,” I moan, leaning my body forward, pressing a palm to the couch next to Lorenzo’s head as my other hand grips his hair, running my fingers through his thick brown locks. “This...f-feels so good, Enzo. Please, don’t stop,” I pant, “P-please don’t...ever...stop.”

  My hips move with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth as he gives me every single thing he has and then more. I move my hand to his cheek, down to his chin as I feel my desire dripping down onto his neck. Something takes hold of me, something primal as I lift my finger, putting it into my mouth and the taste of myself, mixed with the bitter taste of wine causes me to growl and move my hips faster.

  The burning in my belly starts to simmer down my legs, my muscles tightening and protesting as my orgasm builds. Higher and higher I climb and a scream is ripped from my throat, causing my raspy cries to echo off the living room walls.

  “Lorenzo! God, yes, I’m...I’m…”

  “Come for me, Jenna,” he begs from beneath me, his voice muffled against my pussy and the vibrations from his deep voice does it.

  I fall, tumble and dive down to the deepest part of hell there is because that’s exactly where I’m going after tonight. I know the consequences of what we’re about to do but I don’t care right now. The devil on my shoulder is guiding me tonight and I am going to follow her to Lorenzo’s bed and not look back until the morning.

  Within seconds, I’m lifted in the air, my legs wrapping around Lorenzo’s waist as he stumbles out of the living room, knocking over an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, his ankles buckling, restrained by his shorts. He kicks them off as I giggle, tightening my grip around his neck, squeezing my thighs around his waist. He quickly walks us down the hall as fast as he can as I press kisses up and down his neck, nibbling before biting down hard, causing him to groan.

  I don’t see it coming as he pushes my back into the hallway wall and his thick shaft slams inside me, raw and punishing and I scream into the crook of his neck.

  “Godddddddd.”

  “Fuck, Jenna, I’m sorry. I can’t...control this,” he groans, his voice shaking as I feel him try desperately to take it slow.

  Fuck. That.

  If I wanted slow I would have never lit this match. I want fast. I want hard. I want Lorenzo to destroy me because I know this can only happen once. Simply put: I want to be fucked.

  “Don’t,” I whisper, cupping his cheek as my body struggles to adjust to his size. I wriggle around, trying to ease the sting and after a few seconds it subsides. “Don’t control it. Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

  That was it. The permission he needed to give me everything he wants and more. His feet plant hard against the oak floor and then he’s lost, pistoning into me with no abandonment, no rhythm, just animalistic hunger dripping from his pores and I welcome it with open arms. I hang on, gripping his neck tighter as my lips assault his neck and shoulders, his cheeks, biting his earlobe, his lips, feeling my own control slip as he grabs my ass hard and runs us the rest of the way down the hallway to his bedroom.

  As soon as my back hits the mattress and his cock slides deeper than anyone has ever been before, I cry out, tears stinging the back of my eyes as our bodies slap loudly against one another. My head is fuzzy and I want to blame it on the wine but it’s him. Day in and day out the past year I can’t even count on my fingers and toes how many times I pictured this exact moment.

  Would Lorenzo be a gentle lover? Would he shower me with hours of foreplay bef
ore he slowly fucked me to sleep? Would he growl when he came? Would he whisper filthy promises in my ear? Would he drag it out, slow torturous thrusts until I was begging for a release? Never in those dreams did I picture this...this...beast.

  “Lorenzo!” I squeal, feeling myself falling again, gripping his bicep.

  “I’m gonna come, Jenna. Fuck you feel so fucking good. You feel so fucking good,” he grits through his teeth.

  His pace picks up, an inhuman pace as he arches back and my walls clench around him as he lets out a beastly grunt.

  I follow, my moan barely audible as my voice is completely raw and gone.

  Raw. Before I can register it, my eyes are too heavy to keep open, my body falling into a blissful sleep as something soft and warm touches my cheek.

  “Sleep, my girl. Sleep.”

  Chapter 7

  Lorenzo

  I sit on the edge of the bed, watching her bare back rise and fall, the movement luring me into a state of relaxation I never want to come out of.

  We crossed the line and I know for a fact the first thing she is going to feel when she opens her eyes is regret. I won't let her. I know about her past, I know her parents both abandoned her and she thinks the people she loves most will always leave but I fucking won’t. Whatever it takes her to see that, I'm all in.

  We've had the emotional connection all year and if last night was any indication, we have the physical one in fucking spades.

  I sip my coffee, hoping the smell will rouse her and in a few minutes, I realize it’s not going to. I get off the bed, throw on some shorts and head down the hall to the kitchen. Rummaging around with the frying pans, I take one out and two bowls to make some french toast.

  I’m cracking the eggs in one bowl, mixing the cinnamon and sugar in the other when my phone rings on the counter. The sound is foreign, having not even turned it on since we got here, I don’t remember turning it on at all actually.

  My father’s name rolls across the screen and I answer it, sliding my fingers as I cradle the phone between my cheek and shoulder, continuing with breakfast.

  “Hey dad, what’s going on?”