"Did you just call me an asshole?"
"You shoved a fist full of snow in my face at point blank range. Asshole."
He hobbles up next to me as we take the quick walk back to his parents condo, trying to shake off as much as we can before we head inside. We unzip our jackets, shaking them out and pound our boots before walking along the pristine marble lobby floor to the elevators.
We strip down to our leggings and long sleeve shirts outside the condo door as Soraya opens it.
"I don't want to know," she says with a laugh, reaching for our soaked clothes.
"She called you a bitch. I had to defend your honor, Ma."
I gasp, slapping Lorenzo in the back of the head.
"I did not! I said son of a...well you know what I meant, you asshole," I whisper yell through gritted teeth.
Soraya laughs, eyeing us both as we walk down the hallway to the bathroom.
"You can take the master bathroom. There should be towels under the cabinet in there," Lorenzo instructs.
"Thanks," I say softly, smiling at him. "Thank you for this. I probably got frostbite but that was a lot of fun."
"Anything to see that smile."
He cups my cheek, pulling my bottom lip down and I close my eyes, waiting for his kiss but it never comes. He drops his hand, giving me another smile as he turns and walks down the hall. I sigh, knowing if he's respecting my friendship boundaries then why the hell did he kiss me outside? The bigger question is, how do I tell my body I don't want him to do it again when I do. I really, really do.
Shit.
“Want to watch a movie?”
Lorenzo stands in the doorway of my bedroom, his arms folded over his chest in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts.
I nod, moving over in the bed for him to lay next to me and he walks in without shutting the door behind him.
Phew. If I had to ward him off of me tonight, that was not happening.
He plops down next to me, causing the bed to dip and I laugh, falling into him, my hand bracing against his chest. His musky scent flows into my nostrils, down my arms and causes my fingertips to tingle. I fist his shirt, closing my eyes as I inhale him deeper, telling myself I’ll let him go in just a second, after I get my fill. I don’t. I shamelessly keep sniffing him until I’m on my back, Lorenzo hovering above me.
“I was actually coming in here to watch a movie, to be a good guy, a good friend like you want me to be. Why do you push me, Jenna?”
“I...I don’t mean to,” I breathlessly respond.
“What do you want? Because I sure as fuck know what I want but I can’t figure you out for the life of me.”
I close my eyes, shaking my head because I want that too. I want him. Can I have him? If I keep it just sex I can have him. Right?
“You,” I whisper. “I want you to...fuck me.”
"That's it? You just want me to fuck you?"
No.
"Yes."
“Why?”
His question surprises me as I open my eyes, staring a hole into his big brown orbs. I furrow my brows, unsure of the answer he’s looking for.
“Why? I...because I can't give you anything else right now. Because you make me feel good and I trust you and I—oh holy fuckkk,” I gasp, feeling Lorenzo’s fingers spread my lips apart underneath my pajama bottoms.
“Then what kind of friend would I be if I denied you?”
He scrambles off the bed, shutting and locking the door as he quickly strips down to nothing except skin. Sweaty, slick, flawless skin covers corded veins, bulging muscles and his rock hard shaft, bobbing between his legs. I see his balls hanging low between his thick thighs and with each step, they pull tighter to his body.
“I want your balls in my mouth,” I blurt out, suddenly salivating to pleasure him beyond belief. God, what the fuck? Who says that?
I open my mouth to back track but then I hear his groan, watch his eyes close as he slowly kneels onto the bed, crawling up my body.
“Do you want to set the pace or me, J?”
“Y-you. You set the pace.”
He nods, crawling higher and higher until he’s straddling my face and he drops down, his balls pressing against my lips.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Darting my tongue out, I slowly taste him. He groans, holding his shaft up with his tight fist as he starts to jerk himself off, twitching against my mouth. I crane my neck up, sucking one of his balls into my mouth, running my tongue around into a circle then popping it out, doing the same to the other.
“Put them both in your mouth,” Lorenzo gasps, his fist tightening on his shaft as he strokes himself faster and faster.
I nod, reaching my hands around his thighs as I cup his balls in the palm of my hands. They’re soft as I cradle them, then I slowly open my mouth wide, fitting them both inside. I panic for a second, unable to breathe but Lorenzo runs a hand down the side of my cheek, relaxing me. I suck in air through my nose as I start to relax, running my tongue in between both of his balls, back and forth until I hear him curse with a grunt.
In seconds, my mouth is empty as I’m flipped on top of him, my thong and pajama bottoms ripped off my body. His strong hands pull me around to straddle his face as my face hovers over his erection. I take his shaft in my hand, spitting on the tip as I pump him a few times before sinking my mouth all the way down on him, and the first touch of his tongue against my slit has me gasping around his cock.
“Shit,” I breathe around his shaft, pulling off him for a second to catch my breath.
I continue to stroke him, gripping the base of him hard as my hand easily slides up and down his slick skin. Warm tingles fire up and down my body and my fist tightens around him in response.
“Fuck, Jenna, that feels so good,” I hear him mumble against my swollen clit.
“S-so does...that,” I reply in between pants.
I continue to stroke him, grabbing him tighter when his tongue slips inside me and his thumb presses against my clit. I try to concentrate on pleasuring him but his tongue is maddening against my wanton flesh.
I’m close, so fucking close as I drop my cheek to his upper thigh, pressing my lips to the side of his shaft and ride his face, feeling my body start to detonate.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, gripping the base of him harder, sucking against his shaft, running my tongue up and down, trying to mimic the pleasure he’s assaulting me with.
Too soon my legs shake around his head, my nails dig into his upper thighs and I sigh, coming down off my cloud. I take a few deep breaths, getting my composure as I go back at him, sinking my mouth down as far as I can go. My lips press against his lower stomach as I feel my throat give out, gagging around him and he hisses.
“Almost, Jenna. I’m almost there.”
I do it again, this time, relaxing my throat to keep from gagging again. Up and down I bob my head, faster and faster as I grip his base and squeeze, pumping my hand just as fast as my mouth.
“I’m gonna come.”
I nod, jerking him off into my mouth and feel strings of salty stickiness envelope my tongue. I swallow a few times as he pumps his hips up, his jerky movements stirring me to life again before I drop to the bed with exhaustion next to him.
I crawl around, laying my head on his bare chest, realizing I’m still wearing my shirt as he’s fully naked. I laugh, shaking my head as I run my finger along the ridges of his abs.
“Couldn’t even get me naked, Balboa?”
“I’m sorry,” he rasps.
I laugh again, shaking my head.
“You have absolutely nothin’ to be sorry for. That was amazin’. Best Christmas gift I ever got.”
“Oh, that reminds me.”
He gingerly lifts me off his body, putting his t-shirt and shorts back on as he unlocks the door and leaves.
“What the hell?” I whisper with confusion.
He comes back a few minutes later with a small box covered in green and gold wrapping paper.
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��Wanted to give this to you when it was just us. I didn’t want any nosy questions.”
I look up at him, my mouth agape as I open the box and gasp at what’s inside.
“Lorenzo, I can’t. Why did y’all get me all of these presents and I didn’t get anything for you. This is...this is…”
“To show you that this friendship is forever, Jenna. No matter where our careers take us, whether that's together or seperate or a little bit of both, our lives are connected."
I look down at the beautiful gold chain, two small rings interlocked in the middle and I try and hold back my tears. I haven't felt like I belonged anywhere for a very, very long time and right now, sitting with Lorenzo, spending the past few days with his family, I believe that I belong here. Every muscle in my brain is telling me to fight it, reminding me of what happens but my heart is stronger tonight.
I turn around, giving him my back as I hold the box out to him, silently asking him to fasten it around my neck. Big, warm tears slide down my cheeks as I feel his soft fingers gingerly place the necklace around my neck and hook it.
His fingers slowly move up my neck, to my cheek, brushing my tears away as he turns my face to look at him.
We don't speak, just stare at each other, knowing that what we have is so much more than what we did this past week. I ignore my brain again, still trying to take control but not tonight. Tonight I am going to give in, tonight I am going to pretend that things can be different between us even though I know in my heart it can't.
I lift my arms above my head and Lorenzo gives me that side smirk, lifting my pajama shirt above my head and tossing it to the side of the bed. He does the same, lifting his muscular arms in the air and I laugh, struggling to take his t-shirt off his massive frame.
He cups my cheek, dropping me to the bed as he engulfs my mouth in a searing kiss, leaving me breathless.
He doesn't say a word as he easily slides inside my body, just as easily as he's slid into my heart and I let out a contented sigh.
"Lorenzo…"
His name comes off my lips in a breathless moan, silently begging him to make me feel so good I’ll never be able to forget it. He answers, lazily rocking in and out of my body, each time hitting every single spot begging for attention.
"Yesss," I hiss.
"Mmm, Jenna. I can never have you enough. This, right here...."
I nod, knowing exactly how he feels and grip his bare back and neck, running my fingers through his hair.
"Keep goin'. Don't stop, Enzo. Please don't stop."
He groans, framing my face between his arms as his lips hover above my own, his hot breath against my lips causing my body to buck up against him.
"Yes, yes, yes," I chant. "Right there."
I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist and squeeze my thighs as he presses his lips to my own, panting against my mouth. I'll never get enough of his kisses. The way his lips frame my own, the perfect amount of pressure he puts to get me to open up.
"Where am I coming?" he gasps, picking up the pace of his thrusting.
"Inside me. Now. I'm right there with you."
He nods, putting a hand underneath my bare ass as he grips me and empties himself inside me, causing my body to convulse around him. Our bodies flinch at the sensitivity and our breathing slowly evens out as Lorenzo collapses on top of me.
"Can you...stay?" I whisper, playing with the long strands of his brown hair that curl over his sweaty forehead.
He doesn't answer, just nods as he drops down beside me and wraps an arm around my stomach, pulling me in close as we both fall asleep.
A knocking on the door causes me to stir, warm strong arms tighten around my naked body and I sigh.
"Mmmm."
"Sleep well?" Lorenzo asks, nuzzling into my hair from behind me.
"Very."
I turn in his arms to face him, cupping his cheek as he rolls on top of me and devours my mouth. I should stop this. It shouldn't continue from last night and I will...right after this.
"Breakfast is ready," says a voice from the door and they knock again.
I freeze as Lorenzo stops kissing me and groans, rolling off the bed.
"The jig is up. He probably saw my empty bedroom. I'll sneak out and meet you out there." Lorenzo kisses me on the cheek quickly as he rolls off the bed, pulling on his shorts and t-shirt from last night and slips out of the room.
I exhale, fisting the sheets against my naked body and take a few seconds to compose myself.
Standing, I move to my suitcase and put on a change of clothes, twisting my hair into a bun and walk out to the kitchen.
Conversation stops as I enter, four pairs of eyes on me and I instantly connect with Lorenzo's as he gives me a smile.
"Morning, sleeping beauty."
"Mornin'."
I blush, taking a seat at the kitchen island and try to avoid curious eyes as I reach for the coffee mug Lorenzo pushes toward me.
"Sleep okay?" Chloe asks.
I look up at her knowing smile, her lips pressed together as she arches an eyebrow.
"I...yes, I slept...amazin'."
I don't look at Lorenzo but feel my cheeks heat, looking down at my coffee again.
"Sounded amazing," Chloe mumbles.
"Piss off, Chlo," Lorenzo snaps.
"Hey, hey, good for you guys. At least someone is getting some."
She holds her hands up in defense and I open my mouth but close it quickly, feeling the embarrassment take hold of my voice.
"Chlo, that was me. You know I get a little...loud after I have too much wine," Soraya says with a smirk, reaching over to Graham and wrapping a hand around his neck, launching at his lips.
I exhale, mouthing a "thank you" to Soraya when she comes up for air. She gives me a wink, wiping at her lips before she stands, pouring herself another mug of coffee.
A phone buzzes next to Chloe as she swipes it off the counter and scrambles out of the kitchen to answer it.
"So how about them Giants this year, huh?" Graham says, slapping Lorenzo on the back.
They get sucked into football talk as Soraya comes up next to me with the coffee pot motioning to me and I nod.
"Thank you."
She tops off my mug, and takes the seat next to me and I feel her eyes on me.
"I'm...I didn't mean to disrespect y'all last night. That...that wasn't planned and it shouldn't have happened," I say to her softly.
Soraya laughs, putting a hand on my forearm and squeezes.
"Jenna, if there's one thing you'll learn about this family it's that we don't judge. I think my tit pic getting accidentally sent to my son takes the cake, so please don't be embarrassed."
I let out a laugh, shaking my head as I cover her hand with my own.
"I had a great time these past few days. Thank you for everything. If y'all are ever in Nashville, I'd love to repay the favor."
"It's always been on my list, I may take you up on that."
I nod, smiling at her as Lorenzo puts his hand on my back, causing my heart to flutter.
"Ready to go? Don't want to be late for your flight."
"Yep. Thank you both for your hospitality and enjoy the new year."
I hug Graham and then Soraya, walking to my bedroom as Lorenzo grabs my bags and we head to the foyer.
"Oh, you guys are leaving?" Chloe asks, putting her phone in her back pocket.
"Yeah. My flight is in a few hours. It was great to meet you, Chloe "
"Likewise, Jenna. Remember what I said."
She winks at me and I laugh, shaking my head as we hug and say our goodbyes.
We walk out to the elevator, Lorenzo's hand on the small of my back and I can't help but feel like my heart is getting left behind.
"Ready to get home?" Lorenzo asks with a smile.
"Y-yeah."
I try and muster up a smile back but it's forced and sad and I hate to admit that I'm so far from ready to go home, but I know I have to.
Chapter 12
Lorenzo
As I pull my car to the curbside and get out, helping Jenna with her bags, I'm hit with a wave of...sadness.
I'm going to fucking miss her. Spending an entire weekend with her, inside her, then seeing her with my family, I can't help but think she belongs there. She belongs with me.
"Well, I gotta get goin'." I shake my head, breaking myself out of those thoughts and smile at her. "Thank you so much for...everything."
I don't miss the pink tint to her cheeks and I walk forward, cupping them. Her skin is on fire and when I look into those gorgeous bright eyes, those are ablaze too.
"I'm going to miss you, Jenna."
"I'm only gonna be a phone call away."
I sense sadness in her tone but she quickly hides any traces of it with one of her smiles.
"Text me when you land and then when you get back home, okay?"
She nods, trying to pull away but I move her face back to me and kiss her. I shouldn't have, we agreed to keep what happened between us to just the weekend but this is still technically the same, right?
She's stiff at first, knowing she wants to kiss me back but ignoring her body's desires. My fingers lace in the back of her hair, deepening the kiss and that's when I feel it. She shudders against me, dropping her bag to the floor and wraps her hands around my neck like she’ll be swept away if she isn't holding onto me.
She kisses with her entire heart and I know she's giving me everything because she thinks this is going to be the last one. It's not. It can't be. I knew it this entire year but now being with her face to face, I can't deny that I have feelings for her, feelings that sure as fuck aren't going away.
A loud honk causes us both to flinch and pull away and Jenna ducks her head, hiding her smirk as she wipes at her lips with the back of her hand.
"I...I'll touch base with you later, okay?"
Her eyes pull to mine and I nod, putting my hand up to wave as she grabs her luggage and strolls inside.
"Safe flight!"
She turns one last time to me and smiles, giving me a wave and then she's gone.
I stand on the sidewalk, staring, hating the feeling of a piece of me disappearing with her. Cursing, yelling and honking break me out of my trance as I see the line of cars waiting to drop people off and I run back to my car, waving my hands.
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