Flattening my hands against his shoulders, I tensed, ready to push his imposing form away from me as I felt the bulging pressure of his head against my most intimate part. But before I could react, he abruptly stopped, his sudden change surprising me.
"What the fuck do you want?" His voice was harsh, cutting through the charged atmosphere like a blade, and I trembled, but not in a way that signaled pleasure.
Caught off guard by his outburst, I recoiled slightly, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. His words hung heavy in the air, a harsh contrast to the heated atmosphere that had enveloped us moments before.
It took me a moment to register that his anger wasn't directed at me, but at the figure standing behind him.
Flushed with embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position with a stranger, I squirmed, desperate to release myself from his grasp. Yet, my futile attempts only seemed to fuel his desire, intensifying the friction between us as I unwittingly pressed against his arousal.
I couldn't help but wonder how we had found ourselves in such a situation, teetering on the edge of both pleasure and disgrace.
"Stop squirming, unless you want to be fucked while he's here," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of restraint, as if he were hanging on by a thread of control.
His words struck me like a lightning bolt, igniting a mixture of fear and excitement within me. I froze, my movements ceasing as the gravity of his threat sank in.
Beneath his looming form, I felt a surge of relief that my nakedness was shielded from the prying eyes of whoever stood behind him. His large body provided a protective barrier, providing a thin veil of privacy in the midst of our indiscretion. But even as relief washed over me, I couldn't shake the nagging sense of vulnerability that lingered just beneath the surface, a reminder of the precariousness of our situation.
"Vaffanculo," he grunted, the Italian expletive slipping from his lips like a curse. (fuck off )
The man took off without a second glance, disappearing into the crowd. I felt a surge of relief wash over me.
"Here and now isn't the right time," he muttered, his words tinged with a hint of resignation, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as me. But even as he spoke, the lingering desire between us crackled in the air like electricity, refusing to be extinguished.
"Where's the pleasure in fucking you if I can't hear you scream my name," he breathed, his voice low and husky with need, his grip tightening on my ass as if to emphasize his point.
"When I fuck you—and I will fuck you, gattino," his voice dripped with a potent blend of lust and dominance, sending a thrill down my spine. "There are only going to be two rules," he continued, his breath hot against my ear.
My heart raced in anticipation as I waited, hanging on his every word, knowing that whatever followed would bind us together in ways I could scarcely imagine.
"One, there will be no condoms," he stated firmly, his declaration sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could only nod in response, my voice caught in my throat, the intensity of his gaze leaving me unable to form coherent words.
Fear mingled with desire as I dared not speak, afraid that any sound escaping my lips would betray the longing that coursed through me.
"Two," his hot breath fanned against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Don't you dare fucking stop screaming my name till you lose that voice of yours, gattino, understood?"
His command hung in the air, heavy with expectation, and I struggled to comprehend the intensity of his demand. How was it even possible when I didn't even know his name?
"I don't know your name," I croaked out, the words barely audible above the pounding of my heart. The admission left me feeling exposed, vulnerable in the face of his unwavering desire. And as I awaited his response, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of our illicit encounter.
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Enzo
"Lorenzo," I whispered against her soft neck before stealing a kiss, reveling in the sensation of her yielding warmth against my lips. Every inch of her body felt like silk, each touch sending a jolt of desire coursing through me.
"But those close to me call me Enzo," I groaned, the thought of her screaming my name as I buried myself deep within her igniting a primal hunger within me. The image of her lost in pleasure, crying out my name as I claimed her completely, sent a surge of arousal pulsing through my veins.
I released my hold on her plump ass, allowing her to slide her sexy legs off my waist as she adjusted herself. Taking a moment to compose myself, I straightened my clothing, my gaze never straying far from her captivating form.
My eyes traced over her, taking in every detail. Her lips, swollen from our shared kisses, begged to be kissed again. Her flushed face betrayed the arousal that pulsed through her veins, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. And as her dress rode up, exposing her smooth thighs, I felt a surge of desire course through me.
"Too short," a growl escaped my lips as I quickly intervened, not appreciating her body being on such blatant display. With a firm hand, I pulled the strap of her dress back in place, covering her deliciously milky breast. She complied without hesitation, hastily pulling her dress down to conceal her thighs. Good girl.
Before I could inquire about her name, a hand landed on my shoulder, and I felt a surge of irritation at the unwanted interruption. Swirling around to face the intruder, I was met with Cortez standing before me, his presence unwelcome at this moment.
"Speak," I almost yelled, my irritation palpable as I demanded an explanation for the interruption.
"Your attention is needed," he said.
Hell! I had totally forgotten that I was in an important business meeting with my clients when my eyes caught that of this little temptress. The temptress in the tight dress, she exuded a magnetism that was impossible to ignore. Despite my efforts to remain focused on the task at hand, her allure proved irresistible.
Her every move, every subtle gesture, sent a jolt of desire coursing through me. I watched as she danced, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm, her hands tracing the curves of her body in a seductive display. In that moment, I knew that I wanted her, craved her with a primal hunger that consumed me. I imagined the taste of her skin, the feel of her body beneath mine, and the sound of her voice as she screamed my name in ecstasy. The thought of making her mine for just a night, or perhaps two, ignited a fierce desire within me, a hunger that demanded to be satisfied.
"Continue with the meeting, tell Romano I'm coming," I ordered Cortez, my tone clipped with frustration as I turned my attention back to the task at hand. But as I spun around to face the object of my desire, my little temptress, I was met with an empty space where she had once stood.
Damn! She had vanished without a trace, slipping away like a wisp of smoke. I clenched my fist in frustration, a surge of anger coursing through me as I realized she had escaped.
I made a mental note to deal with Cortez later.
With a deep breath, I reined in my urge to unleash my frustration on Cortez, at least for the time being. Straightening my suit and shirt to smooth out the creases that had formed during my moment of distraction, I took a moment to compose myself.
As I adjusted my hard member discreetly in my pants, I reminded myself of the importance of maintaining control in the face of temptation. With a determined stride, I made my way over to where my clients were seated, my focus shifting back to the business at hand.
With each step, I pushed aside thoughts of the elusive temptress who had managed to rattle me so effortlessly. For now, my priority was to salvage what remained of the meeting and ensure that my professional demeanor remained intact, no matter the distractions that threatened to derail me.
"I can see you were enjoying getting your dick wet by that slut." Romano chuckled.
I gritted my teeth, the urge to unleash my pent-up frustration on Romano threatening to overwhelm me. His smug chuckle grated on my nerves, igniting a fire of rage within me that simmered just beneath the surface.
Clenching my fist tightly under the table, I fought to rein in the violent impulses that surged through me. Romano was a constant thorn in my side, a source of endless frustration and aggravation. There were times when I wished nothing more than to silence him permanently, to rid myself of his incessant meddling once and for all.
But despite the temptation to resort to drastic measures, I knew that my restraint was driven by a cold, calculated pragmatism. Romano may be a pain in my ass, but he never missed a payment. And in the cutthroat world of business, that was a quality I couldn't afford to overlook, no matter how much I despised him.
With a steely resolve, I reiterated my stance, my voice firm and unwavering. "What I do with my dick is none of your fucking business," I stated bluntly, my expression betraying nothing as I maintained a blank face.
"Now, back to business," I continued, my tone firm and commanding as I redirected our attention on the matters at hand, we delved into discussions about new shipments, payments, and delivery schedules. Despite the tension that lingered in the air, we remained professional. It was crucial to maintain a sense of professionalism, no matter the personal animosity that existed between us, exchanging information and making decisions that would shape the course of our business endeavors.
And as I steered the discussion back on track, I resolved to keep a watchful eye on Romano, knowing full well that our contentious relationship was far from over.
"Always a pleasure to do business with you," Romano grinned, his expression oozing with faux charm as he extended his hand for a handshake.
I held his gaze for a moment, his green eyes gleaming with an unsettling glint. "I expect to receive the payment," I replied coolly, my voice tinged with a hint of warning.
Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heel and strode away, my men falling into step behind me like loyal shadows.