Does It Hurt? (72)
It feels like days pass by the time my consciousness slowly creeps in, grabbing my hand and guiding me back down to earth.
Behind me, Enzo is rolling his hips sensually, working me through the orgasm, his own muscles strained.
My bones are jelly, but my body is instantly hyperaware of his. He’s so close to releasing himself, and his speed is picking up again, feeling my comedown.
With what little strength I have left, I wait until he’s right on the edge and then tear myself from his grip, catching him by surprise.
I twist, grab him by the throat and practically tackle him to the sandy floor.
He falls easily, caught off guard, but my window is minuscule.
His hazel eyes are wide as I position myself between his spread legs, grabbing his drenched cock in my hands and peeking up at him through my lashes.
“You were so close to coming, and I denied you, didn’t I?” Anger flashes across his eyes and the corner of my lips curl upward. “Does it hurt, baby?”
He snaps toward me, but I’m faster, wrapping my mouth around the tip of his cock and sucking harshly, tasting myself on him as I do. His fingers plunge through my curls, fisting them tightly, and I plant my hands on his hips, denying him control.
“Fuck, Sawyer, keep testing me. Your smile is only pretty because of those teeth. I’d hate to see them missing.”
His threat widens my grin, and I look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“I’m a desperate little slut and want to feel you come down my throat.”
I’m staring into two pits of golden molten lava as he tightens his hand in my hair, keeping me immobile as he roughly grabs his dick and slides the tip across my lips.
“Good sluts ask nicely,” he murmurs, biting his lip when I stick out my tongue, prompting him to slap his cock on it.
I wrap my hand around his wrist and tip my chin back far enough to rasp, “I never said I was good. I said I was desperate.”
Then, I’m sucking him back into my mouth, despite his grip on my hair. He groans loudly, growling when I graze my teeth along his sensitive flesh, then use my tongue to lave at the underside of his tip.
I put everything I have into giving him pleasure, drool pooling on his stomach as I suck and lick him with fervor.
It doesn’t take long before I have him close to the edge again, his muscles once more locking up. His cock swells in my mouth, and he starts pumping his hips, his head sliding farther down the back of my throat with his thrusts.
“Fuck, just like that, baby. Suck it hard—fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he chants. His head kicks back; only his strong throat is visible as he erupts.
He shouts, his chin snapping back down to his chest so he can watch me swallow every drop. Mouth parted, and his brows lowered over his eyes, his entire body vibrates from the force, and it feels like I can’t drink him down fast enough.
Finally, he forces me away, becoming overstimulated.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants, staring at me with wide eyes. I just wipe my mouth clean of the slobber painted all over my chin.
There’s an intensity radiating from him, and it’s triggering all those typical flight responses. I stand on shaky legs, and his brow furrows with confusion, assumingly sensing my retreat. I stall by grabbing my bathing suit and slipping it back on. All the while, his stare burns through me.
“I’m going to choose to live because I refuse to die for Kevin. But the life I’ve chosen for myself is something I have to suffer through alone, Enzo.”
He just glares, jaw clenched so tightly that the muscle is bursting from his cheek.
Before I lose my nerve, I rush toward the lighthouse, dreading the moment I’m locked in our room with him.
I asked him to hurt me, but it seems I’ve done a far better job of it.
Chapter 23
Enzo
“Is she ah’ight?” Sylvester asks from behind me, causing my muscles to tighten impossibly further.
The only response I’m capable of is a grunt.
He mutters something beneath his breath, but it’s too low for me to hear, and frankly, I give zero fucking fucks.
I didn’t sleep last night after Sawyer left me on the beach. I don’t think she did either, but neither of us was willing to break the stilted silence.
I’ve known her for barely over six weeks, and she’s already got me falling at her fucking feet.
Choose me.
She didn’t. Instead, she used sex to distract me and then chose a life of suffering over one with me.
“Got any whiskey left?”
Sylvester grunts as he makes his way toward a cabinet.
“You that bent out of shape over a knock to the head? She’ll be all right, son.”
Every word out of his mouth grates on my nerves, but I keep my mouth glued shut since he’s handing over alcohol.
I swallow it in one gulp, holding the cup out while he pours me another three fingers wordlessly. This time, I sip it, appreciating the maple undertone as it burns a path down my throat.
“Lemme tell ya, women like that don’t come around often,” he remarks conversationally.
“Tell me about it,” I mutter. Not every day you meet a girl that lures you between her thighs and then turns around and steals your fucking identity the next day. Nor is it every day the same girl drags you upward of a mile across the ocean to safety.