Page 119 of Bellini Bound
My gaze lifted to find his amber eyes glowing gold in the dim lighting. And damn if that hungry stare didn’t heat my blood and make my thighs clench. I sent up a prayer that we were almost home because if I didn’t have him inside me soon, I might very well die.
Enzo quirked an eyebrow. “Are you waiting for an invitation?”
Honestly, yeah, but I wasn’t about to sass him right now. Not when the phantom taste of his cock had nothing on the real thing.
Leaning forward, I skimmed both hands up his thighs, loving how the muscles tensed, bunching under my palms. I parted my lips, my tonguedarting out to lap up that pearly bead pooled at the tip, savoring the salty flavor as it burst across my taste buds.
The grip on my hair tightened, a flash of fire searing through my scalp. “Stop teasing and suck my goddamn cock,” Enzo gritted out.
“Yes, sir,” I purred before swallowing him down as far as I could go.
His hips bucked, forcing his stiff shaft impossibly deeper, and I gagged.
A loud grunt sounded from his chest. “That’s it. Fucking choke on it.”
I gave him exactly what he asked for; my throat muscles spasmed, fighting against the intrusion that cut off my air supply. When I pulled back, I gasped, dragging in enough oxygen to keep from passing out, before doing it again. Up and down I went, over and over, letting saliva dribble freely from my lips as he’d ordered.
“Fuck, yes.” His head fell back against the padded seat. “Just like that, baby.”
Upping my pace, I hollowed out my cheeks to increase the suction, moaning every time he hit the back of my throat to vibrate around his sensitive head.
“Shit, Allie!” he shouted. “Baby, I’m going to come. I can’t hold it. Your mouth is too fucking good.”
A split second later, he let out a strangled cry as his dick swelled, and cum shot from the tip. There was more than I could swallow, and I sputtered, the excess spraying all over my dress and his pants. The dry cleaner was going to justlovethose questionable stains when these clothes were brought in.
Dazed, Enzo stared down at me, using his thumb to gently wipe away any lingering traces of semen from my face. “Just when I think it can’t get any better, you go out of your way to prove me wrong.”
The car rolled to a stop, and a quick peek out the window showed that we’d made it home.
I patted his thigh, shoving my boob back into my dress. “Let’s go inside to finish what we started.”
Enzo hurried to tuck his dick away and zip up before helping me down from the backseat.
“I’m going to fucking eat you alive,” he rasped in my ear as we pushed through the front door.
“Promise?” I taunted, shaking my ass with each step while he locked up, laughing over my shoulder as he fumbled several times while inputting the security codes and had to start over.
Then an idea struck. How hot would it be to have him chase me through the house? Covertly, I leaned down to slip off my heels, ready to run, but when I turned around to race up the stairs, a figure moved in the dark, and I let out a blood-curdling scream.
“Allie?” Enzo’s playful tone was gone, replaced with one of concern as he rushed to my side. “What’s wrong?”
Paralyzed with fear, my voice came out weak. “Th-there’s someone in the house.”
“What? Where?” His head was on a swivel.
I lifted a finger to point at the staircase, and when his gaze tracked in that direction, the intruder stepped into a slice of moonlight filtering in from the high windows. Enzo shoved me behind him, which was easy to do in my stunned state.
“D-dad?”
My father looked terrible. Like he’d aged about twenty years in the nine months since I’d seen him last. His hair was now entirely gray, his eyes were sunken and dull, and he’d put on a lot of weight. He was barely recognizable.
With my body pressed flush to his back, I could feel the tension radiating through Enzo’s body as he barked, “Logan, what the fuck?”
Ignoring my husband, Dad fixed his green eyes—an identical match to mine—on me. “I’ve come to rescue you, Allie.”
“Rescue her?” Enzo scoffed. “This has got to be a fucking joke.”
Peeking around Enzo’s shoulder, I spoke to my father. “Dad, I don’t need rescuing. You should go home.”
