Page 60 of Damaged & Deadly
My voice is a husky purr and my thighs clench at his response. “Fuck yeah, you were riding my dick so good, Spitfire. You’re tight little body writhing as you rocked back and forth on my cock and moaned like I was the best thing you’d ever fucked.”
Oh god, I love how dirty Enzo’s mouth is. It does crazy things to me, and I am totally here for every bad word out of his mouth.
“You wet for me, baby girl?”
His cocky tone tells me he already knows I am, but I indulge him anyway, my tone breathy and soaked in need as I say, “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “I want you to slide those fingers into your dripping cunt and feel how wet you are while you pretend it’s my cock stuffing you full.”
I moan as I do as he says, pushing my hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and into my damp panties. I picture his thick, engorged cock as I push two fingers into my drenched core. “Oh god,” I gasp, hearing Enzo’s heavy breathing down the line as he works himself over.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. I love the way your pussy clamps around me, like you never want me to leave.”
“Yes,” I gasp, driving the back of my head into the pillow as I arch my back, using my fingers and his words to send me into a frenzy. I insert a third finger, moaning at the stretch.
“That’s it, baby. You feel me stretching your walls? Slamming into you so hard you scream.”
“So full,” I moan, riding my hand fast and hard while I get off to the sound of his voice and dirty words until we’re both panting heavily.
“Imagine me licking a line down the column of your neck,” he says, his voice low and husky. Closing my eyes, I do as he says, picturing him hovering above me, his thrusts deep and hard as his tongue teases my skin. “When I reach your shoulder, I suck the sensitive skin there until it’s red before biting down on your taut pink nipple.” I moan, using my shoulder to hold the phone to my ear as I pinch my nipple between my fingers, pretending it’s him.
“Enzo.” I groan at the bite of pain, my legs trembling as my back arches, seconds from exploding.
Sensing it, Enzo growls, “Come for me, baby. I want to hear my name on your lips,” as I come apart at the seams, crying out his name. His corresponding grunts and curses over the phone tell me he’s found his release alongside me.
“Did you call for phone sex?” I laugh breathlessly, still coming down from my high.
“No, but I definitely will in the future.”
I chuckle before the smile falls off my face, and I roll onto my side. “I’d rather we repeated it in person.”
“Me too, Spitfire. Me too.” His tone is as dejected sounding as mine. Enzo and I haven’t had any intimate time alone. Over the weeks we spent together in Dante’s house, we’ve gotten to know each other. We’ve flirted, and there’s obviously chemistry and feelings there, but we haven’t had any time to explore each other’s bodies, to just enjoy one another. “Soon.”
God, I hope he’s right.
“I just wanted to check in.” Despite the disaster that is our current predicament, I smile to myself. “Are you still with Cain and Oliver?”
“No, I came back to the clubhouse to check on Luc and grab some clothes for Evie.”
“How’s he doing?”
I sigh, remembering my fight with him earlier. “We got into an argument.”
“He’s been through a lot recently,” Enzo reasons. “Just give him some time.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. How are you guys?”
“Dante’s already riding my ass,” Enzo grumbles.
I snort. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Har har, funny girl.”
I chortle before growing serious. “Do you mind if I ask, what’s the deal with you two? Are you like a couple, or is it just sex?”
“We’re as close as brothers. Best friends.”
“Best friends with benefits?”