Page 69 of Chaos & Carnage
Smiling softly, she pushes up and presses a chaste kiss to my lips before searching my eyes. “And what about the five of us? How do we all fit together? How does this work long-term, because I don’t think Oliver’s house is a permanent solution, and theydefinitelyaren’t going to move out to your beach house or to some fancy house on this side of the river.”
“I have some ideas,” I assure her, even though I haven’t had the opportunity to discuss them with anyone else. “I love you. They love you. Everythingwillwork out.”
That earns me one of Sawyer’s rare, rewarding smiles. The ones she reserves for whenever I lower my guard and tell her how I feel. It makes me want to spill every little feeling, just to have her look at me the way she is right now. Every time I open up, I've found that it gets a little bit easier. It still doesn’t come naturally to me. The words still sound wooden on my tongue and I have to push them out sometimes, but the reward issoworth the effort.
“Big words, Dante,” she murmurs, her voice dipping to a seductive husk as she tightens her arms around my neck. “Why don’t you show me just how true they are?”
Growling, I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and yank her against me, loving how she melts against my hard edges.
“Just remember, you asked for it,mia vita.”
Now officially done with this night, I take Sawyer’s hand in mine and drag her off the dancefloor. Spotting Lor on the other side of the room, I gesture for him to come with us, and he makes his excuses to whoever he’s talking to and immediately strides our way.
Sawyer laughs as I up the pace until she’s practically running in her heels to keep up.
“The real party is finally getting started,” Lor jokes as we reach the limousine. He pulls open the door, and I usher Sawyer inside before following after her. Lor is hot on my heels. The door is barely closed before he’s throwing himself on top of her and kissing Sawyer like a man starved and she’s a five-course meal.
“God, I have missed you, Spitfire,” he murmurs against her skin, sounding pained, like the absence truly hurt him. Slithering down her body until he’s on his knees between her thighs, he pushes up her dress. “If I don’t taste you right this second, I’m going to die from dehydration.”
“Oh my god,” Sawyer laughs, swatting at him playfully.
Undeterred, he splays his hands on her thighs and pushes them wide. Tugging her panties to the side, he groans low in the back of his throat before diving in.
“Oh, god,” Sawyer repeats, this time the words coming out in a deep moan as she rests her head back and arches her spine. “Keep doing that. It feels so good, Enzo.”
For a moment, I sit and watch as my best friend eats out my woman. My wife. I drink in the pleasure he brings her as my pants are pulled uncomfortably tight. Not long ago, I couldn’t fathom sitting watching this scene unfold, but I’m starting to realize I enjoy watchingmy wifeclaim her own pleasure. I can soak up every second of it in a way that I can’t when it’s me giving her that pleasure, and on occasion, it’s enjoyable just to sit back and watch the bigger picture. I pick up on things I wouldn’t otherwise, like the hitch in her breathing when she’s close to coming and the way she bites on her bottom lip to stave off her release because she’s not ready for the moment to end.
I watch as Lor drives her to ecstasy and continues to push her through the aftershocks until she’s a whimpering, squirming mess, pleading with him to stop. Only when he sits back on his haunches, do I swoop in and pluck Sawyer from her seat, setting her in my lap.
“My turn,” I growl, sealing my lips over hers and stroking my fingers along her slick folds. She immediately starts trembling, her fingers threading through my hair.
“Nuh-uh,” I tsk. “Hands on the roof,mia vita.”
I wait until she does as I order, planting her palms flush with the soft fabric interior of the limousine’s roof before sinking my fingers knuckle deep into her wet heat.
“Ride my fingers,” I tell her, enjoying how she immediately rocks her hips, obeying. “Take your pleasure from me.”
She groans, moving faster as she works herself over.
Lor shifts until he’s behind her, his hands coming around to knead her breasts, causing a gush of wetness to drip down my fingers. Her low moans and short pants fill the car as she works herself into a quivering, whimpering frenzy. When she’s right on the precipice of her orgasm, I press my thumb down on her clit and she erupts like a volcano, crying out before she collapses against my chest.
“You can have a five-minute break until we’re at the beach house,” Lor informs her, moving to sit beside me. Spreading his legs, there’s no missing the hard-on in his pants which probably mirrors my own.
“Oh, how kind of you,” Sawyer pants-laughs.
Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Then the real fun begins.”
Goosebumps spread along Sawyer’s skin at his sinful promise.
“Oh, yeah? If that’s the case, I want allthreeof us to have fun.” Her eyes slide back and forth between Lor and me, intent obvious.
“You dirty, dirty girl. You’re thinking about that train, aren’t you?”
I’m confused but keep my mouth shut as I watch her shrug a shoulder, acting all casual. “So what if I am?”
Lor’s gaze flicks to mine before going back to her, darkening with desire. “Then you’re in for a wild night.”
Things only escalate in the five minutes it takes to get to the house. In that space of time, Lor manages to lose his jacket, shirt, and tie, and my belt has wandered off somewhere.