Page 48 of Privilege

Water poured, sloshing off the roof and making a canopy all around them. Hiding them from view, not that it fucking mattered. The whole city could have been watching Renzo slip his fingers under Lucia’s panties right then, and he wouldn’t have given a single shit at all. He was too caught up in the way her hazel eyes darkened, and a whine clawed its way out of her throat as he found her wet, and so damn warm. Her pussy hugged his fingers tight when she widened her legs a bit to let him in.

God.

He just wanted to look at her while he did this.

See that flash of heat in her gaze.

The desire in her face.

All bliss.

Sin.

Want.

“Right there, huh?” he asked, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers. Her nod, and harsh exhale had him grinning. He used the pad of his thumb to flick at her clit with each push and pull of his hands. Her hips ground against his hand while the pretty noises fell from her lips one after the other. Damn. She sounded so good like this. Perfect, really. “Fuck, you’re so wet, Lucia. Come so I can get a taste of that, baby.”

“Oh, my God, Ren.”

He bet everybody thought this girl was good. Not at all wild, and sweet to her very core. He had news for them, she was just as dirty as everybody else, and he kind of liked that, too.

He really liked that he was the one who got to see it.

“Almost, almost,” Lucia breathed.

His hand skimmed her side, and came up to land on her throat. There, he held her, pinned against the wall as his fingers fucked her harder, and his name fell from her lips in a mantra. The way she said it, it could have been a fucking song. It sounded that good. When she did finally come, he thought she looked even better.

A little wilder.

A bit freer.

As she tried to catch her breath, he was busy pulling his hand out from between her thighs, so he could finally get a taste of her on his lips the way he’d promised. Lucia dragged in a shaky inhale as his fingers—wet with her—disappeared between his lips, and he sucked them clean.

She tasted like he thought.

Sweet.

Tart.

Uniquely her.

That was the best way he could describe it, really.

“Holy fuck,” Lucia mumbled.

“You like that?”

“You just sucked me off your fingers.”

“I’d like to lick it right off your pussy, but another time.”

Because right then, all he really wanted to do was bury his cock as deep as he could get it inside her pussy. He ached, and not in a good way. The water was still coming down, but that sloped roof kept them from getting the bulk of it, really. That didn’t mean they weren’t both getting soaked from the after spray, though.

Her hair was damp.

His shoulders were chilled, and wet.

He still didn’t care.