Page 49 of Privilege

Lucia reached for him, and he lost himself in the taste of her mouth again. He supposed she got a nice taste of her own come on his mouth, and her soft moan was enough to make him pull her to a bench next to the wall. It was the only place safe from the rain, really. He shuffled down his jeans, but not before grabbing a foil packet he always kept in his back pocket just in case.

Renzo fell on the bench first, but Lucia quickly followed. Her hands were already slipping beneath his boxer briefs as she straddled him. A hiss fell from his lips when her soft palms found his length, and tightened in just the right way as she stroked him from base to tip. Her tight body shifted on his before she snatched that condom out of his hand, opened it up, and rolled it down his cock.

He wasn’t about to stop her.

He sure as fuck wasn’t going to slow her down.

She could take what he wanted, and he was more than happy to go along for the ride. That’s exactly what she did, too. Not even bothering to slip her soaked panties off, she simply shoved them aside before readjusting on his lap, and sinking down on his length.

“Fuck,” Renzo grunted.

How long had it been since he’d had sex?

A while.

He didn’t remember it being this good, though. Not like silk under his hands when he held onto her hips, or like insanity in his mind when she started riding him wild. Her fingertips drifted over his lax features, and all he could do was grab tight to her hips, and let her fuck him the way she wanted.

She’d go from riding him hard, to soft circles when she had him buried as deep as she could get him inside her tight, warm sex. All her noises swallowed him up, and made him drunk.

So fucking high.

Still, he heard himself say, “You like that cock, huh?”

“God, yeah.”

She kept up that pace until she was shaking and shivering again. Until his name was falling from her lips again. Until he could feel her coming undone around him again.

Then, he pulled her down, so her back was on the bench, and he could really pound into her. That’s what he needed to come.

That, and her sweet pleas in his ear.

“Please, please.”

She never sounded better.

He had never come harder.

NINE

Lucia’s eyes peeled open as something shifted under her. Something warm, firm, and hard. And when that something groaned? Memories of the night before flooded back into Lucia’s sleep-filled mind like a rushing wave coming up on the shore of a beach. Uncontrollable, fast, and ready to drag her back out into the ocean to drown her.

That felt apt, really.

Renzo was sort of like the ocean. Expansive, and deep. Crystal clear, and yet still murky enough to make her cautious. Beautiful to look at, sure, but beautiful things were sometimes made that way just so you didn’t see the dangerous parts.

It only took the feeling of him moving under her to make Lucia hot and breathless all over again. She wasn’t exactly experienced when it came to sex, and men. But she wasn’t a virgin, either. Not entirely innocent. And yet, Renzo could make her feel like none of that mattered at all. She had no need to be shy, or anything like that. She just had to want something, and use her mouth to tell him exactly what it was she wanted.

And he would give it to her.

Hadn’t that been what he said last night?

As quickly as those thoughts came, they were gone. Like the wind had ripped through the car somehow—though the windows were rolled up—to blow it all away, and leave Lucia feeling chilled.

“Shit,” she heard Renzo mutter. “I gotta get up, move.”

Lucia blinked at his sharp tone, but did what he told her anyway. Shifting off him in the back seat of her Lexus so that he could move without her on top of him, she realized just how cramped the two of them had been sleeping in the back seat together. Not that she had minded when they climbed in the back of the car after getting down from the restaurant’s roof, really. She hadn’t really cared what they did as long as they were doing it together. He hadn’t been complaining, either.

Sitting at the other end of the backseat, Lucia rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and tried to figure out what had just happened. Renzo paid her no mind as he grabbed the shirt he’d discarded the night before, and yanked it on. Leaning over the front seat, he found the leather jacket he’d used to keep her warm as they came down from the roof, and shrugged it on, too. He said nothing as he fished a cheap burner phone from his pocket, and checked the screen.