One Night Stand (The Complete Story) (7 page)

“You look incredible, Emma,” he said as soon as he saw me. Once again, I was struck by his complete focus on me, despite my beautiful roommates. He walked straight up to me and offered his hand.

“You look pretty good yourself,” I laughed, looking him up and down. That was an understatement. He looked like every woman’s fantasy come to life.

“You two have fun,” Ava cooed as we walked towards the door.

“And take care of our girl,” Riley added.

“Your friends are very protective of you,” Lorenzo laughed as we walked down the hall.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“No, I like it. I like knowing that there is always someone else looking out for you.”

I smiled up at him and squeezed my hand.

“So where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to my favorite restaurant nearby. I hope you like Italian.” He winked and I could feel my cheeks coloring.

“I love Italian,” I replied, trying to keep a straight face. I totally failed and we both burst into laughter as we walked out into the fresh night air.

Lorenzo had a car waiting for us outside. To my relief, Bruno was not driving. A much kinder looking, elderly man sat behind the wheel. Lorenzo helped me into the back and then slid in beside me.

“I spent all of last night thinking of you,” he whispered in my ear.

I felt a shiver of desire go up my spine as he placed his hand on my knee. God, even just the lightest touch from him turned me into jelly.

“Good thoughts, I hope?”

“Very, very bad thoughts,” he contoured.

I found myself wishing we could just head straight for his apartment. Right then, we pulled up in front of a swanky looking restaurant and I took a deep breath. A real date was exactly what I wanted, so I would have to keep my hormones reigned in for the next hour or two while Lorenzo and I got to know each other better outside of the bedroom.

“Mr. Romano, of course. And your lovely date for the evening. We have the table you requested. Please follow me,” the hostess practically cooed as she lead us through the restaurant to a small table tucked away from the crowd.

I sat down and smoothed my dress, suddenly feeling very out of place. All the women were wearing diamonds and designer gowns and I could barely afford to get by every month. Would Lorenzo think I was too low class for him? He was wearing a Gucci belt and loafers, which probably cost more than my entire wardrobe combined.

“Thank you for allowing me to take you out tonight, Emma,” Lorenzo interrupted my inner monologue. “You really do look beautiful.”

I smiled and felt my heart settle warmly in my chest. He knew exactly the right thing to say. Maybe we didn’t make sense together on paper, but when we were together, everything felt so right.

“A bottle of Dom Perignon please, and I think we’ll be doing the Chef’s tasting menu tonight,” Lorenzo said when the server arrived. “Is that alright with you, Emma?”

“Sounds fantastic,” I replied, relieved.  I was glad not to have to figure out what everything on the fancy menu meant and make sure I ordered appropriately.

The server returned quickly and poured us glasses of Dom. “To second chances,” Lorenzo said, raising his glass to me. We clinked, and I stared at his perfectly carved face as I took a sip. If anyone deserved a second chance, it was Lorenzo.

“Holy crap! This is delicious!” I stared down at the glass in surprise. I had always thought that expensive wines and champagnes were a ploy to separate rich people from their money, but that one sip proved just how superior the luxury stuff was to the cheap crap I drank with my college friends.

Lorenzo smiled and quickly poured some more in my glass. “Oh good. I’m glad you like it because I know how fun you get when you are drunk.”

“Hey!” I countered, waving my finger at him. “You watch it or I might have to be a lady and go home by myself tonight,” I warned.

Lorenzo pouted and I relented. “Okay, fine. That probably isn’t happening unless you seriously mess up.”

“Me? Mess up?” He gave me his best innocent face and we both laughed. “But really, thank you for giving me another chance.” He reached across the table and placed his hand on mine. I felt that shiver again at his touch. It was like he had this magical power over me and as soon as he touched me or looked at me, all I could think about was sex.

The server brought out our first course, a dish of roasted baby vegetables drizzled with a truffle cream sauce. I took one bite and had to suppress a moan.

“This is incredible!”

“I know. The chef here is my favorite in the whole city. My mom used to take me and my brothers here when we were little.”

“What was she like?” I asked, suddenly wondering about the woman who raised Lorenzo.

“She was really a great mother. She was beautiful and kind, and honestly nothing like most people expect when they think of a stereotypical ‘mob wife.’” Lorenzo put his fork down and looked thoughtful. “She is the one who taught me about art. She took me to all the museums around the city. She never wanted my brothers and I to be involved in our father’s business. She loved my father, but she didn’t like what he did. She always told me to follow my own heart. When she died, I promised myself I would do that, to honor her.”

“How did she die?” I asked, reaching out and giving his hand a small squeeze.

“It was my dad’s business coming back to bite her in the end. She was never involved in any of it, but some deal went sour and the Russians killed her as an example, or revenge, or some other meaningless point.”

“I’m so sorry, Lorenzo.” I could see the old pain on his face and wanted to kiss it away.

“It was a long time ago. But that is why I do my own thing and work at my art gallery instead of joining my father. He wants me to join him, but he won’t force me. I think he still expects that I’ll change my mind though, once I ‘grow up’ enough.” Lorenzo laughed, and it sounded a little hollow this time. “My father and I have more than a few differences, but he is my father and I could never turn my back on him completely.”

“I understand.” And I finally did. Lorenzo didn’t get to choose his family, and I couldn’t fault him for not turning his back on his only living relatives. He still chose his own path and he was his own man.

The server returned with dishes of incredibly looking pastas and meats and finally some miniature cannolis for dessert. Lorenzo and I spent the meal discussing art and literature, and our favorite places to go and get away from the fast paced city when we needed some air. By the end of the meal, I was stuffed, slightly buzzed, and entirely happy.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Lorenzo asked finally, after he paid the bill. He seemed almost hesitant to ask.

“Yes!” I almost shouted eagerly. I had been thinking about undressing him the whole damn meal, and my panties were probably already soaked.

“Then let’s go! Now!” He obviously shared my enthusiasm as he helped me to my feet and rushed us out of the restaurant. “My apartment is just around the corner.”

We walked quickly, his hand wrapped around my waist to steady me as we pushed through the city crowds toward his building. The now familiar lobby welcomed us and we both fidgeted uncomfortably as we waited for the elevator. I could feel the heat building in my core as the elevator whisked us up to his floor.

Finally, we were there. We tumbled out of the elevator and rushed to his door. Throwing it open, Lorenzo grabbed me and we rushed into the empty apartment. Finally, alone.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you so badly all night,” he groaned, pushing his hand up my thigh.  His sure fingers pushed my dress up around my waist as they worked towards my soaking panties.

“Yes!” I moaned, as he pinned me against the wall and yanked down the flimsy cloth.

“I’m going to make you come on my tongue,” he warned me as he knelt down between my legs. “Do you want that, baby girl?”

“Mmmm, yes,” I moaned again as his fingers danced over the bare skin of my soaking pussy.

“Tell me what you want!” This time it was a command. He looked up at me and the fire behind his eyes only twisted my core in an even more painful desire. I needed him. Now.

“I want your mouth. On my pussy. Now!” I gasped.

He didn’t hesitate a second longer. He pressed his lips to my pussy in a gentle kiss as his fingers roamed down to my slit.

“Fuck, I love how wet you are,” he groaned against my pussy. His fingers thrust into my wet slit, burying deep into my channel as his soft, warm lips covered my sensitive little clit. His tongue darted out and lapped at my nub as his fingers moved in and out of me, fucking me.

“I’m going to make you come faster than you’ve ever come before,” he warned.

I was already too lost in pleasure to reply anything but incoherent noise. I leaned heavily against the wall as his fingers and tongue brought me to new heights. His tongue moved quickly, expertly in circular motions around my clit as his fingers pulsed inside of me. I felt the rhythm building a tension in my core.

“Fuck!” I cried out as I felt the pressure crash inside of me. My body exploded in pleasure as Lorenzo pulled his fingers out of me and dragged his tongue the length of my slit. I was shaking, quivering all over, as he pressed his tongue to my pussy and lapped up my wetness.

“Holy crap. What did you just do to me?” I groaned as I finally regained my composure and pulled myself upright.

Lorenzo grinned at me and wiped my stray juices from his face with the back of his hand. “I told you I would make you come on my tongue.” He laughed. “I was right, wasn’t I? Was that the fastest you’ve ever come?”

“It was,” I agreed. “How did you do that?”

Lorenzo grinned proudly. “I’m just getting you warmed up, sweetheart. I still need to fuck you senseless.”

“But it is my turn now,” I protested, despite the fact that thought of his cock buried in me instantly turning me on again.

“Your turn?”

“Yes, now I get to suck your cock and get you all warmed up.”

“Fuck. You won’t hear any argument from me.”

Lorenzo looked practically giddy as I pushed him against the wall where only moments earlier I had been trembling in pleasure. I was going to show him just how much I appreciated his skill by returning the favor.

I reached up and quickly unbuttoned his pants as he leaned heavily against the wall. I yanked down the zipper and smiled when I saw his bright green boxers.

“You like bright boxers,” I laughed.

“But I remembered not to wear orange, just for you sweetheart. In fact, I threw away all my orange boxers
and
any clothes I had that were orange.”

“You did not!”

“I did. Cross my heart. And you are worth it, baby.”

I smiled like a madwoman as I yanked down his pants and boxers. It might have been silly, but the fact that Lorenzo would throw away all his orange boxers and clothes, just because of my silly little pet peeve made me feel special.

All thoughts of orange left my mind as soon as his cock sprang free. I had forgotten just how damn massive it was and how damn much it turned me on just to look at it. The thick shaft stood up straight and fuck if he wasn’t already hard as a diamond.

I reached out and gripped the thick base with my left hand and lowered my mouth to the tip. I pressed my lips against the reddened spongy head and tentatively lapped my tongue against it. The salty sweet flavor of his precum turned me on like nothing I had ever tasted.  I pushed the shaft deep into my mouth, sucking and licking at it as I pumped it against my lips.