One Night Stand (The Complete Story) (8 page)

“Fuuuu..ck…” Lorenzo groaned as I sucked hard. “Your mouth is so damn perfect.”

I felt emboldened, ready to take charge of his pleasure.  I pumped harder, gripping the base tightly while my other hand wandered to gently fondle his balls. They were round and heavy, pulled tight against his body as I sucked him off. His shaft slammed deep into my mouth, over and over as I licked around the tip with each stroke. I could feel his body almost convulsing under me. I was making him lose control and I loved it.

“You’ll make me come,” he warned me.

“I want you to come,” I replied, my words muffled by his massive cock.

“I can’t stop….fuck…” he groaned and I felt his balls constrict. The thick, creamy liquid shot of his cock and landed on my tongue. I swallowed, tasting the delicious salty flavor of his manhood. I pulled back and let the rest of his cum splatter on my face, dripping down to my breasts where it landed in milky pools. Finally, as the last drops landed, Lorenzo straightened up and helped me to my feet.

“You’re a real dirty girl, Emma. I wanted to treat you like a princess and you just sucked me off until I came all over your face,” Lorenzo said in admiration. I could see his eyes twinkling as he smiled at me. “I fucking love it.”

“What can I say? I just needed your cum,” I replied and it was true. I had never wanted a man to cum on my face before, but with Lorenzo, I suddenly needed it and it was fucking hot.

“Well, let’s get you cleaned up so I can finally fuck you properly.”

He led me to the bathroom and turned on the shower, then he carefully helped me out of my dress and took off his own clothes. We stepped into the stream of perfectly warm water and I sighed in contentment.

Lorenzo pumped some soap into his hand and started to rub it over my body, cleaning up the mess he had left all over me. My body relaxed as he gently worked me over, scrubbing me with his hands. He moved over my shoulders and down to my breasts, gently kneading them as he went. His fingers found my nipples and he rubbed them lightly, just enough to send a shiver through my body.

I closed my eyes and let the warm water and the firm, yet gentle touch of Lorenzo’s hands lull me into a reverie. I could feel every muscle in my body relaxing as he soaped my breasts and moved down to the plane of my stomach. His hand moved in rhythmic circles, lower and lower. My eyes fluttered open as his hand moved even further south.

“Lorenzo…” I breathed.

He grinned at my and damn if he didn’t look like a sex god with water pouring down over him. His hand cupped between my legs and he pushed one finger deep inside me. I moaned, feeling the need for him fire up inside me once more.

I glanced down and looked back up at him in shock. His cock was standing straight and hard.

“You are ready again already?” I asked in surprise.

“Baby, I’ll always be ready for you.” He gently pushed me against the marble wall, then reached down and grabbed both my thighs. He hoisted both legs up easily, his thick muscles barely straining as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He put one hand under my ass to support me and the other behind my head.

I gasped as he slammed into me, hard and fast. His cock stretched me open and buried deep inside me. I wanted more. I needed more. He pulled his hips back and slammed into me again. I heard his hand knock against the marble as he cradled my head, but he didn’t stop his assault on my pussy.

“Fuck…yes…” I cried out as he buried his cock balls deep inside me once more. I stared up at his face as he stared down at me through the pounding water. His eyes were dark and intense. His dark hair fell over his foreheads in perfectly arranged pieces and his muscles shone hard and sharp, glistening with each drop of water that fell over him.  He was perfect. More than perfect. He was mine.

“You don’t know what you are doing to me,” Lorenzo groaned. “I can’t contain myself with you.”

“Fuck me. Hard!” I demanded.

Lorenzo didn’t need any further instruction. He grabbed hold of me even more tightly and slammed his hips against me. Again, and again. He fucked me so hard I could feel my core exploding in pleasure and pain. One and the same. I came on his cock as he exploded inside me, filling me with his cum as he cock convulsed with my pussy.

He leaned forward heavily and put his forehead to mine as our bodies slowly returned to earth. We breathed together, slowly, heavily. The only other sounds were the patter of the water and the thumping of our hearts in our chests.

Then slowly, he lowered me to the floor and helped me back to my feet. I looked up at him with a shaky smile.

“You got me all dirty again.”

“You know it, pretty girl. Here, let me help clean you. For real, this time.”

He helped me wash off again and I washed him, running my hands over the hard contours of his perfectly shaped muscles. After we toweled off, Lorenzo picked me up and carried me to bed. As I was drifting off to sleep, I could feel him gently press a kiss to my forehead.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

The next morning came far too soon. I quickly jumped out of bed and found my clothes from the night before strewn around the apartment.

“Are you sure you have to leave already?” Lorenzo asked me plaintively as he handed me the pair of panties he had flung into a corner last night.

“I have a class this afternoon, so I need to get home and get ready for school. I’m sorry. I’ll call you soon!” I promised, slipping into my heels.

“Alright. Let me call a cab.” He sighed dejectedly and I couldn’t help the warm feeling in my heart. I couldn’t wait to see him again, but I knew I needed to focus on school. It was my last semester and I needed to figure out what to do next and start applying for jobs.

“Have a great day!” I called, heading for the door.

“Wait!” He ran over and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “You too, Emma.”

The cab would be there in just a few minutes, so I took the elevator straight down and walked through the lobby to the big front entrance.  The sun was already shining brightly outside as people rushed along the sidewalk. Except for one.

“Detective Russo?” I asked as the man turned to face me. He was standing outside the building casually, as if he had expected to see me there.

“Call me Mike, Emma. Nice to see you again.” I thought I heard a tone of sarcasm in his voice, but it was hard to tell.

“Are you following me?”

“Not exactly. I told you that we keep an eye on all members of the Romano family, including Lorenzo. You just happened to be with him last night when our man was watching the building, so I decided to come here personally.”

“Look, you don’t need to do that,” I replied angrily. “He isn’t involved in any of his family’s crap. And where I spend my night really isn’t any concern of yours.”

I tried to step around him, but he put up a hand. “Emma, wait. I have something you might be interested in seeing.” He sounded more conciliatory, so I stopped.

“What is it?” I asked carefully.

“Proof that Lorenzo isn’t who you think he is. Here, look.”

He handed me a large envelope. I opened it and pulled out a small stack of photos. They were all taken in front of this building, and all of them were focused on Lorenzo. Except in every photo, he was with a different woman.  The only thing consistent was that they were all pretty and dressed in clothes that barely covered their bodies. And in each photo, Lorenzo’s arm was casually draped over his chosen conquest of the night.

“Oh.” My heart crashed.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I know he can come off as charming, but you can’t trust him. But if you want revenge, I can help you get it. Work for me. For the government. Keep seeing Lorenzo, act like nothing is wrong, and let us know whenever he slips out information about his family and their dealings. “

I could feel my vision growing fuzzy. Tears were welling in my eyes, but I didn’t want to cry over Lorenzo. Not again. I was done. With all of this.

“No. Detective Russo – I mean Mike – I just want to go home. I’m done with Lorenzo. I just want you to leave me alone now. Please.”

My cab pulled up to the curb just in time. I walked around Mike and quickly jumped into the back of cab. On the quick ride home, I felt like my heart might explode. But that was it. I was done with men. And most of all, I was done with Lorenzo. I had been so foolish to believe that I was special. To Lorenzo, I was probably just one more easy lay.

Three weeks later:

I walked into the kitchen groggily and stared forlornly at my coffee. I wanted to drink it. I
needed
to drink it so I could study for my upcoming exams. But even the smell was putting me off.

“Good morning sleepy head!” Ava bounced into the kitchen with her usual unexplainable cheeriness.

“G’morning,” I mumbled back.

“You ready for our study sesh?” Ava, Riley and I had formed our own little study group for the classes we had in common. We each had different strengths, so studying together helped us be better prepared for the exam.

“Yeah, just give me a few minutes. I’m still not feeling well.”

“Oh no!” Riley walked into the room, a concerned look settling over her pretty features. “Maybe you should go to the doctor. You’ve been feeling sick for like a week now.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Maybe it is because of her heart break,” Ava whispered dramatically.

“It isn’t heart break. I’m over him.” I looked down, knowing that it was a lie. A lie I would repeat until I had convinced myself.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding even opening all the texts he sent?” Ava asked pointedly. She was right. Lorenzo had called many times in the past few weeks and sent over a dozen text message. I had avoided even opening them or listening to my voicemails because I didn’t trust my resolve. I needed to stay away from him, but my heart felt like it was crumbling every day. I was also ignoring my phone because I had missed several calls from Detective Russo. I wanted both men out of my life, but neither one seemed ready to leave me alone.

“It isn’t heart break,” I repeated. “I think I have a stomach bug. This is the fifth day I’ve vomited.”

Riley and Ava looked at each other, then both turned to look at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Did you and Lorenzo…use protection?” Riley asked gently.

“What? No. It was all really heat of the moment, I guess.” I responded. Then it sunk in. “Wait…are you saying I might be pregnant?”

“I have some tests in my room. In case. I’ll go grab one for you!” Ava jumped up and ran back towards her room.

I stared up at Riley, shock and fear making me feel helpless. “I know we were irresponsible. It was just those two times and I just wasn’t thinking. I might just be sick, right?”

Riley rubbed my back and smiled at me gently. “It might be just that. Why don’t you take the test before worrying too much.”

“Here.” Ava thrust the box into my hands and I took out one stick, walking towards the bathroom as if my body was on autopilot. My mind was racing so fast it was buzzing, but I knew I had to find out, one way or the other.

A minute later, I stood in the hallway with my roommates, staring down at the small stick.  We all three squinted at it, but there was no use. A big fat positive signed stared right back at us.

“Congratulations?” Ava finally broke the silence. “And holy shit! Emma, you are going to be the best mommy ever. Can we be godmothers?”

“Are you alright, Emma?” Riley asked, reaching out to squeeze my free hand.