Page 74 of My Debacle with De Lorenzo

“Yep. Right now.” Shutting his eyes, he rubs his forehead like he’s trying to think of the best way to break the news to me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...I just?”

Whatever his excuse is, I don’t want to hear it. “Don’t worry about it. I understand.”

“You do?” He sounds surprised. “Well, that’s a relief. I thought you’d be weird about it. It’s just that...you’re so hot and I was...reallyturned on and?”

“Wait. What are you talking about?”

Confusion plays on his face. “What are you talking about? I thought we were talking about the same thing.”

“Which is what?”

“Um...” He nervously runs his hand over his face. “Which is that...I had, uh, I had a happier ending than I was expecting.”

“Oh!” My eyes widen. “Did you...shit, did you...”

Embarrassment causes his eyes to close again, and he nods. “Yeah, I did.”

“That’s...kinda hot.”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “No, it isnothot.”

“It is! That’s, like, the best compliment you could give a girl.”

“A compliment is telling you that your tits are hotter thananysong featuring Pitbull. Actually, hotter thanallhis songs combined.”

“That’s...not a compliment.” I pause, debating how I’m going to approach this discussion. “So, listen, if we’re going to be...doing stuff, I just want to know if this is something that happens often.”

“No...this is the first time that haseverhappened, but I can’t make promises. It’s not like...” He leaves the sentence hanging.

“It’s not like what?” And then it hits me. “Are you a virgin, De Lorenzo?”

“Yeah. So? I’m still a youngin, a mere teenage boy. It’s perfectly fine for me to still be a virgin. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just...I’m wondering what exactly you want from this arrangement because I thought it would include...a good dicking. Is that in the cards at all? Should we ask your fortune-teller what she thinks?”

He chuckles, seemingly more embarrassed. “I’m still deciding. Sex is a big deal, and I don’t want to rush into it.” He pauses, looking at me apprehensively. “You look like you’re having second thoughts.”

“No,” I answer quickly. No way am I backing out of this. When it comes to kissing, he’s in a league of his own. The absolute best kisser. Ever! And then, on top of that, he’s also set a new record for orgasms because I have never climaxed so fast in my life. Not even when I’m alone, and I know where my own G-spots are. So no, I’m not giving this up. I’m just going to enjoy the ride on my lust bus...without the D. I’m a thousand percent sure he’ll make it worth my while. “No second thoughts. You’re mine for the week and I plan on taking advantage of that. I’m just curious, though. How are you still a virgin when your make-out game is so on point?”

“I haven’t been trapped in a tower all this time. I’ve had...girlfriends. I just haven’t had sex. But if you must know, I keep waiting for a girl to make it special for me with lots of candles...and rose petals on the bed, but so far none of them have done that, so this is what has become of my life. My potential is wasted.” He stands up, then grabs my hand to hoist me up as well. I can’t see anything through the thick denim of his jeans, but he’s obviously uncomfortable. “Now, can we please leave? I’d like to change. I’m grateful I didn’t go to practice on Friday because I still have a change of clothes in the car.”

We gather the bags containing the empty takeout boxes, blow out the candles, then walk back inside to the elevators.

“I haven’t had this much fun in a while,” I say as we step inside and hit the button for the ground floor.

“Me too.” A casual arm is thrown around me, and he smacks a kiss on my temple. His fingers move over my shoulder, then stop. “What’s this?” He places the bags he’s carrying on the floor before moving behind me. After shifting my braid over to the front of my body, his fingers skim over my bare back. “Looks like the concrete scratched you pretty bad. Does it hurt?”

I glance over my shoulder to look at the red lines. I hadn’t even felt the pain of getting those. “No, I’ll live.”

His fingers trace along the curves of my back before he leans down to kiss the scratches on my shoulder blade. Soft and tender. Another kiss touches the spot between my neck and shoulder. And then another one a little higher up. This one is an open-mouth kiss, and he lightly runs his tongue over the same spot. Another kiss on my jaw, then my cheek, and before I know what’s happening, he spins me around and slams me against the elevator wall. No warning. Barely a build-up before his tongue is delving me into my mouth and his hand is creeping beneath my top. A squeeze of my nipple elicits a breathy moan from me.

It started out kinda sweet. How did we get to this in three seconds? He’s sucking on my neck and my nails are scouring down his back. We’re going at it like we both didn’t just orgasm five minutes ago. His hands slide down to squeeze my ass before he grasps my thighs to lift them around his waist, positioning me right where he wants me so he can grind his cock against me. I decide at that very second that I will not end the arrangement until I have sex with him. I’m not a skinny girl. I’m not dainty or petite. I’m a voluptuous ass bitch and he just lifted me off the ground like I weigh nothing. That tells me he has the ability to fuck me into the wall...and I’m going to wait for that.

Heat levels are reaching scorching when the elevator dings and the doors open. He abruptly ends the kiss and sets me back down on the floor.

“So, that escalated quickly,” he says as we head back to the main reception desk.

“Yep.”

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