Faster Dirtier (Take Me...#5) (A Team Ferrelli Novel)

by Colleen Masters

  His brooding eyes blaze as they snap my way. I can feel the heat of his gaze as it moves up and down my body, lingering on my curves before settling on my face. Enzo’s face breaks into a genuine smile as he wraps an arm around my waist.

  “You came,” he murmurs, laying a daring kiss on my neck.

  “Of course,” I breathe, surprised and delighted by his intimate touch. I glance around the bar, as if expecting to find a paparazzo lingering in the corner.

  “You can relax,” he tells me, “I made sure no one would find us here. Besides, no one knows to hunt us down together, do they?”

  “I suppose not,” I allow, pressing my body to his side. “I see you have two drinks again. Mind if I have one this time around?”

  “By all means,” he tells me.

  We each take up a glass, clinking them together before taking long, luxurious tastes. A perfect dirty martini. As if this night couldn’t get any better.

  I’m amazed by how comfortable it feels, being here with Enzo. We make quick work of our drinks, stealing glances at each other over the rims of our glasses I lean into his embrace as he keeps his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. It feels like we’ve known each other for years, not days. But then, we’ve certainly squeezed quite a bit of action into this first week, haven’t we? And it’s only Friday night.

  “You look incredible,” he tells me.

  “You don’t look too shabby yourself,” I reply, running a finger along his scruffy jaw. “I love some stubble on a man.”

  “And I love a dirty mouth on a woman,” he murmurs, letting his hand skirt down over the rise of my ass. “Those texts of yours gave me plenty to think about this week, Ace.”

  “Yeah?” I ask, taking a long swig of my drink. “Well, thinking is nice and all. But right now, I don’t think it’s the thought that counts.”

  “Actions speak louder than words, huh?” Enzo grins, pulling me onto his lap right there at the bar. “Well, I promise you—my actions will have you screaming louder than you ever have before the night is out.”

  “If I may borrow a phrase from you,” I whisper, “Prove it.”

  Without another word, Enzo plants me lightly on my feet and waves down the bartender. “Send two more of these up to room 503,” he orders. “We’ll be waiting.”

  Enzo’s fingers lace through mine, and all at once he’s leading me to the golden elevators on the other side of the lobby. I was too nervous to eat dinner, so the first martini is already hitting me harder than it might otherwise. Between the buzz and the anticipation of being alone with Enzo, I feel like I’m walking on air.

  We slip into the elevator car, and the doors whisper shut behind us. In the very instant it occurs to me that we’re truly alone at last, my back hits the wall of the car, Enzo’s body pinning me in place. He kisses my neck deeply as my head falls back, a low moan rising in my throat. His hands run down my sides, slipping down over the firm rise of my ass. I gasp as he hikes my dress up from behind, sliding his hands over my bare ass. His fingers dig into me as pulls my body to his, letting me feel the hard rise between his legs.

  “Is that all for me?” I grin, laying my hands on that incredible length.

  “You know it is,” he says, running his hands up along my back.

  “Good,” I murmur, “I can’t wait to take every inch of it.”

  The elevator dings as a groan escapes his lips. I’m surprised he doesn’t just sling me over his shoulder and carry me to the room, he’s so turned on. Instead, we make a game out of acting composed as we traipse down the hallway, not even holding hands. I lean casually against the wall as he unlocks the door to room 503. I stride across the threshold, but stop short as I take in the space that opens before me. I have about two seconds to gaze upon the high-ceilinged, elegant interior, the hardwood floors and deep red walls, before Enzo scoops me up into his strong arms.

  I feel myself spinning in the air as he whips me around to face him. Locking my ankles around his tapered hips, I bring my mouth to his in a hard, searing kiss. I kick off my heels as Enzo steps out of his loafers and dress socks. When the socks come off, it can only mean one thing. In three long strides, he carries me across the room, laying me out on the dark crimson bedspread. He kneels over me, every cell in his body straining with want of me. I let my knees inch open as he comes closer, and closer—

  Until a sharp knock rings out from the door, and a voice calls, “Room service!”

  We laugh, both having totally forgotten about our second round of drinks. Enzo hurries to answer the door and receive our two martinis as I tuck my legs beneath me on the sprawling king sized bed. He sits down beside me and hands me the drink.

  “We just can’t seem to catch a break, can we?” he laughs gruffly, his erection still throbbing beneath his slacks.

  “Well, what do you expect from a forbidden affair?” I ask theatrically, doing my best old Hollywood starlet impression.

  “I never expected any of this,” he says seriously, sipping his drink as he runs a finger down my bare arm. “I never expected you. When I saw you at the party that first night...It was like there was something in you that I recognized. In that whole sea of happy shiny faces, it’s like yours was the only honest one. You stood out like a beacon. You still do.”

  “Until all this fame ruins me anyway, right?” I ask, sidling closer to him.

  “Nothing could ever ruin you. Not for me,” he says, his voice riding low in his chest. “I hardly even know you yet, Ainsley. But I’ve been living on the very edge of death long enough to know a thing or two about living. And you, Ace, are truly alive.”

  “That’s funny,” I whisper, “Because it feels like this is the first night of my life.”

  Keeping my eyes trained on his, I settle onto my knees before him. I take a deep swig of my martini, then dip the tip of my finger into the glass. I bring my fingertip to my chest, letting a drop spill down between my breasts. Enzo’s eyes are on fire with lustful amazement as I lick the gin off my finger.

  “You still thirsty?” I grin.

  Without a word, Enzo snatches up our drinks and sets them aside. Burying a strong hand in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my neck and chest to him. Keeping his eyes on mine, he wraps an arm around the small of my back and brings his mouth to my chest. His tongue runs along the space between my small but firm breasts, lapping up the drop of booze. A great shudder runs through me as he licks along my skin, and a smile breaks out over his face.

  “Time for you to see what this mouth of mine can really do to you,” he growls, guiding my body down onto the bed. He lays me out before him on my back. My chest rises and falls dramatically as he kneels over me, admiring every inch of my body. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?” he murmurs, running his hands down the length of my body.

  “Sure,” I smile, “But no one’s ever made me feel as sexy as you do.”

  “Good,” he says, shucking off his sport coat. “Because all I want is to make you to feel amazing, Ace.”

  I watch in stunned silence as Enzo pulls off his shirt, revealing his defined, rippling torso to me in all its glory. As if in a daze, I reach for him, skimming my fingertips over each cut muscle, tracing the lines of his many tattoos.

  “I have a confession to make,” I whisper, as he lowers that gorgeous body toward mine.

  “Oh yeah?” he replies, easing the thin straps of my dress down over my shoulders.

  “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you undressed,” I breathe.

  He tugs down the neckline of my little black dress, his eyes fixed on my bare breasts. It takes him a second to even register what I’ve said.

  “What do you mean?” he asks, easing the dress down my waist, my hips.

  “The night of the launch party,” I go on, struggling to form words as he strips me, “I saw you through my bedroom window. Just as you stepped out of the shower. I saw everything.”

  “You dirty little spy,” he grins, tugging off my dress with one swift m
otion. All I’ve got on now is my tiny red lace thong. “You’ve already seen me naked? Well. Then it’s about time we evened the score.”

  I hold my breath as Enzo lowers his mouth toward my aching sex, closing his teeth around my barely-there panties. With excruciating slowness, he pulls the scant garment down my legs, revealing my entire body to his lusty gaze. He tosses my panties away, planting his hands on my lean thighs. I almost come on the spot as he pushes back on my legs, spreading me wide open before him on the bed.

  “Jesus,” he breathes, his fingers tightening around my flesh. “Just look at you.”

  “I’m too busy looking at you,” I whisper. “Let me see all of you. Please.”

  “In a minute,” he replies with a grin, “Right now, I just can’t help myself...”

  Before I can ask him what he means, his beautiful face has dipped down between my legs. My eyes flutter closed in wordless bliss as I feel his warm breath against my wet, throbbing sex. He kisses along the crease of my thigh, mere inches away from where I want to feel him most. I can feel his lips against me, working me into a frenzy. Just when I think I can’t take another moment of teasing, I feel that capable tongue trace along the length of my eager pussy.

  “Holy fuck,” I whisper, my eyes flying open as Enzo slips two fingers inside of me.

  “You like that, Ace?” he growls, flexing his fingers against that soft, tender place inside of me. A deep, warm pulse of pleasure blooms in my core as touches me. “Then you’ll love this.”

  His words fall away as he zeroes in on that hard nub, the epicenter of my bliss. I cry out as the tip of his tongue glances against my clit, tracing long circles around the tender button. His fingers caress my most intimate flesh as he bears down on my clit with his tongue. I grab onto the bedspread as he works me over, and the low rumble of pleasure inside of me grows into a deafening roar. My hips buck wildly as his fingers pulse against my g-spot, his tongue kneading my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I can feel my knees begin to tremble as my orgasm builds, threatening to spill over.

  “Enzo,” I gasp, “I’m there. I’m gonna—”

  But my words melt into a wordless moan as he closes his lips around my clit and sucks hard. Just like he promised. I come like crazy as a shudder of sensation tears through my body. Enzo grabs hold of my hips as I lose myself in the wave of pleasure. I feel his tongue flush against my pussy, licking up every drop of my powerful, sweeping bliss. His eyes flick up to mine as the orgasm passes through me, leaving my body raw and buzzing in its wake.

  “How...What...” I mutter, amazed into incoherence.

  “I told you. I’m good at two things,” he smiles, giving me a swift, hard kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, his tongue. It’s almost too sexy. “And I happen to be the best driver in the world. So you can imagine…”

  “Yeah?” I grin, reaching up and tearing his belt buckle open. “Well, if you’ll recall, I’m a pretty excellent driver myself.”

  I tug Enzo’s slacks down over his firm ass, and he kicks them away entirely. His black boxer briefs are no match for the raging hardness of his cock. I’m overcome with a need to take his member in my hands, and push the briefs down over his hips. With reverence, I take in the sight of his massive, pulsating manhood. It’s even more beautiful up close. Lying naked beneath him, I wrap my fingers around his staggering length. A low, rasping sound rises from my throat as I work my hands down his thick shaft, marveling all the while.

  Enzo is suspended over me, balancing on his muscled forearms, as I stroke his impressive cock. With every move I make I can feel him growing harder, more ready. Some tiny part of me wonders how my petite frame could possibly accommodate such a massive specimen—but I’m sure we’ll figure it out.

  “Lay back,” I whisper, easing myself out from under him.

  Enzo rolls his incredible body back onto the bedspread as I swing a leg over him. He’s easily twice my size, and being on top of him like this is a thrill in itself. His cock stands straight out, throbbing with desire. For perhaps the first time in my life, I can’t help myself. I have to taste him—my every cell demands it.

  “Oh god...” he murmurs, as I kneel between his legs and wrap my lips around the tip of him. I run my tongue all along the ridge of his head, savoring the feel of him inside my mouth. With both hands, I grip his shaft, moving up and down along his length. There’s no way I could ever fit all of him into my mouth, he’s just too massive. But little by little, I guide him inside, my tongue pressed flush against his stiff member.

  His fingers find their way into my hair, his grip tightening just enough so that I can feel it. I loose one hand to his balls, brushing my fingertips against the swollen sack as I work the rest of him with everything I’ve got. Just as the sharp taste of pre-cum dances along my tongue, I rise, poising myself above him. The tip of his cock brushes against my soaking wet slit as I straddle him on the bed, our gazes locked.

  He grabs onto my hips as I brace myself to take him inside of me. I hover there for just a moment, reveling in this moment of suspense. But in a second’s time, neither of us can take it any longer. I take a deep breath and slowly, carefully, lower myself onto his thick, pulsating member. His cock parts my pink, silky flesh as I ease onto him, his sure hands guiding me down. I can feel my body working hard to accommodate him, and steady myself with both hands on his chest. My mouth falls open in wonder as he splits me open, reaching deeper than anyone ever has before. At last, he’s buried all the way inside of me. His eyes are brimming with awe. Awe and blazing desire.

  “God, you feel so fucking good,” he marvels. “I could stay right here for days.”

  “I don’t think I can hold out that long,” I breathe, my hips rocking ever-so-slightly. This tiniest motion sends a ripple of delicious sensation through my body.

  “Slowly now,” he growls, holding my hips, “I don’t want to split that perfect body of yours in two.”

  He pulls himself up to leaning against the headboard so that I’m sitting in his lap. We rock into each other, slowly at first. I circle my arms around his shoulders, my breasts pillowing against his pecs. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I feel him sinking deeper. He can’t contain himself, now. Neither of us can. Holding me fast, he bucks his hips, driving harder and further into me with every pass. My head spins as he barrels into me, and I press right back with every powerful thrust. I’m bouncing on his massive cock, holding on for dear life as we ride each other hard. I let my head fall back between my shoulders as I balance on his pounding cock.

  All at once, I feel my back press hard against the bed as he lays me out, positioning his muscled body over mine. Never once do his pummeling, delicious thrusts cease as he lays on top of me, staring intently into my hazel eyes. With my ankles hooked firmly around the small of his back, I pull him deeper as his thrusts pick up speed. His eyes screw up with mounting bliss, and I know that he’s right on the edge. I grab hold of his incredible ass, tugging him hard with every pass. Before I can compose myself, I all but beg him:

  “Come inside of me. I want to feel you.”

  I don’t have to tell him twice. He drives in, his cock colliding with that most delicious, tender spot inside of me. We cry out in bliss together as he gushes into me, filling every inch of me with his hot, surging desire. Our eyes lock as we come, and my total sense of wonder and bliss is reflected there in his gaze. In this moment, if only for this moment, we are truly the only two people on the planet.

  Spent, we collapse into each other, our chests heaving. Enzo sprawls back across the bed, pulling me into the crook of his arm. I curl against his powerful body, resting my cheek on his chest. For the longest time, neither of us can seem to speak. And in truth, we don’t have to. In this moment, I feel utterly in sync with him. Totally understood. It’s...incredible.

  After what might be a minute or an hour, Enzo turns his face toward mine. With as much gentleness as I’ve ever seen in him, he lays a kiss on my lips. It’s a simple act, but nothing
has ever made me feel so taken care of after sleeping with someone. Rolling onto one elbow, Enzo reaches toward the bedside table. I laugh as he plucks up our barely-touched martinis and hands mine back to me.

  “Thanks, lover,” I smile, managing by some miracle not to spill the drink onto his bare chest as I take it in my trembling hands.

  “Of course,” he replies, taking up his drink as well. “Should we toast to something?”

  “I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” I laugh, leaning back against the headboard beside him.

  “How about...to us?” he suggests, laying a hand on my knee.

  “To us,” I agree, clinking my glass to his.

  We settle into a comfortable silence, our naked bodies side-by-side. Sipping my delicious cocktail, I marvel at how easy this all feels. Almost too good to be true, in fact.

  Don’t you dare think that, I chide myself. The second something seems too good to be true, it usually has a way of becoming just that. And I want more than anything for all of this to be real.

  Chapter Twelve

  We stay up all night, Enzo and I, falling into each other’s arms time and again. We give ourselves full reign, lavishing each other with all the attention we like. Even after just one week, there’s enough pent up sexual tension between us to last all night. But with every touch, every lick, every bite, my desire for Enzo only grows stronger. Instead of satisfying my need for him, sating me, tonight has only left me hungrier. And Enzo’s got quite the appetite as well, it would seem. His want of me is inextinguishable. Endless. And I’m not about to complain.

  Somewhere after our third round of drinks and fourth round of fucking, we lapse into a deep sleep. I haven’t slept this well since arriving in Italy. Hell, I’m not sure if I’ve slept this well in my entire life. Our naked limbs stay wrapped up through the night, until the moment when warm sunlight splays across my well-rested eyelids, rousing me from slumber.

  I glance over my shoulder, just to make sure I didn’t dream this all up. But to my delight, Enzo’s face rests on the pillow beside mine. I stare long and hard at his slumbering features. So often fixed in a grin or a scowl, his expression is so peaceful now. I’ll never stop being thankful that I get to see him like this, even if this is the one and only time.