I Like it Better When it Hurts

I Like It Better When It Hurts 5/?


The Haunted Star was packed. Since Luke had been gone the casino hours were more stable and business was booming. Something Lorenzo enjoyed because it meant spending more one on one time with Skye.

“All alone?” Lorenzo asks as he slides in the booth next to Skye.

“Not anymore.” she answers.

“Mad that I left you to fend off the Quartermaine’s?”

“No.” Skye breathes. “Because I’m going to let you make it up to me.”

“How?” Lorenzo asks as he slides closer to her. “Another go round on the roulette table?”

“Maybe later.”

“What do you have in mind?” he asks. “Because if I remember correctly you enjoyed the roulette table very much.”

Her eyes sparkle. “I remember.”

Without warning her hand moves onto his thigh and then climbs further up slowly caressing him through the fabric of his dress pants. Her fingers move up and down on him lightly as she begins to feel him grow beneath her touch. “Also remember you panting and moaning beneath me.” she adds.

Enticed by her blatant gesture his hand covers hers forcing her to caress him harder as he grows all the more under her touch. Lorenzo brings his mouth next to her ear. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” he warns.

“Oh, I plan to finish you.” she promises him. Her mouth covers his viciously as they both continue to stimulate him through the material of his pants. He’s only intending on taking this so far out in the open, but she has other plans. She shoves his hand away, her mouth moves next to his ear. “So hard.” she breathes. He attempts to remove her hand, but she fights him off. She squeezes him hard making his hips buck forward. “I really wanna touch you.”

“You’re are touching me.”

“Skin to skin.”

“Skye.” he rasps against her neck. “Don’t tease.”

“You’re pants look tight.” she teases. “You must be so uncomfortable.”

“Baby, please.” he pleads. “Please stop, I can’t take much more.”

“I need to touch you.” she tells him as her movements get more aggressive. “Please.” Skye wants more, touching him through the fabric of his trousers isn’t enough. She brings her mouth up next to his ear. “I want you so bad.” she whispers.

A borderline expression of pain crosses Lorenzo’s face as her hand caresses him. “Take it out.” he hisses into her ear.

Not having to be told twice Skye unzips his trousers and frees the arousal she’s longed to touch. Finally have skin to skin contact is divine. Her fist closes tightly around him moving over him in a slow rhythm. “Much better.” she sighs.

The expression of pain and pleasure on Lorenzo’s face heightens when the rhythm of her hand job gets rougher and rougher causing him to bite his lip to keep from moaning. She’s painting them into an impossible situation. There’s no way he can walk out without relief. Lorenzo looks around and notices that they’re in a secluded area and that most of the patrons were either gambling or at the bar. “Get on top of me.” he demands.

“What?” she asks.

“Slide your skirt up and climb on top of me.”

“The Casino is packed.” she admonishes.

“Now.” he demands. “I need you now.”

She moves her thumb over the tip of his arousal smearing the bead of moisture she finds there. “You have me.” she reminds him as her hand travels down his thick shaft and then back up again.

“Wet?” he asks as he pulls her closer and closer to him. He knocks her hand away and reaches up under her dress. “Very.” he verifies moving the soaked silk out of the way. Lorenzo quickly plunges two finger inside of her causing Skye to swallow a moan of appreciation. He continues to twist his fingers delightfully inside of her wanting to see just how much she could take.

Skye bites down on her bottom lip as his fingers quickly work back and forth. “So have you reconsidered?” Lorenzo asks. His eyes move down to her slightly heaving breasts knowing full well the effect he was having on her.

He brushes his thumb against her clit and she bites down on her lip harder, this time drawing blood. Lorenzo covered her mouth with his licking the few drops away. “Get on top of me!” he demands again.

This time Skye does as he asks, slowly sliding her skirt up her thighs and then moving to straddle him. Heat emanates between them as she grinds herself against him. Lorenzo reaches between them and pushes the silk barrier out of the way. He quickly guides his manhood to her sopping wet core, gripping her hips roughly as he thrusts into her.

“Damn you!” he hisses in her ear as he pulls her hips roughly against him, trying to not to draw attention to them and their situation. “You’re going to pay for this later.”

She clenches around him tightly causing him to stifle a moan. “I certainly hope so.”

“Damn.” he breathes, thrusting into her body impatiently. Frantic and erratic movements drive them both to release.

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Lorenzo’s tongue invades her mouth possessively and exquisitely and the only thing she can think of is him going down on her. Using his talented mouth to drive her delirious with pleasure.

He pushes Skye backward towards Luke’s bedroom. Once inside he pulls her backside tightly against him. “Did you enjoy the public sex??” he asks as his hands slide down the front of her blouse to cup her breasts, thoroughly kneading them through the fabric.

She let’s out a soft moan. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” he tells her letting his right hand travel down to her thigh where he pushes the material of her skirt farther and farther up until his fingertips reach her silk covered center. Lorenzo roughly rips the silk from her body, the sound of the tearing turning their body heat up all the more.

Skye draws in a sharp breath as he moves his fingers back and forth. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” she breathes.

“Good.” he mumbles against her neck as his fingertips continue to caress her. “So wet.”

“Mmm.” she moans as she closes her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“You like that?”

“You know I do.” she breathes.

He brings his other hand down to rest on her hip, her head falls back against his shoulder giving him more access to her inviting neck. Lorenzo licks up her neck and pushes himself against her as he thrusts his fingers inside of her. She moans in pleasure. His breath is like fire against her neck. “You’re drenched.” he tells her.

His left hand moves away from her hip and up under the fabric of her shirt, his hand glides slowly up until it reaches her lace covered breast. Lorenzo kneads the firm flesh in his hand and suddenly realizes the position wasn’t going to work. He withdraws his fingers and she whimpers at the loss of contact. Before she has the chance to complain any farther she’s perched up against the dresser, her clothes have been ripped off and he’s spreading her thighs with his hands.

Lorenzo’s lips capture her right nipple, placing several kisses on it before licking over it with his tongue. Her hands thread in his hair as his hand finds it’s way back between her aching thighs. He caresses her with his fingertips as he moves his mouth to the opposite breast.

“Lorenzo.” she moans. “This is torture.”

“You think this is torture?” he asks. “I’m so hard right now I can’t think straight.”

“The harder the better.” she tells him.

Lorenzo undoes his pants and frees his thick arousal, he takes Skye’s hand and guides it to him. “Feel what you do to me.” Her hand closes firmly around his shaft and she begins to work her hand up and down. After a few long strokes Lorenzo places his hand tightly over hers adding to the pressure.

He picks her up and carries her over to the bed, laying her down and then covering her body with his. Within seconds she pins him beneath her, her warm mouth invading his. After a few moments Lorenzo pulls away from her and guides her head downward, holding onto her hair. He feels her warm breath against his straining arousal and then her hot mouth closing around his tip.

“Oh, yes, that’s it baby.” he moans.

Her open mouth slides down onto his shaft, taking in inch by inch of him until he’s completely down her throat. Her muscles tighten around him, soothing the ache of his arousal. Lorenzo grips her hair even tighter between his fingers as he moves her head back and fourth until his fingers gave a final tug and he explodes down her throat.

Skye releases him from her mouth and Lorenzo take’s the liberty of removing the rest of his clothing and pushes her flat onto her back. “In a hurry?” she asks as his hand quickly makes its way between her legs.

“I’m a desperate man.” he tells her as he moves his fingertips from her clit to the center of her desire gently make circles around the engorged opening. “Tell me, Skye, are you this wet for any other man?

“No.” she licks her lips.

He knows exactly what to say to get her going. He knows exactly how to touch her. With his fingertips he traces small circles on the inside of her right thigh and then her left. His hand moves upward to touch her, his hand is so close to her sex. Instead he bypasses the slick opening and the swollen bundle of nerves until he reaches the area just above the red patch of curls. His fingertips caress her skin lightly, but make no attempts to move any lower.

She knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s teasing her, making her wait because of the little game she began in the casino. And she knows he knows that she’s desperate for stimulation. Desperate for his touch. “Lorenzo, please.” she manages to whimper.

“Please what?” he asks.

“Please.” she whimpers again. “Please touch me.”

The swollen ache between her thighs is unbearable. She can literally feel herself throbbing with desire. She can feel the fluid on her body, she knows she’s drenched and desperate and that Lorenzo is enjoying seeing her squirm.

“I am touching you.” he tells her as he continues the circles on her lower abdomen.

“Lower.” she breathes.

His fingers trail down the patch of curls and down to her clit. He presses two fingers against her and massages hard. “Like this.”

“Yes.” she moans.

Lorenzo halts his movements and moves his fingers lower coating them in her slick juices before bringing them back up to her clit.

“Fuck me.” she demands.

“How?”

“Your fingers, your mouth, I don’t care.”

Lorenzo plunges two of his fingers inside her, relentlessly working them in and out until she’s sobbing in pleasure. Finally when she doesn’t think she can take it anymore his replaces his fingers with his mouth. Soft strokes with his tongue drive her over the edge, her hands grip the bed clothes firmly as she moans incoherently. Lorenzo sucks her clit into his mouth stimulating her until she hits orgasm, hard.

He moves back up her body but continues to caress her, spreading her warm juices along the length of her sex, lubricating her. After nudging her legs apart he slides in between them and then pushes himself inside of her. He plunges into her hard, over and over again not even giving her time to meet his thrusts. The way he’s moving is deliberate and selfish, wanting nothing more to bury himself inside of her as deep as he can. And Skye just lets him not because she’s scared of him or because she thinks he might hurt her but because she enjoys it. Rough, unadulterated, passionate, raw sex.

Lorenzo labors over her, his weight secured in the palm of his hands, pounding into her as fast and as hard and as deep as he can. And he doesn’t even try to slow down when he feels her body clenching around his he just continues his thrusts loving the extra momentary tightness. When her body relaxes around him he’s comforted by the warm liquid that’s been released and he barely has to move because she’s even more slippery now than she was when she was riding his fingers.

Skye begins to lift her hips, meeting his delirious movements. All his frustrations are being worked out as he drives into her again and again using every ounce of energy he has. Her nails claw his back slashing his skin open, but he doesn’t care. Underneath him she writhes, her lower body makes violent contact with his. Sweat begins to drip and Lorenzo feels the sting when it reaches the scratches on his back, at this point he’d have to be shot in order for him to stop. He’s on fire and in a dangerous proximity of spontaneous combustion.

Forcing himself inside of her tight, wet, heat only makes him want more and more, an insatiable need, trying to fill a hole that can never be filled. They’re both sticky with sweat and it only adds to their movement. The way in which she grinds her hips against his rubs her hardened clit in exactly the right way, sending what feels like bolts of lighting throughout her body.

The room is filled with all sorts of sounds. Panting. Moaning. Groaning. Grunting. Huffing. Gasping. Screaming. Commanding. Demanding. Some sounds are less obvious. The way the bed creeks. The way it slams against the wall. The slapping of their bodies as they move together briskly.

And they know that in the morning there are going to be bruises. Big black and blue and purple ones. The kind that slowly fade into brown and green and yellow.

Lorenzo is moments past release, but he banishes the thought because the temptation of being hard and buried to her hilt is more appealing at the moment than a few seconds of relinquish. Pounding himself into her forcefully as she wildly bucks her hips against his begging him not to stop, to never stop is almost more than he can take. Her velvety walls contract against his rigid member once again, squeezing him tight. She screams his name out and it bounces off the walls of the cabin before she becomes limp beneath him and he wills himself not to give in.

He holds off for almost another sixty seconds before his hardness starts to jerk inside her. After giving several, short, fast strokes he feels the power of his ecstacy and gives in, pouring himself deep into her awaiting body. Lorenzo collapses directly on top of her and she welcomes the added weight. He places a kiss on her left shoulder and then moves off of her and onto his back. Ragged breathing fills the room as they struggle to regain their composure.

TBC...