Page 13 of Die for You (Kiss or Kill #2)

Lenny steps forward, and I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, taking it off. A moan slips past my lips when I see his bare chest.

The dark hair on his pecs, trickling down his stomach and into his low-slung jeans, turns me on so much. It’s all man. His abs look to be carved from granite, and the urge to run my tongue over each hardened bump has me rubbing my legs together to stop the burn between my thighs.

His jeans sit low, exposing his V-muscle that I like oh, so very much.

His messy hair, heavy growth, and hungry-as-fuck eyes will be the death of me.

And he knows it.

He runs his palms down the tops of my thighs. He stops when he reaches my knees.

Our eyes lock.

I hold my breath.

In one swift move, Lenny flips me over so my chest is splayed out on the counter with my ass poised high in the air. He yanks down my underwear, and without a word, he spanks me.

I jolt at the force because he is far from gentle, which is exactly what I want.

The sting burns, and when he brings his hand down a second time, it radiates all the way to my pussy.

He spreads my legs, drops to his knees, and eats me out from behind. He grips my thighs, holding me prisoner. I grasp the edge of the counter and arch my back, granting him deeper access to every part of me.

He spreads my ass, opening me up wide, and buries his face between my cheeks. He uses his tongue in ways that have me screaming at the top of my lungs.

He doesn’t allow me a reprieve. My cries only spur him on further.

He scoops a hand under my belly and coaxes my hips backward so I’m riding his face as he’s eating my ass. My clit is throbbing. I desperately need a release.

Reaching down, I begin playing with myself while Lenny teases my back entrance with his tongue by using a circular motion before slowly tunneling into me.

I open to him like a flower in bloom.

Something which some may see as taboo is nothing but carnal hunger between Lenny and me. The fact we can engage in something so depraved and for it to feel so good only heightens everything I’m feeling.

He suddenly shoots up and flips me over so my back now rests on the counter.

I don’t stop pleasuring myself.

Lenny watches in utter desire and soon joins me as he unfastens his jeans. His cock is hard and glistening from the pre-cum that coats his thick head. He strokes his shaft, his eyes fixated on my sex.

Lifting my shoulders from the counter, I watch Lenny jerk himself off.

The sight is utterly erotic.

He strokes himself leisurely, the sound of his rhythm intensifying everything tenfold.

I drop my head back to the counter and squeeze my eyes shut, listening to the impassioned low moans slipping past Lenny’s lips as well as his hand stroking his cock.

I spread my legs wider and dig my heels into the counter as I increase the speed of my fingers.

My clit throbs, and my nipples are erect.

My pussy is so wet. The familiar burn begins to burn low in my belly.

I finger myself harder and faster, desperate to come, and I almost do, but the air is ripped from my lungs when I’m yanked down the counter only to be thrust back up it.

My brain doesn’t have time to catch up because my body wins the race when Lenny sinks his thick, hard dick into me.

He doesn’t move.

He allows me to adjust to his girth.

He bends and takes my right nipple into his mouth. He knows this drives me wild.

I squirm, wishing for him to move.

My body is begging for a release.

Opening my eyes, I peer up at Lenny.

The dim light behind his broad shoulders illuminates him in a way that is almost angelic. But when he seizes my hips and fucks me with ferocity, that ethereal glow fades and I am in the strong arms of the devil.

The force of his strokes is so wild, they propel me up the counter. I am lax and take everything he gives because the harder he fucks, the closer I am to coming all over his throbbing cock. His punishing grasp on my hips is sure to leave bruises, and the thought has me mewling for more.

He releases my hips, only to loop his hands behind my knees, using them as anchors so I can bounce on his cock. He hits me hard and deep, so deep that each time he sinks into me, he robs me of air.His thrusts are impassioned, as well as hate-filled.

We love to hate one another.

And we hate the way we love one another.

He fucks me like an animal, not holding back.

I can’t stand it.

It’s too much.

The sight.

The smell.

The feel of him.

The veins in his thick neck are taut. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bulge from the intensity of his strokes.

He hits me in just the right way, and my hypersensitive body doesn’t stand a chance.

I come loudly.

Starlight flashes behind my eyes, which are squeezed shut. My body undulates in pure ecstasy. My heart threatens to burst from my chest. I can’t get air fast enough, but Lenny doesn’t care.

He pulls out, drops to his knees, and eats my delicate pussy.

I scream, tugging at his hair in pleasure and a lick of pain. But he doesn’t stop. He sucks my clit, flicking his tongue over it. I squirm, unsure if I can take any more.

He spreads my legs wide open, licking my labia up and down and side to side, before driving his tongue deep into my sex. He suckles my clit, before using two fingers to rub over it.

I try to shift away, but Lenny holds me in place, and before long, I’m turned on again.

I want more.

And more he gives.

He hooks his arms under my knees and yanks them wide open.

He places a kiss over my sex before trailing kisses along my inner thigh and across my knee, where he then licks a path down my calf.

He takes hold of my ankle and peers up at me while he sucks my big toe into his mouth and twirls his tongue around it.

I lean up on my elbows and watch him closely.

I am nothing but worshipped.

Every inch of my heated flesh jolts and spasms with each touch.

He moves over to the other leg, kissing my ankle, before licking all the way upward. I cup his handsome face as he’s still on his knees before me, a gesture of surrender.The sight touches me, and nostalgia overwhelms me, right in the pit of my stomach where our miracle is.

I grapple with the moral decision. Do I tell him?

I know it would change things.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, still on his knees.

“Let’s run away together. Forget who we are and what we’ve done and start over.”

Lenny’s eyes soften. “That sounds like a nice dream. But that’s all it’ll ever be.”

“Why can’t we?”

“You know why,” he replies, saddened.

“I know, but can’t we forget?”

“I wish we could.”

And there is the answer I always knew to be true.

This is why I can never tell Lenny.

This is really it.

“Ti amo.”

“Ti amo anch’io. Per sempre.”

He said he’ll love me forever, but our forever comes with an expiration date.

I drag him up and smash my mouth over his. He kisses me back with passion and love, but also an undertone of sadness.

I don’t know why, but Lenny and I just don’t work. I wish we did, but we never can.

Coming to a stand, I pull back and closely examine his beautiful face.

I run a finger across his furrowed brow, down his strong nose, which no longer has a nose ring in it, and last, over his lips.

My heart is melancholy. To love someone this much only to let them go seems like a waste because this sort of love is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love.

Perhaps we will meet again in another lifetime, where things will be simple.

But for now…it’s goodbye.

So…if that’s the case, then let it be a farewell we will never forget.

I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth.

He threads his fingers through my hair and uses it as reins as he controls the speed and how deeply I take him in. He coaxes me to take as much as I can before gagging. I try to pull away, but he keeps my head down, groaning when he hits the back of my throat.

He releases me, and I pull away, gasping for air.

As I peer up at him from under my lashes, he slaps my cheek.

Not hard.

But with enough force to feel it.

I like it.

I also like when he grips the front of my throat and forces me back down onto his cock.

This is all consensual. The rougher the play, the more aroused I become. Lenny understands my needs because they are parallel to his.

Placing my hands on his upper thighs to support myself, I deep throat him. Saliva dribbles from the corners of my mouth.

It’s so primitive.

He thrusts his hips, fucking my face while talking dirty to me in Italian. He pushes the back of my head down on his cock, then draws it back off so I can gasp in air. When I do, he drives me back down.

I am so wet by his passion.

His cock is hard and heavy in my mouth. Every time he throbs against my tongue, I suck harder and deeper. I want him to come, but he makes it apparent that when he does, it won’t be in my mouth.

He yanks me up from under the arms and kisses me passionately. We bite, lick, suck, and scratch at the other, desperate to eat one another alive.

He bites over my racing pulse at the side of my neck.

I score my fingernails down his back.

He bends me over the counter, swiping a glass fruit bowl off it and smashing it to the ground. Apples and oranges roll all over the floor. The mess we’re making is reflective of us—a silent chaos.

Lenny places his thumb against my back entrance, slowly wedging his way in.

I squirm, but he leans against my back and whispers, “If this is it, then I want to own every part of you.”

I understand his possession, so I relax as best I can, but it’s a tight fit.

The organic honey-scented body lotion I bought from the market sits within reach. Lenny reaches for it and unscrews the lid. He scoops out a blob on his fingers, and I gulp when he places it where his thumb was.

The feeling is neither unpleasant nor particularly pleasing.

My muscles give way, and Lenny inserts a finger.

I gasp and grip the counter tightly.

“Sei bella.”

He knows his Italian calms me, so I close my eyes and lose myself to his words, as well as the feeling of being owned by the man I will forever love.

“Sarai sempre mia. Saremo sempre una cosa sola.”

Hearing Lenny say I will always be his and we will always be one is my undoing. I arch my back, encouraging him to replace his fingers with his cock.

He presses the tip against me, and when I inhale, he slowly inches into me. Only on my exhale does he slide all the way in.

A cry leaves me because I feel so full. It hurts, but it hurts so good.

He grips my hips, and slowly, he begins to move.

It burns, and I am scared something is wrong because it feels so tight, but when Lenny reaches around and begins playing with my clit, I loosen up, and it feels good.

He encourages me to bounce back and meet him thrust for thrust. We go slow at first, until I find my rhythm. We speed it up, but Lenny ensures he isn’t too rough.

“Feel good?” he asks, kissing my neck and shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Good, tesoro mio . You feel fucking incredible. This is mine.” And he slaps my ass cheek.

I grunt as it’s sure to leave a handprint.

“This is mine.” He slaps over my pussy.

I jolt at the force.

He commences fucking me harder.

I let go and surrender to everything because we will never be this way again.

Tears trickle down my cheeks at the thought.

I’m not dead inside after all.

“And this is mine.” He places his hand over my heart.

He fucks me without remorse, rubbing my clit with as much passion.

It’s too much.

I explode with a sob, crying tears of joy and sadness.

Lenny pumps into me wildly, and before long, he follows suit and comes with a roar inside me.

I collapse onto the counter with him cradling my back, and it’s here that we stay, breathless and sated, knowing this was our final goodbye.

And for good this time.