MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

FOOLING AROUND

That's it, Enzo thought as he looked over him. He got him at his mercy. He showed himself up so much that there was no way to get out of this decently. They got out of the lift. Enzo pushed him inside.

- Come back. Your fiancee is going to worry.

- Oh, my little bitch -he sighed getting out of the lift-. You know I would shag you if that's what you want. You know it, don't you?

He felt ridiculous but nodded. Lars cupped his face between his hands. Enzo grabbed them fiercely. Lars put his lips over his forehead some seconds. Enzo closed his eyes and moaned helplessly.

- You've wanted this way -he said after a while staring at him.

He grabbed his hand with that familiar force. Enzo's stomach squirmed.

- Where are we going?

- I'm gonna fuck you and then you're leaving, ok?

Enzo nodded without any will. Lars led him fast without explaining till they got to the garage where he had his car.

- Jump into -he said using his key.

- Didn't you say you've never fucked in a car?

- Get into now -he said with not an ounce of humour in his voice and face.

Lars sat him on his lap. He pulled down his pants till his calves and did the same with his pants. He drew apart Enzo's underpants's fabric and plunged into him. After some insecurity seconds his body reacted quickly to his sharp incursion. He had penetrated him with no foreplays. Enzo grabbed with both hands to the steering wheel in search of some support. Lars grabbed the hollow behind his knees to drive him deeper into him. Enzo whined as though he was falling to the void. In a way he was falling.

Lars stared with serene face at his body swinging, driven by him. He wanted Enzo would be satisfied soon but his body was enraged till it was all over in a freeing explosion.

- Are you feeling better? -he wanted to know with his face serious, placing one hand over one of his flushed cheeks, from behind.

He nodded breathless.

- I gotta go back -Lars said.

He untied him sharply. He arranged his tiny underpants and pulled him against his chest. Enzo led his hand to his sex, caressed it as though it was the tender head of a baby. Lars lifted his chin making him to look up and smiled faintly. Enzo was still caressing him down there. He drew his hand apart firmly.

- You got what you wanted -he said pulling up his fly.

- No –he complained crashing into him-. No...

- What do you want, Enzo? -he got restless, drawing apart.

- I want you to be hard with me. Very hard.

He stressed it and his feverish eyes fixed on him.

- Are you serious?

- I need it.

His lips trembled faintly on saying it. The glow in Lars's eyes was greater than any other glow seen before. It was the triumph glowing. After piercing him with his cold blue eyes, was going to leave.

- But, are you leaving? -he took him tightly by the forearm.

- Very sharp -he said as only answer.

- What did I do wrong?

- Oh, it's not your fault you have fallen in love with me.

- But, what are you saying? You have been searching me, who invited me to the lift...