Ecstasy

Cock & Blocking

"Bodies 

Let's use them up 'til every piece is gone." 

- Excerpt from Talking Body by Tove Lo

Lorenzo's hand moves to begin fumbling with the hem of my shirt.

He continues kissing me roughly, exploring my mouth with his sensual tongue.

Shit, this is nice as hell.

We're on the counter in the kitchen and even though we aren't supposed to be having sex anywhere except the bedroom, he, frankly didn't care. His excuse is that he pays the bills, he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

Enzo lifts my tank up, exposing my breast and licks one of my erect nipples.

"I can't stand just watching these through that flimsy tank," he grumbles and he licks the other one, then licks his lips erotically.

I grab onto his shoulders tightly, feeling his muscles flex underneath my touch.

Lorenzo's shirt is already off. I mean he does sleep like that. The only reason we're here about to have sex right is because he came down while I was eating a banana and he ended up getting hard.

I promise you, I didn't have anything to do with that.

He tried to hide the fact that he ended up getting hard but he's wearing sweatpants so it doesn't help anything.

He goes back up, letting go of my tank. My tank isn't loose so it bunches up above my breast. He kisses me on the neck and sucks on the delicate skin.

He has some obsession with putting hickies on me because, when I need to go to work, it's a struggle to cover them up causing me to spend 10 or 15 minutes on make-up to make sure it's not exposed.

We connect lips again and he fondles my breast while I caress his back, gently running my nails against it. Based on small shivers he gives, it must tickle him.

His body is delicious, I can eat it any day and all day, probably how he feels about my body as well.

He moves even closer to me and our bodies are pressed together. I can feel the warmth transferring from his body into my own, well boobs since they're pressed tightly against him.

"Shit, I can't wait to fuck you," he teases and I bite my lip, nodding my head excitedly.

Us having sex is like therapy to me.

He grabs the hem of his sweatpants and boxer waistband and he begins to pull them down when the bell rings.

We both look at each other in confusion, well mostly me, because Lorenzo looks more pissed than anything.

It's not anyone living here because they have the key to the house and they would just, you know, enter inside without ringing the doorbell.

"Ignore what's happening," he tells me and he begins to pull down my underwear.

I do want to ignore the ringing. I really want to have sex with him right now.

However, the ringing is getting persistent and it's getting on my last nerves. I really want to punch the living shit out of the person who doesn't know when people aren't fucking home.

I push him off and hop off the counter.

"Are you fucking serious? Kto, chert voz'mi, stoit u chertovoy dveri?" he grumbles and he leans against the counter. It makes sense though, he can't exactly answer the door because he's rock-hard.