Faster Dirtier (Take Me...#5) (A Team Ferrelli Novel) (13 page)

“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 motion. 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.

Oh god,
please don’t let this be the only time.

Moving slowly so as not to wake him, I roll out of bed and
tiptoe to the bathroom to wash up. Our clothes are lying everywhere, having
been flung off unceremoniously. I pluck up Enzo’s white dress shirt and slip
into the garment, absolutely swimming in it. Just wearing his shirt makes me
feel all cozy and protected, as if he was still embracing my sleeping form.

I pad toward the washroom, and let out a little gasp as my
foot slips on something sleek and shiny. Glancing down, I see that I’ve
accidentally stepped on Enzo’s cell. Scooping up the device, I check to make
sure that I haven’t cracked the screen. Examining the phone, I’m relieved to
see that it’s in one piece. But my fateful stomp jostled the cell out of sleep
mode, it would seem. Before I can look away, a new text message pops up on the
welcome screen.

Thank you again for coming
all the way out here this week. I’m so glad you’re as committed to this as I
am. I knew you’d be an amazing partner, but I have to say, you’ve outdone
yourself this time. I’ll never forget this, Enzo.

My stomach lurches as I stare down at the message. I haven’t
bothered Enzo for details about where he spent this last week. I just assumed
he was off being outdoorsy and blowing off some steam. But the text I’ve
stumbled onto tells a very different story. There’s no name attached to the
number, and my imagination immediately runs amok. What exactly is Enzo
committed to? To whom has he proven himself an amazing partner?

I know I have no right to be jealous. It’s not like we asked
after each others’ relationship statuses before hopping into bed. But after
having felt so connected to Enzo, intercepting this text is a real punch in the
gut.

Don’t jump
to conclusions,
I tell myself, setting the phone back on the floor.
And mind your own business, while
you’re at it.

I turn on the shower until it’s piping hot and step under
the scalding stream. Images from last night come swimming back into my mind’s eye
as I wake up, little by little. I’m so absorbed in my own dirty reminiscences
that I don’t even hear the bathroom door open. It isn’t until I feel a cool
draft nipping at my bare skin that I turn around and see Enzo easing into the
shower beside me, stark naked.

“Morning, Ace,” he smiles. “Mind if I join you?”

It only takes me a second to notice that Enzo’s hard and
ready to go at it again. At once, any lingering concerns about the text I saw
on his phone evaporate. Why waste our fleeting time together worrying about
something as insignificant as a text? I let my troubles wash down the drain as
Enzo steps toward me, sweeping me into his arms. Though I have every intention
of scrubbing myself clean, we might as well get a little dirtier first.

By the time we step back out of the shower, we’re satisfied,
wide-awake, and more than a little waterlogged. We get dressed in happy
silence, stealing glances at each other as we prepare for the day. When we’ve
gathered our things and put the room back together, it’s time to return to real
life. Though, these days even my real life is feeling more and more like a
dream.

“I guess I should walk out ahead of you?” I suggest.

Enzo raises an eyebrow at me. “What is this, a spy novel? I
don’t think that’s necessary.”

“You never know,” I shrug, “What if someone’s tipped off the
tabloids?”

“Ace,” Enzo laughs, “You’re totally paranoid. No one has any
idea we’re here. Besides, I don’t want to rush off just yet. Let’s grab some
breakfast, at least. There’s a great little cafe around the corner. Do you like
espresso?”

“Love it,” I allow.

“Then come on. Live a little,” he says, taking my hand.

“Whatever you say, Prof,” I smile, lacing my fingers through
his.

Hand-in-hand, we make our way down to the lobby to check
out. As Enzo settles the bill with the concierge, I glance around at the sunlit
space. It looks to be a gorgeous day outside. It’s like Rome knew we were
coming.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” I tell Enzo, giving him a quick
kiss on the cheek.

“But aren’t you afraid someone will see you?” he replies,
playfully mocking my worries.

“Ha, ha,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Such a joker, this one.”

Wandering away from him across the lobby, I walk out through
the gilded doors of the hotel. I step out into the piazza, soaking up the
feeling of this new city. I’ve barely seen any of the world, save my hometown
of New York. I can’t wait to take in the sights with Enzo.

I feel his hand settle on my shoulder and spin around to
tell him how excited I am about today, and last night, and this whole crazy
adventure. But where I expect to find Enzo’s dark eyes staring at me with all
their warmth, I find a pair of cool gray eyes instead. Taking a startled step
backward, I suck in a quick breath when I see a familiar figure standing there—just
not the one I was expecting.

“Nils?” I exclaim, my heart jackhammering in my chest.

“Hey, Ainsley,” he replies excitedly, clearly happier to see
me than I am to see him. “I thought that was you.”

“What, uh, how—?” I sputter, “What’re you doing here?”

“Me and some of my pit crew buddies decided to stick around
after the party,” he says, nodding to a couple of guys a few yards away. I look
over and see two other guys looking down at their phones—a redheaded man and a
platinum blonde with spiked hair right out of 2003. “Rome is a great city,
yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling weakly. I need to wrap up this little
chat before my cover is blown. “Well, it was good to run into you, Nils. I’m
sure I’ll see you—”

“Hey, congratulations, by the way!” he goes on eagerly.
“Last time we spoke, you mentioned that you were working for Team Ferrelli, but
I didn’t know you meant as a driver! That must have been quite the challenge,
keeping that secret.”

I’m
getting a lot of practice at keeping secrets,
I think to myself.

“It’s very exciting,” I allow with a cordial smile. Nils is
a sweet guy and all, but time is running out, here. “An excellent opportunity.”

“You don’t have to use corporate talk with me,” Nils smiles.
“It’s fucking awesome, is what it is. Listen, I know you’re probably way busy
being F1’s newest star, but would you like to do something here in Rome this
weekend? I’ll be here for a few more days, and I’d love to get to know you a
little better.”

Good lord. Is Nils asking me out...with Enzo just a few feet
away? When it rains it pours, I’ll tell you.

“Oh...You know what, Nils? I think Ferrelli’s got me all
booked up for the next few days,” I say vaguely.

“Over the weekend?” Nils asks, “I’m sure they’d grant you a
few hours to kick around the city. We could do some hokey tourist thing, get
some gelato—”

“That sounds great, but I’m spoken for,” I insist hurriedly.

Nils is about to reply when his gray eyes flick upwards,
going wide as dinner plates. I follow his gaze over my shoulder to find Enzo
striding out into the piazza toward us. Nils looks between Enzo and me,
comprehension dawning on his fair features.

“Spoken for, huh?” he says to me, his tone unreadable.

“All squared up, Ace,” Enzo says, walking over to me. He
looks at Nils, raising an eyebrow. “Who the hell are you?”

“Enzo, this is Nils. Nils is...a friend,” I say, my face
glowing red.

“We’ve met before, actually,” Nils says coolly. “I’m Sven
Landers’ younger brother.”

Enzo’s expression softens at once. “Oh, of course. Sorry,
man. I thought you were over here trying to pick up my teammate. Do you see
much of Sven these days?”

“Of course. He is my brother after all. He’s doing better
and better,” Nils replies, ignoring the bit about picking me up. “In good
spirits, overall. Though of course he misses the sport. Every time I see him
now, he spends hours picking my brain about everything that’s going on. I’m
still on the Team Hendricks pit crew, you see. He was very intrigued by the new
addition to Team Ferrelli. But then, it seems everyone is interested in Ace these
days.”

I lift my chin defiantly at his insinuation. Nils isn’t
working very hard to disguise his displeasure in seeing Enzo and I here
together. Not that it’s any of his business—we barely even know each other—but
I still feel like I have to cover.

“Enzo and I had a press event that ran pretty late last
night,” I improvise, “We decided to crash here, rather than risk driving home
tipsy.”

A glimmer of uncertainty rises in Nils’ eyes. I can tell
that he wants to believe me. “That was probably a good idea,” he allows, “I’d
imagine you play it pretty safe with drunk driving, given your family’s
tragedy.”

I feel Enzo’s eyes snap my way. He doesn’t know anything
about my parents’ death. I feel like a terrible person, bringing them into my
phony alibi. But if Nils walked away from here knowing the truth, it could
disastrous.

“That’s right,” I nod, “Always better to be safe than sorry.
Anyway, your friends look pretty anxious to keep sight seeing, and Enzo and I
are heading back home in a hurry.”

“Are you two...living together?” he asks, baffled.

Enzo lets out a bark of laughter. “Don’t look so
scandalized, Landers. Ace is staying in our guest house while we train for the
season.”

“Oh. Right,” Nils frowns, glancing at me. “Well...See you
two around then, I guess.”

“Give my best to your brother,” Enzo says, clapping Nils on
the shoulder.

“See you,” I offer, searching his light eyes for
understanding.

“Yeah,” he says gruffly. “Maybe we can take a rain check on the
gelato, huh?”

“Maybe,” I offer, feeling Enzo’s spine stiffen from a foot
away.

Tension is thick in the air as we all part ways—Nils back to
his buddies, Enzo and I around the corner to retrieve our cars. Enzo keeps his
hands to himself as we walk away, and I feel myself holding my breath until
we’re safely out of sight. But before I can say a word, Enzo’s fingers close
around my wrist. Instead of walking around to the valet station at the back of
the hotel, he turns off the piazza and leads me into a narrow alley, hardly
more than a crack in the wall. There’s barely enough room for the two of us to
walk together, but he pulls me further into the passageway.
Is this a shortcut?
I
wonder, as shadows swallow us up despite the bright morning sun overhead.

“I’m so sorry about that,” I say to Enzo’s raised shoulders.
“I had no idea—”