Lorenzo's POV
Flashback.
"Is this going to be your first kiss?" I ask Celestine, lowering my head to meet hers. She keeps her gaze down to the floor and I grip her chin between my index and thumb, lifting her chin and forcing her to meet my eyes. "Answer me, Celestine."
She nods.
Fuck. No one has had their lips on hers.
I decide to stop this now, while we are still at it and while we still haven't crossed any lines yet but then she asks, "Are you going to change that?" In that little prim proper voice and that's when I know that Celestine can make me do anything she wants as long as she requests for it in that voice, because what do I do next? I kiss her. Her soft lips move against mine, making me her very first kiss.
Fucking awesome.
We are full-on kissing now. Swirling the tip of my tongue against hers, I pull it into my mouth and massage her tongue with mine as I nibble on her full lips. She let out little whimpers into my mouth and I savor each sound.
Jesus, she tastes so good and I need to stop before I lead myself and her to no return.
I try to slow the pace of the kiss but Celestine lets out a moan and speeds up, gliding her tongue over mine faster. My cock is so hard, it feels like it might break in half and Celestine's moans of pleasure weren't exactly helping matters.
With sheer force of will, I grip Celestine's shoulders, stopping her from leaning in, and pull away from her, breaking up the kiss. "We need to stop," I whisper against her now swollen lips.
Her eyes flutter open, the pupils were blown out and her blue ores glinting with lust. She lets out a groan, her lips curling down in disappointment. Then a glint appears in her eyes again but this time in mischief and her lips turn up into a smile.
She slips her hand down into the space between us and...grips my fucking cock. Oh shit. "Please, Lorenzo. I need you." Her voice is a low murmur and it flows around us, wrapping us in a sex haze. "Please." The raw need in her voice drives me even further into a frenzy. Her fingers move over my cock, which gets harder- if that was even possible.
I couldn't possibly make responsible decisions with how much blood I was losing from my head to my cock. That's what I tell myself as I take Celestine back into my arm. She gives out a sigh. "Do whatever you want to me," she says over my lips. "Just please don't stop."
How can I refuse her when she asks for it so sweetly?
My fingers flick over the buttons on her shorts and they give way to show a peek of thin plain white undies. I reach into it and cup her in my hand.
Her fingers grip the wrist of my hand which has disappeared into her shorts. "Lorenzo?" She whimpers. Her face is flushed red and her eyelids are halfway over her eyes but I can see the question in them- Are we really doing this?
"I will stop whenever you want me to." If she wants me to stop right now, I will take my hand away from her shorts, walk out of this empty classroom and go take a cold shower in the gym room.
She doesn't stop me. "Ok." Her fingers fall away from my wrist to her side, giving me full rein to do whatever I want.
I'm ripped away from my walk down memory lane by a pat on my shoulder. I turn around to meet the face of my father spotting a glare and I inwardly roll my eyes.
"Where have you been?" He asks.
I have been hiding out at my friend, Luke's house since I walked out of the restaurant last night. Well, more like stormed out, and since I spoke to Celestine.
God, words can't express how shocked I was to see Celestine on that seat, looking like the best thing since sliced bread. She looked so breathtaking in her ultra-conservative dress that doesn't show an inch of skin besides the norms, arms and legs. I had thought that she was the same Celestine that I had left behind until she slapped me in the street and apparently I'm into crazy Celestine as well because my cock stirs at the memory.
She had looked like a princess warrior, eyes pinched, brows crunched together and lips drew together into a thin line. She had looked out of this world.
"Lorenzo, I asked you a question." My father hollers. I regret coming back home. I should have just stayed at Luke's place.
I take a drag out of the end of the cigarette in between my lips. "I was at Luke's place."
My dad's lips turn into a frown of disdain as he hears Luke's name. Safe to say he wishes I hadn't associated myself with the likes of Luke. The wild rich guy, whose definition of fun includes, scuba diving, bungee jumping, parasailing, or any other activities guaranteed to leave you with broken bones or in a hospital bed, and Luke always made sure I tagged along, hence why my dad wants me to cut him loose.
"We need to talk about how disrespectful you were to Lora yesterday."
I take the cigarette out of my lips and using the railing I'm leaning on as an ashtray, I press the lit end against it. "I'm sorry I was disrespectful to your new mistress." I flick the extinguished cigarette over the railing to the ground down below and watch it as it burrows into the sand.
He glares at me and I swear I see hate in those eyes.
My dad had practically kidnapped me yesterday and forced me on a flight here, saying that there was someone he needed me to meet urgently. Naive me had thought that it was another one of his business associates who he has been throwing at me because he says it is never too early to make ties and form connections.
"I'm going to spend this summer with a group of friends at Luke's beach house?" Better to rip the band-aid off while we are at it.
"But Lora and Celestine were going to spend summer here with us," he announces. "It will give the family the chance to get to know each other better." The words family nearly make me puke. I do not want to think of Celestine as anything family related despite all that I said yesterday.
I knew that was going to happen, hence why I'm packing my things to hide out at Luke's beach house until Summer is over then I can get on a flight to New York where my college is, never to see Celestine again. It is a foolproof plan. "I already promised my friends I would be there. I can't just cancel on them now?"
"You are going to have to. If Lora and Celestine come over and see that you ran away, they are going to assume that they aren't welcome here."
They wouldn't be assuming wrong.
And no way in hell was I staying here. "I'm sorry but I can't stay here. I don't want to disappoint my friends."
His eyes flash. "Lorenzo you are not going anywhere." It's an outright command, he always had a way of getting what he wants but I wasn't about to let that happen today. He cheated on my mom, he doesn't deserve to get what he wants handed to him on a silver plate.
"I am," I say, solidifying my stance. We are at a standoff right now and neither one of us was ready to wave the white flag and admit defect.
"If you leave, you can forget about your trust fund."
No. He wouldn't dare to do that but I know deep down that it wasn't an empty threat. That trust fund is the only reason I have tolerated him all these years. Everything about him irritated me, from the way the side of his eyes scrunch up when he laughs to the way they creak when he gets angry and I hated the fact that I notice all this because as much as I wanted to hate him... I couldn't. He was still my father. Even though he doesn't act like it.
He may behave like my mere presence annoys him but he wasn't always like this. There was a time when I had a father that taught me how to ride a bicycle and catch a ball. A father that smiled at my little mistake but became obsessed with making more money. He stopped spending time with the family and stopped talking to me, and then the main changes started- he began to cheat on Mom. I hate him so much for that.
"It's your choice. Stay with us for these two and a half months or you can leave but if you do, you can forget about your trust fund because you will never get it." He turns around and strides back into the house.
Fuck. He knew. I knew. Heck, we both knew that I was at an impasse. I need that trust fund to get the hell away from here. From him. I guess I was going to have to stick up to him for the next two and a half months.
I'm going to have to spend the summer here. With Celestine. I'm so fucked.
I should have never touched Celestine that first time- I should have let her go because she was just too good for me- but I didn't do that. I did the exact opposite. I took her.
Celestine's POV Cade's house, well mansion is more fitting, is seated on a large acreage of at least ten thousand square feet of space. It has two floors, a gym, an infinity pool, sitting plazas, walking tracks, and mini theaters where I spend all my free time at. It exudes a sense of grandeur with tall ceilings, large windows, and a beautiful facade. My mom and I have been here for two days and I have seen Lorenzo all of three times. Once during breakfast, where he had stormed up to his room after it and the other this morning, he had been making a cup of coffee and I had walked in, hair bedridden, matted to my face and mouth tasting like cotton. I had been headed for a glass of water. Lorenzo had seen me, scoffed condescendingly, and walked out of the kitchen with his cup of coffee in hand. The third time is now. And I can't stop staring. Through the crack in his door, I can see Lorenzo with a towel hanging loosely on his waist, dangerously close to slipping off, his chest dripp
Lorenzo's POV. I had been bluffing, so sure that there was no way Celestine would do anything, I had uttered the challenge and now I'm staring at my closed door with my mouth agape. The pulse in my cock is unrelenting, and it takes me back to the bathroom where I wrap a fist around my hard cock. My fist is moving fast over my cock, I brace one hand on the wall, so I don't facepalm the tiled floor when I come. Jesus, the pressure of her fingers on me. Fuck, the grip she had on my cock. I close my eyes in remembrance of that sweet moment. What is she doing right now? Does she have her fingers in her pussy? Is she naked? My traitorous mind paints a vision of Celestine underneath me, legs wrapped tight around me, taking my cock, her eyes shut in exquisite pleasure as I sink into her aching pussy. I shudder as my cock releases a load of pre-ejaculation, fuck... I could have come from just her hand on me. Another image filters into my brain. This one of Celestine on her knees, my cum
Celestine's POV I cook when I'm stressed out. Dealing with Lorenzo stresses me out, hence why I'm raiding the kitchen cabinets and looking for ingredients in the refrigerator. "What are you making?" Eve's voice comes through the speaker of my setup iPhone. I leaned it on a pepper and salt spice container. Eve and I have been friends since kindergarten. She had been the only one to share her snack with the new girl in class. We sort of hit off since then and have become inseparable, even choosing the same university and sharing an apartment off campus together. "I'm thinking pasta." Something simple and that won't take up much of my time. "So why are you cooking?" Eve was the person I ran to when Lorenzo and I first separated. She was the one who held my hair away from my face while I was bowed over the toilet seat, throwing up the contents of my stomach because I had drank too much. She was the one who joined me to print out photos of Lorenzo and then burn them while cursing his so
Lorenzo's POV The party is in full swing, both inside and outside the house. Presently, plastic cups and beer bottles litter the living room. I'm sure some rooms upstairs are in the same state, thankfully, I had the sense to lock up my father's room and his office. I may be treading on the wide side, but I wasn't looking to get killed by my father.Outside isn't in a better state as drunk people mill around the pool, shouting and drinking, in all stages of undress. The pounding bass of the music pulse through the whole house. We had pushed all the furniture against the wall, creating a space that had become a makeshift dance floor.People filled the space, some were dry humping and grinding against each other to the beat of the music while others were simply jumping up and down, uncoordinated and erratic, rhythm or beat of the music be damned. They dance like they don't have a care in the world. Is it sad that I'm jealous of them?And don't get me started on the PDA. Jesus.Boys and
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Lorenzo's POV "I was away for one night and you turned my house into a fucking circus," my dad hollers, his face red as fuck, with spit flying everywhere. I knew that my father was going to find out about the party. Heck, I wanted him to find out. Call it a rebellious streak or whatever but I want him to know that just because he had managed to make me stay in this house, doesn't mean I would bend to his every rule. Waking up first thing in the morning to my dad's screaming in my face was not how I wanted the encounter to go through. I had at least been hoping to catch some shut-eye before the confrontation. How did he even find out? I and Luke with our other friends had scrubbed the place early this morning, from the surfaces to each room in this big house. So how did he... Goddd. I feel like smacking myself over the head. How could my stupid ass have forgotten to turn off the CCTV camera at the entrance? I throw the blanket off my sleepy as fuck body, running a hand through my u
Celestine's POV FlashbackI run my fingers down his chest, tracing above his waistband and the ridges on his abdomen. "Lorenzo," I say, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "Yes?" My head on his chest lifts a bit as the word vibrates deep in his chest. "What's wrong?" His hand on my back draws random circles.I have to say it now before I lose what little confidence I have muttered up. I lift my head, resting my chin on his pecs. "I like you. A lot." It's out there now."What?" He tilts his head down to be able to meet my eyes. "You like me?"Burying my face into his chest, I cringe inwardly. Why the fuck did I even say it? We both agreed that this was just going to be about sex while we work on our project together. Why couldn't I have just kept my stupid mouth shut? Now I've complicated everything and it going to become awkward between us. God. We seat together. How am I going to survive going to school?"Hey." He shuffles around, then his fingers are gripping my chin, and tilting m