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 dripping down her plumpy lips as I fuck her mouth. Her hand trails down between her legs, her fingers rubbing her pussy as she tries not to come.
Or her on all fours, her ass held up into the air, teasing me. Me riding her from behind, the sound of skin slapping on skin wild in the air, my hair in my fist and I pound into her.
My strokes get faster and faster as my mind becomes my private show, providing image after image of Celestine in different provocative positions.
Then the one that undoes me.
Celestine on her back, my shoulders holding her legs wide open as I eat her pussy out. Running my tongue through her pussy lips before penetrating her with it and watching her fuck herself with it. The fact that I have forgotten what she tastes like, doesn't make the vision feel any less vivid. My mind takes it up as a challenge, it tries to come up with different flavors of how she might have tasted.
Embarrassingly, it takes less than five minutes of me fucking my fist to come. My muscles shake, and my abs tense up as I paint the walls of the bathroom with my cum. Disgusted, my forehead falls forward to lean on the wall. I thought I was over her. So what the fuck am I doing masturbating to images of her. It's fucked up.
Scrubbing my body clean again, I watch as the shampoo drains away with my cum and I try not to think about how easily Celestine got under my skin. It's humiliating. Why had I thought that baiting her would be a good idea? especially knowing the effect she has on me.
I need to start thinking with my top head, not my bottom; otherwise, I'm going to find myself right where I once was. Begging for her love. Believing her when she says she loves me. God, I was so fucking naive and love-struck.
While lying on my bed and scrolling through social media, liking random pictures, a knock sounds on my door. I walk over and open the door to find my father standing on the other side of it, his hands shoved deep into his pants. He is dressed up, wearing a two pieces black suit with his cufflinks and Rolex watch on his wrist.
"Lora and I are going out for dinner." His hand comes out of his pocket to fix his already perfect tie. "We aren't going to be back in until tomorrow, so don't wait up for us." Now, why would I ever do that? "You and Celestine should cook dinner or order, whichever one suits you two." I don't get a word out before he turns around and disappears down the corner.
Playing over our one-sided conversation in my head, I conclude that he never said anything about partying or inviting people to the house. So, it wasn't out of the question.
With a smirk on my face, I dial Luke's number and wait for it to take me straight to voicemail because the bastard never picks up his phone, but rather answers the voicemails that are left for him. I have given up on trying to dissect the enigma that was Luke.
At the sound of the beep, I start talking, leaving a short and vague message. "Hey. Call me back when you get this." I hang up and wait patiently.
Less than five minutes later, the screen of my phone lights up, and Luke's name flashes on it.
"Why did you call?"
No formalities, no greetings, just straight to the point. So, I do the same. "I'm going to need you and the guys to be at my house in the next half hour."
"Why?" An image of his brows drawing together in confusion enters my mind.
"How do you feel about throwing a party?"
"Really?" I can hear the grin on his face from the tone of his voice. "Your dad agreed to let you have a party in his house?'
I'm a hundred percent sure that my dad will flip his lid when he finds out about this party. "Kind of." Turning the focus back to him. "You're in or not?"
"You bet your ass I'm in. I'm always thirsting for some trouble."
"It's going to be an all-night party," I inform with a big ass smile on my face. To make it wilder because what is a party without risks, I add. "Invite everyone you know."
Internally, I file into catalogue the various things I have to do. Buy drinks, open up the outdoor pool, and find some music. Numerous things ahead but I'm lying on the bed spotting a beam I can't seem to wipe off my face and my veins are pumping with adrenaline.
Finally, things are looking up.
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
Celestine's POV Why am I doing this? That's the question I keep asking myself as I climb down the stairs, contemplating between running back up to my room or bracing for the storm to come. I settle on the latter. I want to see the look on Lorenzo's face when I crash his party. Another thing I hated, was why I was allowing his opinion to affect me this much. I'm doing things I wouldn't normally do just to get a reaction out of him. It's pathetic but I can't stop doing them. Seeing the shocked expression on his face when he had dared me to jerk him and I had followed through, it was like a drug was being pumped into my vein. I drug I think I'm getting addicted to it because right now, I'm glancing around the house for Lorenzo to see the seething expression I know is definitely going to be on his face. And there it is. Lorenzo, dressed in knee-length black swim trunks is leaning against the wall, a guy beside him is talking and trying to get Lorenzo's attention but his gaze remain
Lorenzo's POVSomething is different about Celestine. Scratch that. Celestine is different.The last time I saw her before I left for catholic school, she was sleeping on the bed at my beach house, wearing only my T-shirt. She had curled her lips up and rubbed her nose, and I recall thinking about how cute she looked at that moment. I recall wanting to get back in bed and just snuggle in and cuddle her.Everyone at school had only thought of her as a goody two shoes. Heck, I heard some rumors saying she was a lesbian because she was never seen with a guy. No guy thought she was hot so they avoided her.They may have thought she was cute because even underneath her skirts, blouses, and the glasses that covered half of her face, one could still see that was pretty. But she was never considered hot. She never put any effort into her appearance and her clothes were two sized two big, an embarrassment to any guy that would call her their girlfriend.Only I had known the truth. Only I had
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
PresentCelestine's POVI jolt upright in the bed, the pounding of my chest matches the consistent throbbing of my sex. Why am I dreaming about that bastard that keeps insulting and hurting me? It was more of a memory than a dream. A memory that I have locked away forever, so why are the flashbacks resurfacing? It's like my body is practicing mutiny and it is being led by my stupid brain.Faint evening light streams through my bedroom window. A look at the screen of my phone tells me that it's six pm. I slept through the whole day.I lift a hand to my face only to pull it away and find it sticky with dried-up tears. The last thing I remember is burying my head into the pillow and drenching it with my hot tears after I argued with Lorenzo.Ahhh! Why did I try to comfort him? I really tried to show sympathy for a heartless bastard like himself. I slide out of bed and whine at the dull ache in my arm, a sign that I slept in the wrong position. I pad into my bathroom, peel the clothes
Celestine's POV I pick at my meal while trying to ignore the strained silence between the four of us. Lorenzo keeps filling his glass with drinks. Cade is going through something on his phone, and mom keeps asking questions and bringing up conversations to make the evening bearable, all to no avail. The stuffed sweet potatoes have a hard time going down my throat with all this tension in the room. Cade drops his phone on the table, turning the screen face down and faces me. "Celestine, what do you think of my home so far? I hope you are enjoying your stay here." I take a sip of my water, swallowing the food down my throat to free up my mouth. "You have a very beautiful home here, there is no way I would have any complaints." "What a well-mannered girl. You raised her well." He takes my mom's hands, their joined hands resting on the table in between their plates. Moments like this still baffle me. They just seem so unreal. I never thought I would ever see my mom this close with