No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 52

I don't even notice as we approach the car, looking back at Enzo as he suddenly grabs me by my waist and picks me up.

"What the fuck Enzo?" I snap, my feet lifted embarrassingly off the ground.

"You almost walked into the car sweetheart," he says in an amused tone, setting me back down on the ground before unlocking the car.

I mutter a half-assed thank you and get into the car, buckling my seatbelt as Enzo shuts the door and walks around to the drivers side.

He gets in and starts the car, placing a hand on my thigh before using the other to reverse out of the driveway.

He uses his spare hand to rapidly turn the wheel and straighten up before relaxing as we get onto the road.

His thumb traces circles dangerously high up on my thigh, warmth settling in between my legs as I cross one leg over the other.

He chuckles lightly and slips his hand under my dress, looking straight ahead as I glare at him. His fingers find the hem of my lace underwear, rolling the material over with his fingers as I feel my breath hitch.

"Enzo," I breathe out, warning him as his finger hooks under my underwear.

"Yes sweetheart?" he asks silkily, I go to respond but can't as I bite my tongue hard, his index finger sliding down my folds.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he says, and I can't find the strength in me to tell him to, instead uncrossing my legs and letting my head fall back against the headrest.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, slowly sliding two fingers into my now dripping pussy, earning a low groan from me.

His fingers soon pinch down hard on my clit, rolling it in between his thumb and index as a breathy moan slips from my lips.

My back arches from my seat as he adds a third finger, curling inside me as he speeds up. He turns a corner and simultaneously pinches my clit, drawing me closer to an orgasm ripping through me.

His fingers slide back out, teasing my entrance before slowly curling back inside me, my eyes rolling back as he rolls my already swollen clit through his rough fingers.

Each harsh flick of his fingers sends a wave of pleasure through my body; his slow, rough movement sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head once more.

His fingers circle my clit before curling inside me once more, warmth settling in my stomach as I feel myself close, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

A whine leaves my lips as the car stops and he pulls his fingers out, my head snapping to look at him as he turns the car off.

I narrow my eyes at him, "What the fuck Enzo?" I breathe out, my chest rising and falling from the anticipation.

"We're here, and we don't want to ruin your dress do we?" he says in an even tone, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Now be a good girl and clean up and get that needy look out of your eyes, ok sweetheart?" he says silkily, raising his fingers to my lips.

My eyes widen as his words sink in, parting my lips as I take in his fingers and suck my juices from them.

"Good girl," he murmurs, leaning over as he unbuckles my seatbelt and kisses my jaw, "Good girl," he repeats, his lips lingering just below my earlobe as butterflies swarm my stomach.

He chuckles lightly before opening his door and getting out, walking around to my side before opening my door and putting his hand out for me. I take it and step out of the car, pulling my dress back down which had ridden up to my hips. He shuts the door behind me and locks the car, placing an arm around me and resting his hand in the curve of my waist.