Chapter 4

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 dripping with water, and another towel in his hand which he uses to throttle his wet hair. His wet hair, shaved low on the sides and the middle part longer and mussed stands in all directions.

For some godforsaken reason, I freeze, my feet feel like they are nailed to the floor, incapable of moving. My eyes move from the skull tattoo on his right pec to the full sleeve tattoo on his right hand. He had always wanted one. Now he has a dozen of them.

Then he sees me.

A wicked smirk forms on his lips and instead of slamming the door shut in my face, his hands drop to the towel on his waist, covering the most intimate part of him. He lets it drop nonchalantly to the floor. It lands by his feet.

THUD.

Was that my heart or the towel?

He is standing proudly with his naked body on full display and his legs apart draw my attention downwards. My mouth drops open. My eyes are now glued to his cock. Holy hell...he pierced it?

His voice stops me in my ogling track. "You act like you have never seen it before." He scoffs. "Heck, you have done more than simply seeing it."

The throbbing between my thighs makes me clench them together. He notices and smirks.

Finally, I whip my head around. "Uh...I...I shouldn't have...I better leave." My feet remember their purpose again and I turn around to head to my room.

"Why am I not surprised?" Lucenzo taunts, his tone grating on my nerve.

I turn around to meet him still naked. "Excuse me?"

"You are still that scared little girl whom I left behind." He bends down to pick up his towel. "Can't even bare to look at a cock for longer than five seconds." He covers himself up. "Nothing has changed about you."

Later, I'm going to tell myself that it was that tone in which he said it or the way he stared down at me like I was gum under his pristine leather shoe. I act before I think. My foot moved into his room of their own accord, led by the fuming rage I feel in my chest. The sound of the door locking behind me is like the stamp on the mail. There is no turning back now.

I snatch the towel around his waist and fling it to the bed- whether it lands on it or not I have no idea because I don't take my eyes away from his.

Running my fingers slowly, so slowly down the ridges on his hard rock stomach, I inch close to his cock, then closer. His breath hitches.

"Celestine." It's a warning, one I don't hind to.

I take his cock into a tight grip. He hardens. I try not to feel pride, but it was impossible. His head falls back, and his chest rises more quickly. I get on my tiptoe. "You were saying?" I taunt him back.

He doesn't answer.

I grip him harder. He flinches when my thumb grazes over his piercing.

"Fuck," he gasps out and I relish in his obvious struggle. I'm so loving this. "You are killing me here," he whispers, his eyes half closed.

Giving him a bit more, my fingers go up and down his hard cock and I use the precum pooling at the head for friction. "Who has you into a mess right now."

This time he answers faster. "You," he breathes out. Not good enough.

"Who has their hand on you right now?" Not stopping the swift movement on my finger, I get on my tiptoes and trail soft kisses along his jaw, slowly sucking his wet flesh between my lips and biting until he moans.

"God," he groans, his hands forming fists at his sides.

A laugh escapes me. "It's not God." My fingers work faster and I move my lips to his ear, biting lightly on it. "Try again."

His eyes shut close. "Celestine."

I have what I want.

My fingers drop from his cock and his eyes flutter open, his brow pinches together in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Proving you wrong." Moving to the door, my finger grip the door handle- the same ones that had been around his cock. I mentally shake my head. Stop that. I take a moment to triumph in the look on his face right now. "I'm not the same girl you left behind."

"What the fuc-" he doesn't finish his string of profanities before I turn the knob, open the door and let myself out.

My legs are shaking as they take me to my room. I shut the door behind me and slide down it, my breath coming out in pants. Sucking in air greedily, I place my hand on my chest, willing my heart rate to go back to normal.

What the hell just happened?

My nipples have hardened into pebbles, and the wetness between my legs feels so uncomfortable.

Against my better judgment, my hand slips into my pajama's bottom to find my clit, and I quietly stroke myself to recent memory. Tattoos. Piercing. Abs. Cock. I bite my lips hard to silence the sound of pleasure as I reach an orgasm, riding it out as more pictures and fantasies fill my mind.

Good Lord.

There is no way I'm going to come out of this summer unscathed. I'm in fucking trouble.