Chapter 5

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.