“You were pretty good at it.”
My shoulders square. My chest puffs out. “That’s a great compliment from a…”
Enzo goes still beside me.
Shit. I was going to say gay man, but I swallow the word. Enzo and I haven’t had that discussion.
I won’t make things weird and heavy.
“Man of your taste,” I finish lamely.
A weak laugh escapes him. I pull him to my side before I’m realizing I’m doing it, and his long legs wrap around mine. I squeeze him against me in a bro-ish side hug which doesn’t seem particularly bro-ish when our cocks press together. His hip bone presses into my thigh.
I harden. Enzo inhales, and I know he feels me too.
“I, uh…” Enzo swallows hard. “I could help you with that. If you want. Just… Well, it just occurred to me that I could…”
“You want to give me a handjob, Enz?”
“Just to make sure you relax. Since it’s nighttime. And you worked really hard.”
“We won.”
“Yeah. That was nice.”
“It was fucking awesome.” I nudge my cock against Enzo’s hand, and in the next moment his hand is on it.
His grip is firm even through the fabric. My hips jerk before I can stop them.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
He tugs my boxers down, and his hand, his warm, confident hand, wraps around my bare cock.
Oh.
My cock jerks against his fingers, larger than any woman’s. His touch is firm, his thumb circling my head in a way that makes my breath catch.
“I’ll, uh, get the lube…”
“Or I could?—”
My brow furrows. Enzo shifts downward.
He’s not— He can’t intend?—
He still moves downward. My pulse leaps.
My stomach tightens. And then his mouth—hot and wet andthere—closes around me.
He licks my shaft.
Cells explode. Something short-circuits behind my ribs.
He holds me with one hand, then his mouth swallows me.
It’s good.
