I'd wished for this freedom every night I'd slept next to Enzo. Dreamed about what I would do to him if only things weren't already such a clusterfuck. Knowing we were all on the same page, even if we hadn't properly discussed it, I succumbed to my needy desires.
Enzo curled his fingers around my shaft, looking up to see if what he was doing was okay by me. A niggling voice in the back of my mind insisted we should wait until all three of us had talked, but then Enzo's lips closed around the tip of my cock, silencing my conscience.
"Fuck Enzo, that mouth," I praised him, spreading my legs wider. I lay my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations. I pressed a hand to the back of Enzo's head, guiding him further down my cock, holding him when he tried pulling back. Something from the other night told me this was what Enzo wanted. What he craved.
Saliva poured out of the corner of Enzo's mouth as he choked on my girth. I eased up, but he kept going at me like a man starved, sucking hard and fast. When I slid my hand down his side, Enzo whimpered, arching his back, sticking his pert ass high in the air.
Finally, Enzo released my dick, gasping to catch his breath. When he looked up at me, his eyes were bright, his lips swollen and red. I trailed a thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tears streaming down his face.
"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" I asked, dragging him up to lay on my chest. As badly as I wanted to come, I could wait until I knew I hadn't misread him.
"Hell no!" Enzo confirmed. "I'm used to guys being almost cautious with me. This is a nice change of pace."
"I was hoping for a lot better than nice." I cupped Enzo's ass, hitching him up so I could claim those bright red lips. As my tongue entered his mouth, I could taste traces of myself and grew harder. He moaned, deepening the kiss, forcing a hand between our bodies.
"So much better than nice." He broke the kiss, sighing softly. "Is it okay with you if I get back to what I was trying to do?"
I laughed, loving the banter between the two of us. Over the past week, we'd spent hours talking about everything and nothing, and I came to realize underneath his almost shy exterior was a quick wit and just enough sarcasm to keep me on my toes.
"You are a cock slut, aren't you?" I teased, giving his shoulder a shove.
"Sucking cock is my second favorite intimate activity," he told me, already slithering down my chest, settling himself between my thighs.
"What's the first?" I asked, curious, because my favorite activity was whatever made my partner happy. His shoulders slumped, and he blushed, the pink creeping all the way to the tops of his ears. "Come on, it can't be that bad."
"It's not," he agreed without any further clarification. He skimmed his fingers over my thigh, his gaze intensely focused on the task.
"Come on, Enzo, please tell me." I wasn't above begging. If it wouldn't embarrass him further, I'd have pointed out I'd watch him suck his brother's cock like a champ, so there wasn't much that would shock me at this point. "How deep does the rabbit hole of your kink go?"
"It's nothing like that," he said, bending down to kiss the top of my thigh, so close to my dick I could feel his breath. I arched up. If he wasn't going to tell me, he could get back to his second favorite activity.
"Then it shouldn't be an issue to share," I goaded him. "If you could only do one thing with your partner or partners, what would it be?"
"Kissing," he admitted, so quietly I barely heard the word. My chest burned, hating whoever had made him think it was something to be embarrassed about. At the same time, my heart swelled because of course he was the type of man who didn't need hot, steamy sex to feel cherished.
"Oh, I'd be willing to bet you'll get plenty of that," I assured him. "But the way you were just begging to get my dick back in your mouth, are you sure kissing is your number one?"
"Most of the time," he quipped, lowering his head to lick a stripe along the length of my cock. "But priorities changed when I've gotten a taste of you and know there's more to come."
I laughed, tangling my fingers in his hair, thrusting up to get him back where we both wanted him. Knowing he liked it rough, I didn't take it easy on him. Every time he lowered his head, I thrust up, hard and fast, pushing on his head until the last possible second, leaving him gasping for air.
Enzo tugged at my balls, allowing his middle finger to drift lower, massaging my taint. "That's it. Just like that. Fuck, you're going make me come."
I was faintly aware of a door closing at the other end of the apartment, but I was too far gone to worry about Tony's reaction if he walked in on us. I'd been a walking hard-on most of the week, thanks to Enzo burrowing against me every night as we slept.
"Hey guys, break—" As soon as he realized what he'd walked in on, Tony quickly backed out of the room. "I'll just start the coffee. If you take too long, I'm eating your sandwiches."
Enzo and I broke down in a fit of laughter. "Well, that went better than it could have."
"Yep," I agreed. "Now, finish me before he does eat our breakfast."
Chapter Seven
Tony
"Hey,Cal's out of town this weekend, so I'm calling guys night out after we shut down tonight," Frankie informed me while I prepared the back dining room for today's large group reservations. "Tell Enzo when you're done. If you guys wanted to be awesome brothers and help us out, we could get done quicker which means we can start drinking sooner."
"Says the man who's sworn off drinking after every outing," I reminded him. Frankie wasn't much of a drinker, but when his partner was out of town, he liked to cut loose.
