I reached down, tugging on my dick as I fucked Enzo with two fingers, spreading them wide, stretching him as Max wanted. Max's guidance was reduced to grunts and incoherent rambling as Enzo's throat tightened around his cock, so I took the lead.
"That's it, Enzo. Make him come so you can feed it to me," I demanded. I wasn't sure where the plea had come from, but I pounded him harder, wanting to make him see how desperate I was to eat Max's cum from his mouth. "Keep going, Enzo. He's not gonna last much longer."
Max's hands dropped to his sides and he fisted the sheets, bucking up frantically, his body tensing as he shouted through his release. I pulled my fingers from Enzo's ass and moved up the bed, ready and waiting for him. Watching Max convulse as he filled Enzo's mouth. Enzo took as much as he could before rolling over and pulling me down on top of him. I forced his lips open, licking every bit of Max's release he hadn't swallowed.
"Look at the two of you," Max praised, running a hand down each of our backs. "I'm not sure which one's the bigger cum slut."
Enzo, without a doubt. It wasn't so much I loved eating cum as Enzo made me want to do all sorts of nasty shit I'd have never considered before. But sweet baby Jesus, I was glad he had these hidden kinky streaks only we knew about.
As Enzo pushed me to the mattress and settled between my legs, he gasped, throwing his head back he whimpered. I looked around his body and watched as Max pushed the dildo past his entrance. Max wasn't kidding; that thing was a monster.
"If you want more, you know what you need to do," Max told Enzo, his voice ragged and breath shaky. "I'll fuck you as hard as you need, but not until you suck him."
"Please, Max," Enzo begged, rocking back, trying in vain to force the dildo deeper into his ass.
"Better get to it," Max goaded. "You don't get to come until he does."
That got Enzo's attention. He wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock, flicking his tongue back and forth, lapping up the precum that had been weeping since I first realized what they were doing in here. Before long, his nose was buried in my short and curlies, his hand cupping my balls.
He released me with a wail as his body collapsed over me, writhing as Max stuffed him with the massive dildo. I ran my fingers through his hair, comforting him as his body adjusted to the invasion. "You've got this, Enzo. Breathe. It's gonna feel so good having my cock filling your mouth while he drills your ass."
I steadied Enzo as he pushed himself up, rocking back far enough to get at my dick. Every moan reverberated down my length like a tuning fork, and it couldn't have been more than a minute before I was ready to explode. I dug my fingers into his biceps, bucking up.
"Fill him, Tony. He's been such a good little cock sucker, it's time he gets his reward," Max praised. Sweat dripped from Enzo's forehead onto my stomach. His arms shook as Max fucked him. He cried out, never releasing my cock from his mouth, and I knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.
I reached around Enzo's body, needing a physical connection with Max as I shattered. Since that night, our escapades had been limited to two men at a time if you didn't count me watching them while I jerked myself off. This felt like a huge moment for us, and I needed to be joined with him too.
Enzo came seconds after I shot the first of my release into his mouth. He sucked me through the first aftershock before collapsing on top of me, wincing as Max freed the dildo from his ass, tossing it toward the door to be cleaned later.
"You two make it damn hard for me to get up and ready for work," he said, kissing Enzo then me. "Wish I could call off, but Eli will kill me if I miss tonight."
"You can't keep giving away your shifts for us," Enzo chided him. I'd have bet Max had traded more shifts in the past month than in the entire time he'd worked at Club 83. Jordan was more than happy to rake in the extra tips and get better shifts, but Max had bills to pay too. Unlike Enzo, I knew better than to tell Max what he should or shouldn't do.
"I'm not doing it for you," Max informed him, sliding a hand down Enzo's hip. "I've given Eli everything since the day I started working there. I finally have a reason to not work all the time, and if I don't feel like going in, I won't."
He rolled to me, brushing the sweat-dampened hair away from my face. "You coming down tonight?"
"Yeah, I'm going to take a nap first, but apparently, we're all going out," I advised them, curling up so I could see the strained expression on Enzo's face. "Sorry, that's why I came home early. Cal's out of town, so Frankie wants to cut loose. If you aren't up to it, we can stay home."
"Why wouldn't I want to go out?" Enzo asked, his brow pinched with confusion.
"I just thought..." I wasn't sure how to explain everything I thought in the seconds after Frankie mentioned going out.
Enzo reached over Max, resting his hand over my heart. "Tony, it'll be fine. I can keep my hands off Max when we're out in public."
"But you shouldn't have to," I argued. "It's not right for you to pretend nothing's going on when the two of you have spent more time together than he and I have."
"It's not a matter of pretending for me," he countered. "We all knew from the start there'd be times we couldn't show how we all feel about one another. Maybe that'll change someday, but for now, this is the way it has to be. And if you're acting like the two of you are just buddies and I show him any attention, they're going to ask questions. They're going to wonder what happened between the two of you, how you feel about me and him, it'll be a whole lot of drama we don't need right now. Not when we're just getting our feet under us."
"You seem like you've given this a lot of thought," Max interjected. He sat up, sliding to the foot of the bed. "Are you sure it won't bother you?"
"It might, but I know just as well as the two of you where I'll be sleeping tonight." Enzo curled up with his head on my chest, pressing his lips softly against my skin. "It's better this way. At least for now."
"Only if you're sure," I pressed.
"Positive." Enzo twisted around and leaned over the edge of the bed, grabbing his shorts. "I should get up and take a shower. And you need to hurry or you're going to be late for work."
I swiped at Enzo's top sheet. I didn't care that Enzo's bed was smaller than mine and his mattress all smooshy. After an orgasm like the one I'd just had, I needed a fucking nap.
