“Fuck… forgot what an—”
Max withdrew, fucking two fingers back into me. Hard. Relentless. Unwavering. “Think very carefully about what you say next,” he warned me. “We’ve played this game before, and you know I’ll win.”
I debated goading him. The only thing stopping me was I had complete confidence the closet sadist would come out to play and keep me on edge as long as he possibly could. The last time we’d play this game, as he called it, I’d been convinced my nuts were going to explode by the time he let me come.
“Fine. Just… Please Max…” He twisted his fingers, eliciting a low moan from me. When he pulled out agonizingly slowly, I forgot what I’d been begging him to do. My balls drew up tight and I wasn’t sure I could hold off any longer. “Gonna… Fuck, Max…”
Without another word, Max reached around my body and squeezed the base of my dick. The reprieve was both a blessing and a curse. Ineededto come, but I wanted to wait until he was inside of me to do it.
“You promise you’ll let us in on your plans from now on?” Max sunk his teeth into the base of my neck, clamping down until I was a writhing, simpering mess, promising to do whatever he wanted if he just fucked me. He fucked me with his fingers, turning them every time they were buried in my body while me maintained his stranglehold on my cock. “No more thinking you know what’s best for everyone?”
“Yes! Anything! Now will you fuck me?” I reached out blindly, smiling into the pillow when I curled my fingers around his rock-hard shaft. The tip was leaking a steady stream of precum and I jacked him, luring him to the point he was just as needy as I was. “You know you want to put me in my place. Come on, Max. Show me how wrong I was to pull away from you.”
A chill rocketed through my body when Max pulled away from me. I shifted toward the center of the bed, seeking out his warmth.
Max bent down, placing the tenderest of kisses to the shell of my ear. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere. Need to get suited up.”
“Well hurry the hell up.” I rutted against the sheets. Slowly, nothing that’d make me come until he was with me.
I turned my head when I heard the squelch of lube between Max’s fingers. As I watched him slick himself, I wished I’d asked him to let me suck him off first. As if he’d read my thoughts, Max swatted my hip as he positioned himself behind me. “Another time. Right now, we need to hurry before Enzo comes in to see if we’ve killed one another.”
“You just might kill me if you don’t get on with it.” I rocked my hips back, chuckling at the hiss from Max when I had him almost where I wanted him. “Next time we’re home alone, Iwillget you back for making me beg.”
“I’m counting on it.” With that, Max pushed inside of me. Slowly, not stopping until he was his hips were flush with my ass. As he pulled out, his words stripped me bare. “Never think you aren’t enough for me. Comparing you with anyone else is apples and oranges. I willalwaysneed what you give me.”
These men were going to be the death of me, but it was one hell of a way to go.
Chapter Ten
Enzo
I walkedout of the room I'd started referring to as the storage room/office even though it was actually my bedroom and into a war zone. Seriously, it looked as if there'd been an explosion in the kitchen. There was sauce splattered all over the tile back splash, cheese had rained down all over the floor, and in the middle of it all, sweat dripped from Tony's brow as he muttered curses at the tortilla that had wronged him.
"Need some help?" I asked, biting back my laughter because making enchiladas wasn't as hard as he made it out to be.
"No," Tony bit out, still glaring at the broken tortilla he was determined to roll.
I shoved him out of the way, deftly taking over filling and rolling. "Why don't you get started on clean-up while I finish this?"
"I was trying to do something nice," Tony muttered as he filled the sink with hot, soapy water.
"And I appreciate it," I assured him. "But maybe you should've gone for something a bit more your pace. You know, like grilled cheese."
"Fuck off." Tony flicked soapy water at me. I spun around, tossing a pinch of cheese at him. He splashed me again, and then it was on.
I lunged at Tony, pinning an arm behind his back as I tickled his sides. Feeling bold, I shoved him forward over counter, grinding my hips against his ass. I bit his shoulder, smiling when Tony groaned, pressing back against me. "Say you're sorry. Thank me for saving your ass with dinner."
"I'd have gotten it," he argued, reaching back to dig his fingers into my ass.
"You're so cute," I teased, kissing my way across the back of his shoulders. "You need me, and you know it."
"I do... I so fucking do," he sighed. "How long does dinner have to cook?"
"Just long enough to melt the cheese. Maybe fifteen minutes." I spun Tony around so he faced me and immediately dropped to my knees. "We'd better make the most of the time we have."
I'd been planning on trying to find the courage to beg Tony to fuck me, but I'd been thinking after dinner would be better. In my mind, I imagined him pounding into me when Max walked through the door, and he'd be unable to resist. Although we were pros at foreplay, I was getting frustrated with their desire to take things slow when it came to intimacy between all three of us. And for some reason, I'd become obsessed with crossing this final barrier with Tony, alone. I needed to know for myself my attraction to him didn't hinge on having a buffer between us.
"Enzo, what are you—" I shut him up by yanking down his basketball shorts and underwear in one swift motion and sucking him to the back of my throat. He reached down, twisting his fingers through my hair, tugging and guiding me as he fucked my mouth.
