Nothing specific came to mind right away. I recalled all these vague, fleeting thoughts about him crawling into my bed after he'd stripped out of his clothes, but I doubted that was what Tony was hoping to hear. I'd learned he was a huge fan of dirty talk; sometimes all Max had to do was make filthy comments, and he'd be ready to pop.
"Come on," Tony goaded me. His hand slid over my dick, gently stroking me until I was fully hard again. He nipped my ear before sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. "Tell me what you wanted me to do to you. Because that's what you thought about, isn't it? You wished I'd pull back the covers on your bed and climb in next to you, didn't you?"
"Yes," I admitted, feeling my cheeks burn bright.
"What did I do once I was there?"
"You..." When I struggled to find my words, Tony gave my dick a squeeze. It was uncomfortable, but also erotic as hell. "You'd start sucking my neck, biting me. And you'd put your hand inside my pajama pants, jerking me off."
"Like this?" Tony asked as his hand dipped inside my pants, fingers curled around my dick. He bit the side of my neck, licking before he released my flesh. "What else did I do?"
"You'd keep going, dragging your thumb over the head of my cock." He used my words as instructions, tugging on me, teasing me as I continued explaining how I used to wish he'd get me off when we were teens. "Yeah, just like... Oh fuck... Like that, Tony. God, I wanna come so bad."
"Do it, baby," he goaded me, the endearment flowing easily past his lips. "Come for me, and then I'm going to make you lick my hand clean. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes... Please..." Oh god, I felt dirty and amazing, andoh shit, I wasn't going to last much longer.
"You're such a cum slut you'll love sucking every last drop off my hand, won't you? Youneedthis." His grip tightened. He sped up as he sucked on my neck hard enough I knew he'd leave a mark, but I couldn't bring myself to care. This was perfect. It was everything. It was— "That's it. Come all over me. Let me see how good I make you feel."
I jerked in Tony's embrace, cum spurting over his hand. As promised, he brought his hand to my mouth as I came down from the high. I curled my fingers lazily around his wrist, guiding him as I sucked each digit into my mouth, humming as I sucked the bitter release from his skin.
"We should probably get you cleaned up before Max gets home," Tony suggested as I recovered in his arms. While it wasn't a bad idea, I was too comfortable lying against him. I kept waiting for guilt to invade my mind, but it never came. Not for what we'd done without Max between us, and definitely not over what other people would think if they knew. For once, I couldn't bring myself to care, not when Tony made me feel boneless and sated.
Chapter Eleven
Max
"What in theunholy hell are you wearing?" I couldn't help the snort of laughter that burst from my mouth when I walked into the apartment and saw Tony dancing around the kitchen in a pair of skimpy bright blue briefs with bananas all over them. After the shitty night and morning I'd had, it was good to feel a bit of the weight on my shoulders lift.
"I'm not sure if I want to kick my brothers' asses or kiss them," Tony muttered as he sautéed veggies in the pan.
I slid in behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting one hand slide over the front of the ridiculous briefs. "What do your brothers have to do with the banana briefs?"
"The whole lot of them think they're a bunch of damn comedians," he grumbled, shaking his head. "These were the other part of their big birthday surprise, something about they knew how much I loved B-A-N-A-N-A-S and they couldn't resist getting them for me. I realized how long I've been putting off laundry when I reached into the drawer and these were the only underwear I had left."
"I'm not following at all." Usually, I was pretty good at deciphering what Tony meant versus what he said, but I felt further from an explanation than when I'd unlocked the front door.
"Everything comes back to the night of the Pride show," he explained, setting the spatula on a small plate next to the stove before leading me over to one of the stools at the breakfast bar. "I might've gotten a littleexcitedduring Peter's performance, so now they've made it their mission in life to never let me live it down."
"Okay, and how do a pair of underwear factor into their humiliation?" I needed a cup of coffee ASAP.
I'd gone home last night because my roommate had been leaving increasingly agitated voicemails for me saying we needed to talk. I'd been putting it off because I figured the asshole would like collecting my half of the rent even though I wasn't staying there, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with him when life had been going well lately. Unfortunately, he'd gotten my attention by threatening to toss all my shit in the dumpster if I was going to ghost him. It was a bit depressing to realize all of my worldly possessions fit in the rusted-out bed of my pickup.
Solving the mystery of the banana briefs seemed like a great diversion for a few minutes. After breakfast, I'd send Tony on his way to work and start looking for a new place to store my shit.
"Because he was dressed up like Gwen Stefani and performed “Hollaback Girl”.You know, the cadence about how this shit is bananas and all that? Well, they've latched onto it like... Well, I don't even know what like because it's too early in the damn morning, and I'm pissy about the fact I have to find time to do laundry and we're supposed to be going over to Mama's for dinner tonight." Tony only rambled when he was stressed out. Both of us on edge at the same time wasn't a good thing. Poor Enzo was going to kill one of us before the day was over.
At least I had the answer to my question. I smiled, drawing Tony in for a much-needed kiss when he put a plate of loaded scrambled eggs in front of me. "Are you sure you made enough? I don't have anything going on today; I can find something in a bit."
"Yeah, it's fine. If I get hungry, I'll grab a snack at work," he assured me as he poured each of us a cup of coffee and started the water kettle for Enzo's morning tea. For all his self-deprecation about being too selfish to make a relationship work, he took great care of us. After handing me a cup of perfectly doctored brew, he pulled out the seat next to me. "Enough about my underwear. You finally going to tell us what's going on? You've been tense lately, and then you bailed on us last night. I had to convince Enzo you weren't pissed about something, even though I wasn't sure if that was the case. You're not, are you?"
I pressed my hand over Tony's mouth to silence him. The rambling today was off the charts. "No, I'm not upset with either of you."
"Is it us in general? Are you frustrated we’re still taking things slower than snails fuck?" I barked out another laugh, loving Tony for showing me light when just an hour ago I was in a very dark place.
"No, no, it's nothing like that," I reassured him. I lifted the mug to my lips, sipping slowly to buy myself a few more seconds. It was completely irrational but being homeless for the first time since I was a teen had me feeling like a complete failure. It'd brought back the emotions I'd felt right after I left home when I was certain I'd never pull myself back up. But that was insane because if I could get past my own foolish pride, I had two men who'd help me through; all I had to do was ask. "Jimmy and I had it out last night. He wants to move his latest fuck toy in but doesn't think she'd appreciate 'someone like me' living there."
"That's such a fucking crock of shit!" Tony's outrage on my behalf helped settle my frayed nerves. He and Jimmy had never gotten along which was a big part of why we spent most of our time together here even before Enzo entered the picture. "He can't just kick you out, can he?"
