“Fuck him anyway,” India said, and they both turned to look at her. She shrugged. She hadn’t moved from the table, but she looked more aroused, her breath coming faster, her lips parted a little.
“Do you want to join India?” Enzo asked.
She shook her head. “I want to watch you two have sex.”
“This is insane,” Sean whispered. But he had been the one to chase Enzo down.
“Insane stuff happens when you’re coming down from adrenaline,” Enzo said with a shrug. “Maybe we’ll regret it tomorrow. Or we’ll have discovered something new about ourselves.”
“Either way, I’ll get a show.” India leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm, grinning.
Sean shuddered, glancing at India. Enzo wasn’t sure what to do about India’s presence, but he definitely wanted to fuck Sean. He wanted to know every sound of pleasure Sean made, to learn what he responded to, and he pressed his lips against Sean’s, nibbling and sucking, as he ran his hands down Sean’s back, touching the warm muscle, the tight tendons. Sean groaned as Enzo’s hands skimmed over his ass, massaging the hard muscles there, and his arms tightened around Enzo, his hands exploring more. They needed to be naked. There was too much fabric between them.
Desperate now, Enzo unbuttoned Sean’s pants. His mouth grazed down Sean’s jaw, to his neck, and he gave that slightly too hard nip to the shoulder that he knew Sean was totally into. Sean’s hands were on the fly of Enzo’s pants, pushing them over his hipbones, baring him. They stepped away from each other for a moment to kick off their pants and underwear, and Enzo visually devoured the details of Sean’s body.
Sean was a work of art, beautifully sculpted, with a big, thick cock arcing up against his stomach, pulsing with need. Enzo wanted to wrap his lips around Sean, to drop to his knees and suck wildly, to taste Sean’s cum.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Sean groaned, his voice hoarse. He was looking at Enzo like he wanted to devour him, and he reached out and traced a scar on Enzo’s hip.
“You are beautiful,” Enzo said, loving the way Sean’s cock arced up against his stomach, hard and ready for touch. He reached out and stroked the other man, and Sean groaned. “Show me your ass.”
Sean glanced towards India again. She shrugged, though she looked a little like she couldn’t believe Enzo’s suggestion, either. He turned, the muscles in his ass flexing, and Enzo groaned, stepping up behind him and kissing his neck, settling his cock between the round cheeks of Sean’s ass as he jerked the other man a few times. He turned them to face India and met her eyes.
“I can’t believe I’m doing any of this,” Sean said as Enzo kissed his way down Sean’s back, tracing his lips closer and closer to where he wanted to be.
“But you want it?” Sean’s cock jerked in Enzo’s hand and he had his answer, he let go of Sean’s cock to spread him and lick at his hole. Sean made a sweet little whimpering noise, arching his back into Enzo’s touch.
“But I want it. Need it,” he whispered.
Chapter 13 - Sean
“Fuck me.” Sean had completely lost his mind. That was the only explanation. He had been joking when he had asked Enzo to cuddle, but the big man had crawled into his lap and nuzzled his chest, and Sean had experienced something warm and calming. Something that settled his frazzled nerves after the car bomb. Enzo had touched him idly, and Sean had pretended to focus on his book, had joked about it with India, but his body had responded to the touch in a way that he had never responded to anyone. He loved to fuck, and he was open-minded about sex, but he hadn’t taken things with a man this far before.
Groaningas Enzo swirled his tongue against Sean’s asshole, Sean reached back and gripped the big man’s hair, yanking him close a Enzo’s tongue penetrated him for the first time. He couldn’t think straight, this man had him pinned, was tongue-fucking him in a wild, beautiful way.
After a moment, Enzo stood and held Sean close, rubbing big hands down his body. He could feel the throbbing heat of Enzo’s cock pressed against his ass, and all he could think to do was to press in closer. Sean reached back and dragged his hand over Enzo, pulling him to where he needed to be, the broad head of his cock pressed between his ass cheeks. He shuddered at the implications of his actions, at the thought of taking Enzo’s big dick inside him.
The urge to submit to a man was completely new to Sean, but Enzo had some kind of draw, and about halfway through the couch snuggle, Sean had given in. He loved Enzo’s big body, Enzo’s massive, calloused hands on him, and the way Enzo gripped his muscles, massaging him. He loved Enzo’s rough kisses, the scrape of stubble against his skin.
So he embraced the sensations of being pressed against Enzo, and he turned around and kissed Enzo again, pulling him closer. They had vastly different builds, but were about the same height. Sean was lean and cut where Enzo was bulky, but the way their bodies aligned was interesting. Their hips perfectly aligned, their cocks gliding against each other as their hips rocked closer. Enzo’s arms were tight around him, and his kisses were wild and desperate now. Hungry.
Sean looped his arms around Enzo’s waist and trailed his hands down to the hard roundness of Enzo’s ass, yanking the man hard against him. “Be my dom, please.” He hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so desperate, but it was what it was.
A wide grin spread over Enzo’s face, and he instructed Sean to stand with his palms on the kitchen island and bend forward. “You enjoy spanking?”
“I enjoy spanking other people,” Sean insisted.
“But you want me to dom you?”
“Yes.” Sean was unable to say no to this man, even bent over the kitchen counter, exposed. He glanced towards India, who was watching, her eyes wide. Enzo slapped his bottom hard. A shuddering rush went through Sean’s body, coupled with his state of arousal, to make for a pleasant sting. He wanted to sink into it, to let Enzo bring him to subspace. “Fuck. I enjoy all spanking. Again.”
Enzo chuckled. “Safe word is red.” He kissed Sean’s back, lingering on his shoulders, nibbling at his spine, and massaging his ass, and Sean groaned, wanting more roughness, begging for it. Enzo gave him what he needed, slapping him a few more times, pausing the torture to massage him and stroke his cock. “You good?”
“So good,” Sean murmured. The big man’s rough treatment of his body was somehow perfect, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady high. Enzo groaned and grabbed Sean’s face and sealed his lips against Sean’s again, thanking him with a luxurious kiss, one that was both forceful and sensual. The cold granite under his forearms made him shiver a little as he braced himself for more spanking, and this time, Enzo’s fingers roamed more boldly, pressing into his asshole. Sean cursed, looking back over his shoulder at the man, who gave him a wicked grin.
“Don’t you need lube?” India asked, her voice curious and calm. “I might have some in my purse.”
“You have lube in your purse? I need that story,” Enzo said.
