“Little Mouse, did you know that Enzo loves an audience?” Maximo asks so casually that it takes me a moment to realize he’s talking to me. “Loves people watching as I fuck him beyond coherency.”
Maximo leans in, drawing a tongue over Enzo’s boxers, all while his hand remains inside. He lets out a long, drawn out moan before leaning back.
“When I told him he’d be a good soldier while you watched us today, he didn’t want to go along with this.” His hand starts to move quickly before stopping again, forcing a low moan from Enzo. “But he can never tell me no.” His gaze meets mine and the glimmer of malice mixed with lust has my knees growing weak. “And soon, neither will you.”
I reach behind me to grab the tray to help keep my balance as my legs turn into jelly.
Maximo removes his hand from Enzo’s boxers, only to pull them down his legs. Enzo’s cock springs out, veiny, thick, and hard as a rock. Maximo grasps the length, leaning in to lick down the shaft before sliding his tongue along Enzo’s balls.
My heart goes erratic in my chest and I squeeze my legs together as heat shoots through my core.
He continues to play with Enzo’s balls, squeezing them anytime Enzo starts moving, his eyes completely closed again. Maximo drags his tongue up to the tip, engulfing the head this time. He doesn’t go far, only enough to tease Enzo, whose face is showing visible strain.
Maximo pushes his free hand under Enzo’s shirt as he takes him deeper into his mouth this time. Enzo wavers slightly before straightening himself.
Maximo leans off him, laughing eerily. “Open your eyes, soldier,” he mutters before taking Enzo back into his mouth. He goes all the way down to the root this time, and Enzo’s moan sounds tortured.
Maximo pops back off. “I said open your eyes, Enzo. Open your eyes and look right at her if you want to come, or I’ll leave you like this for days, for weeks.” Maximo looks up at Enzo, whose eyes are still closed. He brings his hand to his cock, stroking it slowly, his grip tight. “Maybe even months, I do have other toys to play with after all.”
Maximo’s gaze shoots to me for the briefest moment, the smile on his face cruel before he returns his attention back to Enzo. “But you, Enzo, you won’t have anything, not my hand, not my mouth, and not my dick.” His hand stops moving, squeezing even tighter until Enzo whimpers. “And if you try to go to someone else without my permission, I’ll kill them. Just like last time.”
My blood goes cold. Maximo killed someone for sleeping with Enzo without his permission?
Maximo’s statement disappears into the air as if its’ significance isn’t heavy. He leans back in to lick the underside of Enzo’s shaft before pulling back. “Now open your fucking eyes.”
And Enzo does, looking right at me. His gaze is heavy, the lids low, but they're open and staring right at me.
“Good, soldier,” Maximo says, somehow making the comment sound both mocking and seductive.
He slides his fingers in his mouth, licking them before sliding them under and behind Enzo’s cock. Enzo lets out a soft curse and as I watch him, I realize what Maximo’s doing.
“Another thing about my soldier, Winter, he loves it when I ram my fingers deep into his ass while I take him down my throat.” And as if to prove that his statement is true, he does just that, putting his mouth back on Enzo and taking him all the way to the base while his fingers continue working in Enzo’s ass.
And my arousal is back, thoughts of killing completely gone from my mind. I squirm, knowing I’m soaking my panties. Pinpricks attack my skin and my head feels light as Maximo continues to deepthroat Enzo.
My gaze meets Enzo’s at the same time his orgasm finally hits and watching the ecstasy washing sparks my arousal. He tosses his head back, his lips parted and a soft gasp echoes through the room. His legs waver. For a second, I think he’s going to fall down, but I notice Maximo’s hands on his hips. He holds him steady as he keeps his mouth on him, watching him the entire time.
Enzo lets out hoarse whimpers that finally fade into silence. For a moment, nothing happens and then everything goes still. Maximo rises to his feet with a satisfied smile on his lips, Enzo’s cum accompanying it. He abandons Enzo, making his way over to me and trapping me against the stall’s tray.
I gasp, my breaths short and my body hot. Maximo pushes his knee between my legs. The friction against my core has me letting out a small whimper.
When Maximo’s lips graze mine, I can taste the saltiness of Enzo’s cum. His lips spread into a smile against mine and he speaks, “No one can say I forced you this time, Winter Chastine.”