Cruel Summer

Enzo’s gaze flickers over to me and there’s hesitance in his face, but it disappears when Maximo places a foot in the middle of his back, giving him a hard kick in my direction.

Enzo’s breath rushes out of his lungs and he manages to catch himself. One hand plants on the ground between my thighs, the other on the outside. He lifts his chin, his eyes hot as they meet mine. He’s hovering just over where my fingers are still on my clit, even though they’ve now paused.

For a moment, neither of us move.

I yelp when Enzo’s hand reaches out, grabbing my thigh. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me across the slippery floor until I’m pressed right into him. I place a hand on his shoulder, trying to settle in, just as his lips slams into mine.

The first thought I have is that I’ve come far too familiar with the taste of Maximo’s cum, because it’s the first thing I taste on Enzo’s lip. And underneath that salty, tangy flavor is something that is purely Enzo, something sweet and maybe more addicting than I’d like to admit.

His tongue swipes into my mouth, rough and angry. I allow him access without any hesitation. I grip him tightly and it makes me realize he’s still fully dressed when my hand wraps into the fabric of his shirt.

His hand on my thigh moves across my skin before it skirts across my entrance. I jolt, my clit throbbing. Two fingers shove inside of me and I gasp, pulling away from his lips as his fingers thrust into me.

It feels like I can’t breathe as his fingers manipulate my body and when his thumb glosses over my clit, I try to squeeze my legs closed, the pleasure too much. His free hand shoves my thighs back apart, exposing me to him completely. His lips pulls away and his eyes hold mine as he continues to fuck my pussy.

I can feel my orgasm approaching even as Enzo’s lips move back over mine. His teeth capture my lips, biting down, and the slight bite of pain has my vision going sideways.

Yes, that’s it, right there.

His fingers hook inside of me and he doesn’t need to hold my legs open anymore as pleasure explodes into me. They’ve gone limp. I couldn’t try to squeeze them closed even if I wanted to.

“That’s enough,” Maximo’s voice cuts in, and like an obedient dog, Enzo pulls his fingers out of me in one smooth motion, his lips leaving mine.

I let out a whine as I look up at Maximo. I’d completely forgotten about him, something I wouldn’t have ever thought possible.

Maximo’s leaning against the wall and I have to wonder if he’s just been watching this whole time. But when my gaze lands on a pool cleaning pole leaning against the wall in front of him, I realize he had to have retrieved it. It wasn’t there before.

“You went a little above and beyond, Enzo. You were just supposed to be giving her a taste, not getting her off,” he drawls, but he doesn’t seem completely upset.

He picks up the pole by the aluminum pole, approaching us. Enzo seems to be as entranced as I am, the both of us waiting to see what’s going to come next.

Hopefully me.

Maximo stops next to us and his gaze snaps to Enzo. “Get undressed,” he orders.

Enzo rises to his feet and he discards his clothes quickly, tossing them up onto a dry table a couple of feet away. When he’s done, Maximo trails a finger over his naked chest and I can’t help but to stare.

Enzo’s body is… magnificent.

Hard, strong pectorals, abs not completely defined but definitely muscular. And when my eyes trail over the multiple old wounds on his body, I can’t help but to wonder the story behind each one.

“Back on your knees,” Maximo tells him, pointing for him to kneel next to me. “And up on yours,” he tells me.

Enzo shuffles down to his knees. I have to confirm that my limbs will even still work before I can climb to my knees beside him. His arm brushes against mine, but when I look over at him, his full attention is on Maximo.

Nobody says a word, and the only sound in the room is from the pool outside, water rippling. A soft breeze enters the pool room and I shiver.

“Open your mouth,” Maximo says and I think he’s talking to me but when I look up, his gaze is on Enzo.

Enzo’s lips part. Maximo’s holds onto his chin with his free hand, trailing his thumb along Enzo’s plump lips. “So obedient, my soldier,” he mutters and I think the affection I hear has to be a trick of my mind.

I confirm that it’s a trick when Maximo forces the end of the pool stick between Enzo’s lips without mercy. There’s no way he has any affection for the man with how hard he forces the wide pole into his mouth.

Enzo’s eyes fall closed and while he was able to handle Maximo’s dick without gagging, he does so this time. Maximo doesn’t show any sympathy, pulling the stick in and out of his mouth. Saliva paints the stick wet.

“Your turn,” Maximo says. He withdraws the stick from between Enzo’s lips and he places it against mine, waiting for me to open up.

Horror shoots through me. The pole is definitely wider than Maximo’s dick and less forgiving. I keep my lips shut.