“You’ve got to be careful, Mouse,” Maximo taunts as he takes a step forward. His steps echo in the room. “You never know when someone is out for you or when they’ll come and collect. I could have as easily been Te Drake, that hit is still out on your head, you know?" He drops the tidbit of information so casually that it takes a moment for my brain to catch up with what he just said.
There’s still a hit on my head?
“My brother doesn’t understand why, considering Javier Ramos is dead and he ordered the hit, and Sheffield didn’t place it, he wants to kill you himself,” he shrugs, “but oh well. Now, get on your knees.” The way his mood switches so swiftly and casually has fear racing through my chest.
His dark eyes watch me as I struggle with the war going on inside of me. I’m still fully naked, beads of water form the shower painting my skin. And I know exactly where this is about to go. Maximo didn’t just come in here to teach me a lesson about not staying aware of my surroundings. And he didn’t bring Enzo to watch as he gave the little speech.
Fuck.
“I won’t tell you again, Mouse,” he barks out, his words sharp and harsh.
I take a deep gulp before climbing to my knees, being careful not to slip on the wet floor. My heart thumps in my chest, the noise emanating in my ears until it’s all I can hear. The hard floor bites into my knees and I know I’ll probably be bruised up later. The sharp stench of chlorine fills the room.
Maximo takes a step forward, stopping just in front of me. “It seems, you’ve got me all wet, Winter,” he drawls, looking down his nose at me. “Undress me,” he orders.
I suck in a deep breath, but I don’t hesitate. The harder I make this, the worse it’s going to be. If I cooperate, like before, then maybe he’ll take things easy on me, or at least as easy as Maximo can take something. I may even get an orgasm out of the whole ordeal.
My fingers fumble with his belt before I finally get a grip and then I pull down his zipper. I’m not surprised when his cock pops right out when I push his pants down. Maximo seems to always be going commando.
He kicks the pants off from around his ankles, leaving the loafers on and something about him only being half dressed has me squeezing my thighs together and shifting slightly.
His eyes light up as a cruel smile takes over his lips. “Look at you, already ready for my cock, Mouse. You can try to pretend like you don’t enjoy this still, but I bet if I touched you right now, I’d find your cunt dripping wet for me.”
It isn’t a lie.
My jaw tightens and I tilt my gaze to the ground as heat takes over my face.
What am I turning into?
Maximo’s hand bunches in my hair and he pulls my head back sharply. I open my mouth to scream, but he thrusts his cock into my mouth as soon as it opens. He hits the back of my throat and my eyes water as I choke. I bring my hands to his thighs, trying to get him to back off a little, but he continues to push forward.
He slams in and out of my mouth so hard that I slide slightly on the floor and I blink hard as a gag racks my body. Maximo tosses me to the side and I land in a wet puddle as my body racks with more coughs. My vision is blurry and it feels like my throat is on fire. The saltiness of Maximo’s precum lingers in my mouth.
“Get over here and show her how to take a real mouth fucking, soldier,” Maximo says sharply even as his gaze remains on me.
I lift my head, remembering Enzo lingering by the door. When my gaze lands on him, he’s already walking toward us, his shoulders tight. He’s pointedly not looking at me, not even when he drops to his knees just a foot away from me.
Maximo’s gaze snaps to me as Enzo’s hand grips the base of his cock. “Watch, and don’t even fucking think about going anywhere,” he warns me right before he plunges into Enzo’s mouth. He’s ruthless as his hips snap forward. Enzo’s lips stretch wide and Maximo bottoms out, his balls slapping against Enzo’s chin with a sick squelch.
My lips part as my core tingles and my body flushes both with embarrassment and lust.
God, this shouldn’t be turning me on as much as it is.
As Maximo continues to assault Enzo’s mouth, I have to wonder if this is how I look when I suck him off. Spent, used, helpless. But somehow, Enzo makes it look hot.
My hand moves down my thigh, but I snatch it back up the second I realize what I’m doing.
“Do it,” Maximo barks out, his hand wrapped in Enzo’s short hair as he continues to fuck his face. His face is turned in my direction, hsi eyes half closed. “Go ahead and rub yourself, Winter. Because as soon as I’m done with Enzo, you’re pussy is going to be fucked good and hard. You’ll want all the prep you can get.”
I take the warning for what it is, fear outweighing my embarrassment as I let my fingers slide through my lips. I circle my clit, my heart going wild as I continue to watch the scene in front of me.
Maximo barely ever lets Enzo come up for air and when he does, the other man is only allowed to gulp in a couple of good breaths before he’s being fucked again.
Maximo lets out a grunt, slamming into Enzo’s mouth one last time before he goes completely still. “Swallow every last drop,” he tells Enzo.
Enzo’s face is a slight red as his throat bulges slightly. When Maximo finally releases him, he sinks to his knees, a little water dripping from his eyes.
Maximo smiles at him before pointing a finger at him. “Don’t be selfish, Enzo, let Winter have a taste,” he orders the man.