“Shit,” he curses just as he releases me and he slams into me even harder.
My dick is straining now and I’m trying to control my breathing.
Maximo slams into me one last time, hard enough that his desk moves forward, and I feel his cum emptying into me.
He lays down against me, his chest to my back and I can feel the deep breaths he’s taking. I allow myself to feel comfort in them and his body heat, enjoying the feel of him against me.
Both of our bodies are hot and messy with sweat and there’s a slight squelching sound as he pulls his body away from mine. He pulls out of me and I can feel his cum drizzling down my leg. His fingers run up the trail before I can feel him pushing his cum back inside of me.
“You know, Enzo, I don’t think I ever had an obsession with stuffing my cum inside of people until I met you.”
And there goes my stupid little heart, taking such a sick thing as a compliment.
“But I love it, love filling you up, and knowing that you’re walking around with me inside of you.”
He lays back against me and his chest heaves as he lets out a sigh. “You’re the only person I can trust,” he says, his breath moving a wisp of hair just above my cheek. “And Lucia. But it’s different. You’re my person.”
The confession sounds sweet, but I know it's truly more twisted. Because I’m just as obsessed with Maximo as he is with me, in the most toxic, unhealthy way that you can be.
The only difference is that I actually love him, and he just loves my infatuation and loyalty.
“And Winter,” he says after a moment. “There’s something about her that reminds me of you when we first met, something begging for me to corrupt her. But once I’m done, I don’t want to keep her, I want to absolutely destroy her until there’s nothing left.”
I have conflicting emotions about his statement.
I’m not stupid. I know Maximo will never love me. But I also know that what he feels for me will never be the same as what he feels about anyone else. Not even Winter.
But I don’t like the comparison.
It makes my heart twist in jealousy and something else that I can’t quite put my finger on… excitement?
My mind flashes to the shooting range where she’d watched Maximo suck me off. I loved having her eyes on me, knowing that she was watching him give me pleasure. And I wasn’t stupid, I knew she was hot, didn’t have to look at her to know it.
Maximo and I have shared women and men in the past, but that had been different.
She hadn’t touched either of us, and there also hadn’t been that slight resentment that I started feeling a while ago when someone else enjoyed me and Maximo.
In the beginning, it had always been fun, fucking men and women together. But lately I’ve wanted to kill anyone else who puts their hands or eyes on Maximo.
But not Winter.
No, I want more with her.
“I need to push my plans with her,” Maximo says, completely oblivious to the thoughts going on in my head.
He pulls back and he pulls me until I've turned around, my back against his desk as I stare up at him. His hair is in his face and I push back the urge to push it out of his face.
“Whatever Giovanni really has planned for her, he’s going to have to act on it soon enough. He can’t just have her continuing to waitress at that stupid fucking club, especially when it keeps getting shot up.”
I nod in agreement and he reaches out, trailing his fingers across my face.
“And we need to figure out who in the hell she’s covering for,” he says absently, continuing to stroke my skin.
His eyes meet mine just as his free hand wraps around my still hard dick. “I need you to do some digging into her past,” he says. His hand continues to stroke me and my thighs strain as I try to hold back my orgasm.
He grins, leaning down to run his tongue over the tip of my dick.
I moan, my head tilting back.
He tightens his grip on me, holding my orgasm back.
“And while you’re at it, find out what in the hell her crackhead brother has been up to.”