The strain on his face is visible.
“Don’t come, Enzo,” Maximo tells him even as he continues to stroke his dick. He thrusts into Enzo two more times before he goes absolutely still, letting out a groan.
He pulls out of Enzo, stepping back and when his eyes meet mine, I go a little lightheaded.
Enzo’s arms tighten around my waist before he’s pulling me completely off of the stool. I gasp, placing my hands against his back.
Pain rips through my skull as my hair is pulled and my face goes forward. I’m not sure what’s happening at first, feeling the soft pressure against my lips. But when my eyes focus in, I realize Maximo is kissing me while Enzo holds me over his shoulder.
I feel a little dizzy as his tongue strokes against my lips but then he’s stepping back. “Put her down,” he tells Enzo.
Enzo sets me gently on my feet, but my legs still don’t feel strong enough and I have to hold onto him to keep from falling.
“On your knees, Winter,” Maximo says, moving around Enzo. He’s pulled his pants back up and he’s in the process of zipping them as he looks at me.
I look at Enzo, but I can’t read the expression on his face. But when I look down, I find his dick still hard and straining, the tip a feverish red. I look back at him, licking my lips and a muscle jumps in his jaw.
“Your knees, Winter, I’m not going to repeat myself,” Maximo says. “Enzo made sure you and I both got off, now it’s time he does the same.”
I think about it before I do it and that has to count for something. But in the end, I still find myself falling to my knees.
“Hands by your sides, Winter,” Maximo says. He steps up beside Enzo, his gaze hot on me.
I place my hands at my sides.
“Now, Enzo, take what you want,” he commands him.
Enzo’s hand strokes his dick and he squeezes his eyes closed, seeming to have an internal battle. But when his eyes open, it’s clear he’s made up his mind. He steps forward, the head of his dick brushing against my lips and I can taste the saltiness of his precum.
I part my lips and that’s all he needs as he shoves into my mouth. I gag on the first thrust, his dick hitting the back of my throat. But it doesn’t deter him as he ruthlessly fucks my mouth. I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing that I’m not actually expected to do anything. I’m still feeling a little dazed from my own orgasm, but if I was allowed to do anything, then maybe I’d be able to slow down the roughness and the depth of Enzo’s thrusts.
When he hits the back of my throat again, I go to jerk away, but Maximo places his hand on the back of my head, refusing to let me move. I try to toss my head the side but it’s useless. My heart hammers in my chest.
Enzo lets out a groan, slamming so hard into my throat that I think I’m going to throw up when I gag. But then his cum is shooting down my throat and I’m caught between coughing and gagging.
“Swallow it,” Maximo says, not releasing the back of my head.
My eyes water as I try to swallow it all down. When Enzo finally pulls out, I fall forward, coughing. My face is hot and my throat burns as if I got strangled.
After a few moments, the coughs dies down, but my face and throat feel like they’re on fire.
Shoes move into my line of vision and I look up to find Maximo standing over me. “Not bad,” he says, a note of approval in his voice. “But you may want to wipe your mouth before you return downstairs.” He turns away from me.
Moving over to Enzo, he pulls the man’s pants up around his waist, buttoning him up in a gesture that seems oddly affectionate. “Let’s go,” he says to him and it clear that he isn’t giving him a choice. “Don’t take too long,” he says to me over Enzo’s shoulder before they’re both disappearing out of the room.
I take deep breaths, trying to get myself together before I go back downstairs.
I’m just about to get up off of the floor when the door opens again and I think that Maximo has come back for more, but I’m shocked when I meet Amarie’s gaze.
Her eyes travel over my body and she shakes her head. “Girl, what in the hell have you gotten yourself into?”