Chapter 7 Seven #4
Enzo pulled off, chest heaving as he said, “Fuck my mouth until you come.”
“Jesus Christ.” Seven nodded, thoughts hazy, his body telling him to say whatever he needed in order to get Enzo’s mouth back on him. Still, he heard himself say, “Only if you jerk yourself off while you do it.”
Enzo held his gaze as he unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, plunging his hand inside, eyes rolling as he closed his fist around his own aching cock, stroking it without any real finesse.
“Look who’s the sub now,” Seven managed, pulling Enzo’s mouth back towards his cock. “You look so good on your knees for me.”
Enzo took him to the root, moaning around him as he jerked himself.
Every time he hollowed his cheeks, Seven swore he saw fireworks explode behind his eyes.
Enzo wanted him to fuck his throat. Fuck, he could do that.
He tightened his fingers in his hair, rolling his hips, movements stuttering each time the older man gagged around him, sending shots of lightning through his blood.
“I’m not gonna last. It’s been too long and your fucking mouth feels so good,” he warned, refusing to look at Enzo.
If he did, it would be over. It was about to be over, anyway.
For all his teasing, Seven could feel himself passing the point of no return, and he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “I’m gonna come. Please, can I come? Please?”
Enzo’s moan was the only confirmation Seven got before his hips jerked and he came, shoving the heel of his own hand into his mouth to muffle his cries.
Enzo worked him through the aftershocks, licking at him until he hissed from oversensitivity.
Before he could even slip free of Enzo’s mouth, the older man was curling in on himself, groaning around Seven’s softening cock as he spilled over his own fist.
When Seven slipped free, he slid down the wall, his legs splaying on either side of Enzo where he sat back on his haunches, both of them trying to catch their breaths. When they made eye contact with each other, they both laughed then fell quiet.
After a minute, Enzo grabbed a pack of paper towels from the bottom shelf beside them, pulling some free to clean them both off.
Seven huffed out a humorless laugh. “Who says chivalry is dead?”
Enzo leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “What time is it?”
Seven dragged his phone from his wallet. “11:48. Why? You got another date in a different supply closet?”
“Uh, Lourdes is waiting for me in the car,” Enzo said, wincing.
“What?” Seven shouted, earning a wide-eyed look from Enzo.
“Do you want to get busted by someone who’s gonna come in here and see us with our dicks out?”
Seven ignored him. “You left one of the owners of our firm sitting in her car in the garage to come blow me?”
“I told her I had to make a quick call to a client.” He shrugged, getting to his feet.
“You’re crazy,” Seven said in a stage-whisper, letting Enzo help him up as well.
“About you,” Enzo countered.
Seven flushed, the tips of his ears burning bright. “That was so embarrassing. I’m embarrassed for you,” he taunted, shaking his head. “From Daddy dom to total simp. I should write a book.”
“It’s called a service top, you little brat.” He pulled up Seven’s underwear and pants, tucking his shirt in and smoothing out the wrinkles. “Besides, the best Daddys are simps for their boy. No?”
Seven tucked Enzo back into his black boxer briefs, returning the favor. “Is that what I am? Your boy?” he murmured.
Enzo tipped his chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Do you want to be?”
Seven’s chest tightened. “Not if I have to stand in line.”
Enzo pretended to look behind Seven. “Do you see a line? There’s only you. Since the day we met, there’s only ever been you.”
“You’re saying I can call you Daddy?”
“You can call me whatever you want, brat.” His expression grew stormy. “I just don’t want you to regret it.”
Seven rolled his eyes, rubbing his palms on Enzo’s silky shirt. “Is this the part where you warn me that I’ll get tired of waiting?”
Enzo glowered at him playfully. “Maybe?”
Seven sighed, then gently slapped Enzo’s cheek. “Here’s the truth that nobody else has been willing to say. If you wanted to, you would.”
“Meaning?”
“You didn’t make her or anyone else a priority because you didn’t want to.
If you want to put me first, you will. And if you don’t, then you really didn’t want me to begin with and I’ll act accordingly.
” Enzo stared at him, mouth gaping until Seven tapped his chin.
“Hurry up, our boss is waiting for you.”
Enzo seemed to snap out of his haze. “Uh, right. Yeah.”
Enzo turned on his heel, making for the door. His hand was on the doorknob when he stopped, then came back, sweeping Seven against him and kissing the air from his lungs.
When he pulled back, he grinned. “I’ll text you.”
Seven fell back against the wall, his knees quaking, pressing his fingertips against his swollen mouth, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Had that really just happened?