Chapter 13 #3
He was just too focused to want to be bothered with anybody else right now.
There was just Will. Only Will.
Breathless from his jog up the stairs, he paused in front of Will’s door and knocked.
Like he’d been waiting, Will opened it on the first knock and immediately took Enzo’s arm, tugging him in.
He was in a white T-shirt and blue shorts, hugging all those rippling muscles Enzo wanted to explore more closely. His mouth watered.
Enzo had dressed relatively simply too. T-shirt. Shorts. Easy to remove, though he wasn’t exactly proud that the thought had crossed his mind more than once as he’d been getting dressed.
For a second, Will stared at him, eyes flicking to his mouth, and they didn’t say anything.
Enzo swallowed hard. “Hey,” he said. Suddenly feeling awkward and a little stupid. Should he have not been so goddamned eager?
Then Will bent towards him, his mouth reaching for his, and it was all over.
They both went up like dry kindling, stumbling to the edge of the bed, lips fused together, hands everywhere. Then Will’s fingers found the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, over his head.
Enzo did the same, groaning as he finally got to touch Will’s bare chest, follow every smooth line of muscle he’d been dreaming about seeing up close and personal.
“God, you’re so hot,” Enzo murmured against his lips.
“That’s you, Honey Bunny,” Will said, his voice rough and desperate as he flipped them.
He pressed Enzo to the edge and then stepped between his legs again.
The bed was lower than the desk had been earlier today and so the angle wasn’t quite as extraordinary, but it was still damn good.
It was still way too easy for Enzo to drag him in with his legs, flicking off his shoes as he wound himself around his man.
Will’s hands found their way into his hair, tangling through the curls, soothing and gripping all at the same time, pinging Enzo with pleasure and pain until he was dizzy with it.
“That good?” Will asked, one hand dropping to Enzo’s shoulder and then farther down to his waist, tracing up and down his back.
Enzo kissed him back harder, answering without words just how much he liked it.
Telling him just how much more he wanted.
Will’s shoulders were big and broad, easy for Enzo to grip.
Surprisingly soft too, despite how gorgeously ripped he was.
It seemed impossible this was a man who made ice cream for a living, but then he lifted Enzo right up, like he weighed nothing and put him farther back on the bed, crawling over him like a predator who’d just discovered a particularly tasty bit of prey he wanted to snack on.
“Want you,” Enzo groaned, as Will’s mouth slid from his, down lower, to his neck, and then lower still. Coasting down his chest, licking over a nipple, and then finding the trail of dark hair that led to his shorts.
“Yeah?” Will’s fingertips grazed his cock, hard and aching, and Enzo arched up underneath him.
“God, more, more,” Enzo begged. He already felt mindless with pleasure, desperate for Will’s big, competent hands to take him and then drive him wild with it.
Will tugged down his shorts, Enzo exhaling short and sharp as he leaned down, warm breath ghosting over where he wanted his mouth the most.
There was no room—no place whatsoever—for insecurity, because Enzo was so aroused from the thought that this was finally about to happen. Then there was the hot look Will shot him from his baby blues as he glanced up at Enzo, taking in all of him now that he was naked.
“Been thinking about this. Ever since we got naked on the beach, and I thought, if I ever see you like this again, I’d get to touch.” Will did now, stroking a fingertip up and down Enzo’s thigh, making him shiver with it.
“Thought about touching you too.” Enzo paused. “A lot. A lot.”
Will laughed.
There wasn’t any room for awkwardness or hesitation, because they’d felt the same. Even back then.
Before then, way before then, if Enzo was being totally honest.
“You wanna touch me, too?” Will asked, licking his lips.
God, Enzo wanted those lips on his cock. Wrapped around his cock.
But yeah, he was all about reciprocation. Definitely. You didn’t get a guy that looked like Will in your bed and not spend a lot of time fantasizing about it.
Will looked at him, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.
And Enzo was hardly going to argue.
“Oh yeah, Stud Muffin. Let’s do it.”
Will slid off him, eyes never leaving Enzo’s body as he shed his own clothes, revealing the rest of his gorgeous tan, turning the pale color of vanilla as he pulled down his boxer briefs.
His cock was big and hard, and he reached down, groaning as he stroked himself.
“That’s mine,” Enzo said, leaning over and smacking his hand away. He wiggled closer and wrapped his hand around. Will gasped but then Enzo removed his hand.
He scooted back on the bed, motioning to Will to come closer. “Come on, baby,” he crooned. “Come over here and make me feel good. While I make you feel good.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Will said and climbed back on the bed. A moment later, he was caging Enzo again, but this time, it wasn’t Will’s mouth that Enzo lifted his mouth to.
His cock tasted even better than it looked. Enzo loved how it twitched against his tongue, loved the noises Will was making as he lowered his own head.
And then they were just as muffled as Enzo’s own moans as Will put his gorgeous mouth to good use.
Blowjobs were usually pretty goddamned amazing, but like this, pleasure circling pleasure, giving and taking, they were even better. Enzo nipped his balls and then stroked them with his fingertips.
Opened his legs wider when Will went deeper, sucking him hard, and slid a finger down, grazing his hole.
Enzo made a garbled noise as he sank just the tip in, and Will lifted his head. “Like that, do you?”
Pleasure was fizzy in his veins, the intoxicating brew making him giddy as he pushed Will, sucking him harder, playing insistently with his balls, angling his head at just the right angle so Will could sink practically to his throat.
“Jesus God,” Will cried out as he licked the tip of Enzo’s cock, a whole finger deep in his ass now.
Then he found the spot that lit Enzo up, and it only took a few strokes before he was nearly choking around Will’s cock, coming like a freight train as Will strung it out, finger massaging his prostate with every pulse of his orgasm.
Will was still hard against his tongue as he came down.
He made a disappointed sound as Will lifted himself off, tongue flicking out to clean his lips from Enzo’s come.
Enzo heard how rough his voice was already when he asked, “You wanna fuck my face, baby?”
Will groaned in approval, and Enzo sank to his knees next to the bed, hungrily guiding Will’s cock back into his mouth. It was easier like this, less of a difficult angle, and he could really work all the spots that seemed to make Will loud and appreciative.
And then somehow it became a game. Just like before, except this was real.
How loud could he make Will?
Could he make him scream?
Then Will gripped his hair, with that intoxicating grip—soft but hard; gentle but insistent—and took over, Enzo slicking his tongue along the underside as Will thrust.
“God, baby, I’m so close,” Will babbled loudly.
Enzo wanted him louder.
Wanted to wake up the whole goddamn Inn again.
Slipped his thumb up, right behind his balls, and the moment he touched Will’s hole, his hips stuttered, and Enzo knew he had him.
Half a dozen unsteady thrusts later, Enzo was wiggling a second finger along his thumb, and Will shouted, coming with long, hot pulses down his throat.
“My God,” Will said, sounding shattered as he collapsed onto the bed, knees shaky.
“Good?” Enzo sounded like he’d been sucking cock. But probably the whole Inn had a decent idea what they’d been up to at least tonight—if not last night—so it was hardly time for him to get embarrassed about it.
“The best. Oh my God,” Will repeated, a glazed look of contentment on his handsome face.
Enzo lifted himself up and tucked himself in, right under Will’s arm.
They were allowed to cuddle now. In fact, it was practically encouraged.
For a long minute and then another, they lay there in happy satisfaction. Quiet. Nothing, Enzo thought, needed to be said.
But then there was a knock on the door.
Will groaned. He glanced over at Enzo. “I think next time we’ve got to go to your place.”
Laughing, Enzo rolled over and tucked himself under the sheet as Will grabbed his boxer briefs and shoved them on, walking on still-unsteady legs to the door.
And sure enough, Enzo could see Joy, her mouth in a thin, unhappy line, on the other side.
“Will, really,” she said.
“I’d apologize, but I’m not really sorry,” Will said, and Enzo could tell from his voice that he was smiling.
Joy shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Of course you’re not. Get familiar with Enzo’s place, alright? I know he has one. And it’s thankfully far from any neighbors who could complain.”
“Got it,” Will said and closed the door.
A second later he returned to the bed, tugging Enzo over so he was lying half on his chest. “You totally did that on purpose,” he said a minute later, not sounding particularly upset.
“Make you loud? I don’t know, I could absolutely suck your cock less brilliantly next time, if you want to be quieter,” Enzo teased.
Will laughed again, and a part of his heart that he thought had always been cold, always been untouched, throbbed.
It wasn’t enough that the sex had been just as good as it had promised to be.
It had been fun too. They could laugh about it. He’d never had so much fun with another guy before. Never been quite so unworried about it all.
“Don’t you dare,” Will said drowsily. “You spending the night again?”
“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” Enzo said, and it was the truth.