Chapter 31
Enzo
W hen I walk into the house, I can hear the noise from a video game coming from the living room, letting me know where I can find Joey. My instinct is to go find Elise first, but I know I should check in with him before I do anything else. And it’s a good thing I do. The stench of lust is strong, and I’m greeted by two panicked, guilty faces.
I take in the scene in front of me. Elise is on her hands and knees with Joey behind her. She’s in uniform—as she should be, although I want to be mad about it—and her dress is hiked up over her hips. Joey’s hands haven’t moved since I walked in. He and Elise both appear to be frozen in place, actually. I’m not positive they’re still breathing. The power trip from seeing their reaction to me catching them is what I imagine heroin addicts are constantly chasing. I could get used to this feeling.
It’s not exactly a surprise that they’ve used their alone time to fuck around and test the rules, but I can’t say that I’m thrilled with it. For one thing, the look on Joey’s face tells me that he was seriously considering going balls deep in her ass, rules be damned. But I keep my face carefully neutral so as not to give them evidence that they were right to doubt my ability to share.
It’s not like I can blame Joey for being tempted. He’s an ass man, and hers is top-of-the-line. Plus, she was trained for this role and knows how to use her body to sway even the strongest of men. Just look at me, for example. I’ve never been as distracted as I’ve been since she moved into my house. The lack of control I feel around her is new and utterly unnerving.
My eyes flick between them and then I shrug. “Go on, then. Don’t stop on my account.” I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe, waiting to see what they’ll do.
“What exactly do you think was about to happen?” Joey asks, eyeing me suspiciously.
I smirk and say, “I think you were about to break the rules.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Disbelief colors his voice, and he shakes his head. “I don’t buy it.”
“Go on. You know you want to.” I hold my relaxed stance so as not to spook him. “I bet her ass is all you’ve dreamed about for weeks. Take it.”
“This feels like a trap,” he says, but he shifts behind her and grabs two handfuls of her cheeks. “If I do this, you better not traumatize her by shooting me in the head while I’m buried in her ass,” he warns me.
“Don’t worry. I think she’s been traumatized enough recently. She deserves a reward.” My gaze moves to Elise, and she’s rolling her eyes at me. It makes my hand twitchy, but I stay where I am.
“Getting fucked in the ass isn’t everyone’s idea of a reward, you know.” The sassy tone in her voice is just begging to be fucked out of her, but I hold myself back. I’m just watching tonight.
“Are you saying you don’t want it?” Joey’s face falls at my words, and I almost feel bad for him.
“I didn’t say that.”
Elise
When Enzo walks in, my whole body freezes. I don’t move a single muscle, and I can feel a cold sweat threatening to break out. He wasn’t supposed to come back yet. My whole plan hinges on him being gone so that I can try to get information out of Joey.
I watch their exchange with a sense of trepidation. He must be trying to trick Joey into breaking the rules. Maybe something happened at work that made him more bloodthirsty than usual, and he’s going to take out his anger on Joey. But then I take a closer look and see through his casual facade. He’s acting like he doesn’t care, but I can see the lust in his eyes. He’s curious. He wants to watch what Joey can do to me.
But what if he doesn’t like it? What if he regrets giving Joey permission to fuck me?
“She deserves a reward,” Enzo says, and my eyes snap to his. When I play the conversation back in my mind and I realize what he just said, my eyes roll so hard, I briefly worry they’re going to fall out.
“Getting fucked in the ass isn’t everyone’s idea of a reward, you know,” I retort.
They’re so fucking annoying. I hate that they’re talking about me like I’m not here and like I wouldn’t have an opinion about what goes into my own body.
“Are you saying you don’t want it?”
I can tell by the smug look on Enzo’s face that he knows I do want it, and I almost tell them I don’t just to prove him wrong and see what they do next. But Joey’s grip loosens on my hips, and I can picture the look on his face. It would be like kicking his puppy, and I can’t do that to him. First of all, it would completely derail my plan to get information out of him. And second of all, I like Joey. And if the fluttery feeling in my belly is anything to go by, I do want him.
“I didn’t say that.”
I turn to look at Joey to gauge what he’s thinking, and the look he’s giving me is almost enough to make me forget that I had an ulterior motive when I came in here. I’m not here to have fun; I need information, and he’s my best chance at getting it.
“What do you want to do?” he asks, caressing my curves with his unexpectedly soft hands. He must have a great moisturizer.
I can’t believe he’s being so sweet. Does he actually care what I want? “I’m down for whatever. As long as you don’t die.”
He looks back at Enzo and asks, “Are you changing the rules?”
Enzo gives the question some honest thought and takes an uncomfortable amount of time to come up with an answer. “I’m making an exception,” he decides. “It’s a one-time thing.”
“You’re making an exception just for me?” Joey sounds touched by the kind gesture. “Aww, you do love me!” He makes to get off the couch but Enzo holds out his hand to stop him.
“Don’t make me reconsider.”
“Okay. But just to clarify—because I don’t want to die—what are the rules in this room at this exact moment?”
Enzo closes his eyes as if he regrets everything that has happened since he walked into the house, and I have to bury my face in the couch cushion to hide my amusement. Their dynamic is hilarious and completely unexpected from two hardened criminals.
“If you will shut the fuck up, then I will temporarily lift the rules,” Enzo says.
“All of them?”
“Yes! Jesus fucking Christ, all of the rules. You can fuck her anywhere you want to. But if another word about it leaves your mouth, I’m going to shoot you in the dick.”
Joey gasps and covers the aforementioned appendage, and I can’t help it. I laugh.
They both turn their attention to me, and I compose myself. “Sorry,” I say, shrugging. I’m really not that sorry. They’re absurd, and my laughter was justified.
“Okay. Everyone calm your tits,” Joey says. Then he turns his mischievous stare in my direction. “You ready, sunshine?”
I nod, and he shoves his pants down to his knees, his cock springing free and bobbing in the air between us. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I’m surprised when he takes his time entering me. I’m so used to Enzo taking what he wants that I’d almost forgotten what it feels like to savor the stretch of a big cock in my pussy at the beginning of an encounter.
Joey uses my hips to control our pace, pumping his hips forward and pulling mine back to meet him, which causes his balls to swing forward and slap my clit. Every thrust turns the dial of my pleasure up another notch. His deep strokes at such an even, measured pace are driving me out of my mind with lust.
“Joey,” I groan. “I thought you wanted my ass?”
“Sunshine, he lifted all the rules. I’m not missing out on this. Besides, I have to get you nice and warmed up so I don’t hurt you,” he explains.
“Mmm.” My hum of acknowledgment is all I can manage. Anything resembling spoken language is beyond my current capabilities.
I hear a soft click and then feel the unmistakable coolness of lube coating my hole. Joey uses his finger to carefully breach the ring of muscle, and he matches the slow pace of his cock as he stretches me.
Without warning, he pulls out of both holes, leaving me empty and wanting more.
“Hey,” I whine, but my complaint is cut short by the sound of the lube bottle opening and shutting again. I know what comes next, but I still tense up when his hard, lubed cock finds my ass.
“Relax, sunshine,” he says. “You can take it. I know you can. I’ve seen you do it before.”
The reminder of my audition sends a gush of arousal to my pussy, and I clench even harder before forcing myself to relax. He’s right. I can do this. And, more importantly, I want to.
“That’s a good girl,” Joey croons when he’s finally able to seat himself fully in my rear. He starts off with a slow rocking motion, massaging my cheeks and praising me. “Fuck, your ass was made for my cock. Do you feel how perfect it is? I could do this every day.”
“Fuck, Joey,” I whimper. “Faster. More. Please!” The slow drags of his dick are going to be the death of me. I need so much more.
“Once the boss lifts the rules permanently, I’m going to spend an entire day worshiping you the way you deserve,” he says. “But he’s probably counting down the minutes until he can reclaim you, so this will have to do for now.”
That’s all the warning I get before he pulls out and slams back in, all the way to the hilt. I cry out at the unexpected—but not unwelcome—change, and the incoherent noises coming from my mouth are the only sounds in the room aside from our skin slapping together.
“Fuck!” he shouts, tightening his grip on my hips and speeding up even more as he chases his pleasure. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum, you’ll feel me for days.”
The swell of his cock inside me combined with the filth pouring from his lips has me teetering on the edge of my orgasm. I barely touch my clit before my whole body spasms in pleasure. Joey’s movements falter behind me, and the unmistakable feeling of his cum coating my asshole shoots me straight from one orgasm into a second one.
“That was—”
“Get out,” Enzo says from the door, interrupting whatever Joey was about to say.
“Seriously, dude? I’m still hard. Give me a minute.” Joey releases me and pulls out, and the couch cushions shift under me as he puts his pants back on.
I stay where I am with my ass in the air, and he comes around to kneel by my head. “See you later, sunshine,” he says, kissing me sweetly. Then, in a whisper, “He’ll come around soon.” He winks and stands up, then looks at Enzo and smirks. “Glad you enjoyed it, boss. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” He leaves without another word, and I wait for the other shoe to drop.
Quiet footsteps precede Enzo’s shoes appearing on the floor next to me, and I watch as he lowers his zipper and removes his rock-hard, leaking cock from his pants.
“Suck,” he instructs, and it’s like our first night together at the club all over again. Except this time, we don’t have quite as many secrets between us. There are still plenty, there’s no doubt about that, but we’ve uncovered a lot about each other in the short time I’ve been living in his house.
I lift my head off the couch and my lips seal around his crown. The drops of precum mix with my saliva in my mouth. I love the taste of him, but I’d never admit it. Fighting and sex go hand in hand for us, and we both get off on my resistance.
“I said, suck,” he growls, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and making me gag. “Did you enjoy that? Did you like getting fucked in the ass by my friend?”
The reminder draws my attention to the cum dripping out of me, and I nod.
“Is that what you want? You want all three of them to fuck you in every hole?” His questions are punctuated by hard pumps of his hips, pushing the limits of what my throat can handle until tears are streaming down my face.
Unable to respond, I shake my head, and he pauses, surprised by my answer. I take the opportunity to swap my mouth for my hand on his shaft.
“You don’t?” he asks. “But I thought—”
“I want all four of you,” I admit.
He stares at me, and I can’t gauge what he’s thinking. Just when I think his expression is softening the slightest bit, he threads his fingers into my hair and pulls my head towards his dick.
“Suck.”