by TL Reeve
Omar hissed. “Fuck me.”
The gun pointed at Duncan didn’t faze him. “Most people know me longer than two weeks before they want to pull a gun on me.”
Omar flicked the safety on before holstering his weapon. “I could’ve shot you.”
Duncan shrugged. “You didn’t.”
Omar scowled and continued to keep his voice low. “We need to come up with some sort of system.”
“Agreed. I’ll knock twice, pause, knock one time, pause, and then knock twice again before opening the door. Work for you?”
“Yeah,” Omar said, cleaning his mess off the coffee table.
“Any issues?”
Omar shook his head. “She wasn’t having a good night. Listening to her sob half the time just about broke my heart. Enzo decided the best bet was to get her to sleep.”
“People handle stress differently. Bella will have her good days and bad,” Duncan replied. “I’ll need to go out tomorrow to run some errands and do some work. Can you be here by mid-morning?”
“Of course.” Omar nodded.
“I’ll give you some money—can you stop and get lunch for everyone?”
Omar picked up the remote, turning off the game he was watching. “Not a problem.”
Duncan dug his wallet out before pulling out a hundred. “Use that.”
Omar cocked a brow. “What the hell am I getting with this?”
“Fast food. Keep whatever change.”
Omar grunted. “You realize I get paid for this job, right? You’re not required to tip me.”
“What?”
Omar waved the bill in front of his face. “You gave me a hundred.”
“I’m sure this won’t be the last time I ask you to get something, so just keep using that. When you’ve used it all, let me know, and I’ll give you more.” His gaze flickered to the divider between the living room and where the bed was. Omar needed to leave so he could check on Enzo.
And Bella.
Fucking hell, this shit was going to get complicated.
“Fine by me. Talk to you tomorrow,” Omar said on his way out.
Duncan, attempting to keep himself busy, pulled the bed down and fixed the bedding before he headed to the bathroom to take a piss. He waited until he turned on the water at the sink with the hopes it would dull the sound of the toilet flushing. When he stole a glance, both of them looked exhausted. He wanted them to rest and relax as much as possible.
He removed all his clothes and flicked open the top of the hammer. Sitting front and center were a pair of Bella’s underwear. They were pink, and he wondered how the tiny triangle of fabric even covered the lips of her pussy. Before he could stop himself, he snatched them up, rubbing the silky fabric between his fingertips. He bit back a groan when he got the barest hint of apple blossoms and female musk. Knowing nothing good came from being a creepy bastard, he deposited her underwear back where he found them and added his clothes to the growing pile.
After he turned the bathroom light off, he opened the door, getting a bird’s eye view of his bed. Bella whimpered, and Enzo mumbled something. It seemed to comfort her because she stopped. His focus was on Enzo. He took a moment to appreciate the muscular body of the younger man. Enzo wasn’t bulky by any means and happened to be the type of male physique he preferred in a sub.
His dick hardened, pressing against the soft fabric of his sweats. Thomas was right. He needed to get laid, or at the very least come. Although not ideal, he’d be able to rub one out once he got into bed. The shower would be a better idea, since the sound of the water would mask the sound of his hand as he jerked off. Or his moans. He didn’t risk it though, because he didn’t want the shower waking the tired duo.
With a tired sigh, he pulled the sheets back and got into bed. He listened for a moment or two to make sure he didn’t hear any rustling from the other bed. When it was clear, he slipped under the sheets, pushing the waistband of his sweats out of the way, and he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock.
Fuck…
Chapter Five
The sound of the shower turning on had Enzo waking. He and Bella had discussed all of their recourse when it came to Raul and realized, perhaps from the beginning, they only had one choice in all of this. They had to do what the FBI wanted. Enzo, though he shouldn’t, trusted Duncan. He didn’t have to open his home to them. He could have left them to die, to become another statistic. Instead, he gave them a second chance. Sure, some could say it was done for selfish reasons. Enzo wasn’t stupid enough to believe Duncan didn’t have ulterior motives. They all did.
Enzo’s current motivator was the woman in the shower. Rubbing the morning crusties from his eyes, he pushed out of bed and stumbled in the direction of the bathroom. If Duncan had come home, he hadn’t heard him, but then he’d been exhausted, mentally and physically. Anytime Bella began to talk about her mother, she’d dissolve into body-wracking sobs that tore at his heart. He planned on pulling Duncan aside to request Bella’s mother be cremated, and he wanted her ashes placed into two of those remains charm necklaces.
He figured when they were ready, he’d take Bella and Iliana to Ensenada, and they’d celebrate their mother’s life and love for her daughters by releasing the rest of Naomi’s remains in the ocean so she could be free. When it came to his father, he didn’t think the FBI or police would ever find those remains. The idea of his pops never resting properly was a knife to his heart, but he kept the pain in. He had to be strong for Bella. Later, he’d let the top off again and allow himself to mourn.
The heat from the steamy air caressed Enzo’s skin as he stepped into the bathroom. With the frosted glass fogged up, he couldn’t make out the outline but knew it had to be his Bella. There was no one else there. After removing his boxers, he took a quick piss and stepped into the shower, intending to pick up where they’d left off the night before.
“What the fuck?” An angry Duncan spun, facing Enzo.
All of the blood drained from Enzo’s face, and his head went light. He lowered his gaze, taking in every dip and muscular plane of Duncan’s body before his eyes landed on the thick stalk of his erection. Not super long, but not small by any means, Duncan had a bit of girth to his cock. If Enzo wanted to feel Duncan throbbing deep within him, he’d have to prep for it.
“Eyes up here, Enzo,” Duncan snarled.
He locked his gaze on Duncan’s fierce blue eyes, swirling with desire and lust. “I thought you were—” Shit, he couldn’t tell Duncan what he thought. If he did, Duncan would have a million more questions, ones he and Bella weren’t ready to answer yet. “Bella sometimes starts my shower for me or leaves it running after she’s done, depending on who gets up first.” The lie slipped easily from his tongue.
“Bella isn’t here. I thought she told you.”
The heat of Duncan’s gaze traveling the length of Enzo’s body seared his skin. A thrill of anticipation raced down his spine as he stood there. Duncan loomed over him, causing Enzo to tremble in expectancy. With as close as Duncan was, Enzo could see the quickened pulse at the man’s neck and wanted to run his tongue along it, to feel it quiver under his touch. Fuck, he needed to get himself in control. Yet, he didn’t want to. If Duncan was into him, he wanted to let go and forget about everything. Didn’t he deserve a second of happiness in this shitty situation?
Enzo scrunched up his face and blinked. “Why isn’t she here?”
“She needed fresh air, and I agreed. She’s lost in her grief.” His gaze locked with Enzo’s.
Enzo broke the connection first, unable to hold Duncan’s intense stare. It was intimidating. For some inexplicable reason, it made him want to go to his knees and beg Duncan for... What? He wasn’t sure, but he’d kneel if Duncan asked. No doubt about it. “Oh. Wait, who’s with her?”
“Omar. Question is, why are you in here with me?” Duncan took a menacing step forward. “See something you like?” He lifted Enzo’s chin. “I said, eyes up here. Don’t pay attention to my cock. I
haven’t given you permission to admire it yet.”
Enzo ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “S-Sorry.”
“Don’t tease me.” Duncan took another step forward, forcing Enzo to retreat.
The cool tile of the shower touched his back, drawing a hiss of surprise from him. “Is this what you do, hermoso?”
“What do you mean?” Duncan placed his right hand against the shower wall, level with Enzo’s head, blocking his escape.
“You said you like this shit, right? It gets you off? BDSM. Is this how you play?” He tried to sound cool, but the longer Duncan’s gaze bore into his, the less sure of himself he became.
“Maybe.” Duncan tilted his head. “What if I’m dirtier? What if I want you to lick my boot? Or for you to give me head while you’re bound?” He leaned in, brushing his lips across the shell of Enzo’s ear. “What if I want to fuck your ass in front of people?”
Enzo let out a shuddered breath. “You’re really good at this, hermoso.”
Duncan lowered his gaze and groaned. “You’d enjoy it too, wouldn’t you?”
“Should I get out now?” Enzo motioned to the door. “I’m sorry I interrupted your shower.” He could feel the pounding of his heart in his dick. He was so hard even his balls were stiff knots. The waves of intensity rolling off of the man in front of him were enough to suffocate Enzo.
“I didn’t say you had to leave, did I?” Duncan cocked a brow.
“N-No.”
“You keep eyeing my dick like it’s some masterpiece. Would you like an up close and personal view?” Duncan palmed the back of Enzo’s head. He rubbed his thumb across the slick flesh, lulling Enzo’s erratic emotions. “Enzo, look at me.” When he did, Duncan grinned. The sight startled Enzo. It was a mix of excitement and madness. “You are in control of one aspect of this. You can tell me no by saying a specific word. For the moment, we’ll use red. Understand?”
Enzo nodded.
“Good boy. Green means you’re good to go, and yellow means to slow down, you need a minute. Got it?”
“Got it,” Enzo replied.
“My name at this club and for this moment is Master Duncan. When you speak to me or when you answer me, you use my honorific, okay?”
“Yes, Master Duncan.” A zing of anticipation shot through Enzo. He couldn’t explain why it turned him on to be under Duncan’s thrall, only that it was mesmerizing and intoxicating. He swayed, allowing his eyes to close while listening to the man in front of him.
“Good boy. Tell me, do you spit or swallow?”
Enzo’s eyes flashed open as heat filled his cheeks. “Both. I don’t do it much to be honest.”
Duncan stared at him.
Enzo gulped. “Master Duncan.”
“Better. I gather it means head?” Duncan pressed.
“Yes. Most guys are down to fuck, not do all that foreplay shit, Master Duncan.” He tried to sound tough, but he ended up sounding like Bella when she complained he didn’t go down on her enough.
“That will change. I like a good blow job while I’m working. It alleviates my headaches and releases pent up tension.”
“So, you do this a lot then? Here? Is that where you are before you come here? Er, Master Duncan.” Shit, he sounded like a spiteful girlfriend, when he wasn’t anything to Duncan. Guilt followed quickly on the heels of his envy, since he’d fucked Bella in the shower the night before.
“Are you jealous?” Duncan smirked. “Or are you upset you didn’t get to watch another man take my thick cock down their throat?”
Both. “No. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said what I did.”
“You have tons of reasons, Enzo. Let’s see if we can make you forget for a little while.” Duncan added pressure to the back of Enzo’s head, pushing him to his knees. “Not the place to give head, since I don’t have a mat in here.”
Enzo didn’t care. Right now, he stared at the tastiest dick he’d ever seen. Duncan kept himself trimmed, allowing Enzo to appreciate the full girth of his cock. Precum dribbled down Duncan’s dick, causing the hard, silky flesh to glisten. Enzo’s mouth watered, and his palms itched to touch the man. “I’ll be fine, Master Duncan.”
“Yes, you will.” He stared down at Enzo. “You won’t control this, I will. I won’t do anything to hurt you either. What do you say if you want to stop?”
“Red, Master Duncan.”
“Good boy,” he replied. “Where are you now? Red, yellow, or green?”
“Most definitely green.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “Please, Master Duncan. I understand the rules.”
“No, you don’t, but we’ll make an exception for this instance, because if I keep looking at your tempting face while you lick your lip, I’m going to nut all over you.”
Enzo shivered. His dick gave a hearty kick, and precum leaked from his tip. Only Bella ever turned him on the point his cock dripped copious amounts of precum. He fisted his hands at his sides while he waited for Duncan to tell him what to do next. It was torture and excitement rolled up into a ball. Anticipation and arousal coursed through his veins. Enzo hadn’t realized how much he wanted the man standing over him until he sank to his knees in front of Duncan.
“I’m in control, Enzo. Not you.” He placed his palms on the sides of Enzo’s head and pulled him forward. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
Enzo complied, ready for whatever Duncan had planned for him. The first slide of his tip across Enzo’s tongue had him groaning. The spicy masculine flavor exploded across his taste buds, and he wanted more. Instead, Duncan pulled back, counted to ten, then began again. It drove Enzo to the brink, creating this maelstrom of sensations that crashed over him all at once. He trembled. The hard surface of the tub pressed against his knees, adding another layer of tension.
“Shit, look how pretty your dick is right now.” Duncan caressed Enzo’s tongue with his tip, spilling more of spicy goodness for Enzo. “Does it hurt?”
Enzo moaned. Fuck yes, his dick hurt, but in the best way possible. If he touched himself then, he’d orgasm embarrassingly quick. So, he ignored the urge and focused on the man in front of him.
“I bet it does. So does mine. Wrap that pretty mouth of yours around the tip of my cock and begin sucking on it.”
Enzo did as he was told, sucking on the cap of Duncan’s erection. However, when he ran his tongue along Duncan’s slit the man pulled from Enzo’s mouth. He stared up at the man, unsure as to what he’d done wrong.
“I said suck on my tip, not tongue it. Understand, boy?” Duncan snarled.
“Sorry, Master Duncan.” Enzo opened his mouth once more and waited.
When Duncan placed his tip against Enzo’s lips, he began again, this time doing as Duncan instructed. The satisfied, yet still hungry sound emanating from Duncan turned Enzo on. The deep, rich, throaty noises clawed their way free and invaded him. He whimpered. Everything before that moment with Duncan had been child’s play, but this... This was a man in his prime taking exactly what he wanted, the way he craved it.
“Ready for more?”
Enzo lifted his gaze and gave a curt nod.
“Good boy. Place your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.” He waited for Enzo to comply before adding, “Since you can’t speak, drop both hands if you need to stop. Drop one if you need to slow down.”
Enzo grunted. He wouldn’t be using the signals. He’d yearned for this moment. From the minute he caught Duncan checking out his ass, he knew he had to have the FBI agent, even if it was the last thing he did before disappearing.
Duncan let loose with a rough groan when he shoved forward. Everything inside of Enzo tingled with anticipation and pleasure. He’d never been used like this before. He fucking loved it. The way this man commanded him flipped a naughty switch within Enzo, and he wanted more. Duncan was a fucking stallion, directing Enzo’s head where he wanted it while fucking his mouth in demanding thrusts. Duncan’s motions fast grew unhinged. Dangerous. It was as if t
he man hadn’t jerked off in months, and now, he was taking it out on Enzo. He moaned again, his ass clenching each time Duncan pumped his hips. If he had this type of control while using Enzo’s mouth, he couldn’t wait for Duncan to fuck him. He needed to feel Duncan’s cock breaching his hole.
Enzo wondered if he’d come on the first stroke just from the sheer size of the man’s dick. He imagined how it would feel to take one of Duncan’s loads bare, something he never did because he had to protect Bella. Images of them together swirled through his mind, but those ideas paled to the real thing. To hearing the straining sounds Duncan made as he fucked Enzo’s mouth as his personal sex toy. Enzo’s dick jerked again, and he groaned. He shouldn’t be getting off on the idea of Duncan using him like this, but fuck if it didn’t feel good.
Glancing up, Enzo was lost to the rapture painted across Duncan’s features. His cheeks were a light shade of pink as was his neck and the top of his chest. His eyes were heavy-lidded slits, and his lips were parted, allowing Enzo to glimpse how plump they were. Duncan groaned again, and his pace faltered.
“Fuck, when you look up at me with those big brown eyes of yours, you make me want to lose control.” Duncan grazed Enzo’s cheek with his thumb. “Swallow around me.”
He did as Duncan asked and tasted another blast of precum on his tongue. The man thickened impossibly so before telling Enzo to release him. His pace quickened then alternated between Enzo constricting his throat and flicking his tongue across the tip. Enzo’s palms itched to massage Duncan’s balls, but he didn’t move. They were locked into a spell Duncan had woven around them, a spell Enzo didn’t want to end.
“Fuck, Enzo. You got me on edge, boy. Today, I want you to try and swallow my cum. If you don’t like it, you can spit next time.” The frantic way he spoke gave away how close Duncan was.
Enzo nodded. He too was ready to explode the minute Duncan said he could, which didn’t make a lick of sense. He’d never held out on taking his pleasure. If the guy he was with nutted, it’d been all the permission Enzo needed to find his release. Now, however, with Duncan, he couldn’t help but do everything within his power to obey the man.