Page 64 of Fallen Rook

“Sweet. Maybe I’ll take Katya there next week.”

Little shit. This earned him a painful bite on the earlobe.

Was he screwing with me on purpose?

I hoped the fuck not. Because it was working. And envy was one of the many emotions that never burrowed its way into my system.

Hell, I hadn’t been jealous knowing Matt slipped into Iris’s bed most days of the week when we were together. I slept soundly knowing he’d fulfilled his marital duty to try to impregnate her. I guess I just wasn’t the jealous type.

“She’s coming to the States?” I walked Enzo back from the kitchen to his bedroom.

I wasn’t waiting until tomorrow. I was fucking him right here, right now.

“Yeah, midweek…” he grumbled, his lips searching mine. We deepened our kiss as I toed off my shoes and kicked off my pants and briefs. Enzo was already naked. Not sure when that had happened, but I was pretty certain this time it was me who ripped his clothes to shreds.

“She’s gonna stay here?” I devoured his mouth with another hungry kiss, unsure if I was more desperate for his touch or his words.

He laughed. “Are you worried you won’t be able to fuck me during her stay?”

“No, you’ll be swinging by my place if she’s staying here.” I shoved him onto his bed. “Is she?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous.” Enzo grinned dazedly at me, propping himself on his forearms.

“I don’t do jealousy.”

“You don’t say,” he murmured sardonically, stroking himself lazily. “None at all?”

I shrugged. “Many have tried and failed. But I like your confidence. So? Will she be here?”

“Yeah, she’ll be staying in the spare room. She wants to visit friends in Manhattan.”

Friends, my ass. She wanted a piece of Enzo, and I could hardly blame her. The thought of sharing another man with a woman shouldn’t be foreign to me. I’d done it before, and it wasn’t even very hard.

I decided I wasn’t going to worry about it.

I grabbed Enzo by the back of his knees and yanked his ass to the edge of the bed. His legs were spread open, his huge dick hard and leaking shiny drops of cum down his tan shaft.

Even though I wasn’t in the mood to reward him for his bratty behavior, I still bent down to give his cock a suck. He tasted sinfully good, and I was in the mood for some corruption.

“Yeah, take all that dick, baby.” Enzo arched across the mattress, feeding me more of his cock while I was on my knees before him. His fingers grasped my hair tightly. I massaged his balls and spat all of my saliva on his cock like it was a melting ice cream, letting the fluid run down his dick, until his balls were drenched. I borrowed some of that wetness with my finger, using it to trail his anus and lubricate it. The earthy taste of him flooded my senses, making my balls tighten and my stomach dip and tingle.

Jesus Christ, was I going to come from sucking this kid off?

“Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck, help me. I need your fingers inside me, Tom.”

Fingers.

Plural.

Kid loved to live on the edge.

He was about to grab the back of my head and fuck my mouth, but I had other ideas. Releasing his cock with a noisy pop, I pushed up to my feet.

“On your hands and knees, kid.”

It was amazing how well he listened to directions when my dick was involved. He flipped eagerly, pushing his chest down and ass up in offering. His tight hole was glistening with my spit. I spat directly onto his tight hole, then on my finger, easing it into his ass.

He made a desperate sound, spreading his legs wider, pushing back on my finger. Fuck, he was tight. His body instinctively tensed around the intrusion, and my vision went fuzzy with desire. I couldn’t wait to screw him senseless.