Adventure

by Quinn Ward

  "Then it shouldn't be an issue to share," I goaded him. "If you could only do one thing with your partner or partners, what would it be?"

  "Kissing," he admitted, so quietly I barely heard the word. My chest burned, hating whoever had made him think it was something to be embarrassed about. At the same time, my heart swelled because of course he was the type of man who didn't need hot, steamy sex to feel cherished.

  "Oh, I'd be willing to bet you'll get plenty of that," I assured him. "But the way you were just begging to get my dick back in your mouth, are you sure kissing is your number one?"

  "Most of the time," he quipped, lowering his head to lick a stripe along the length of my cock. "But priorities changed when I've gotten a taste of you and know there's more to come."

  I laughed, tangling my fingers in his hair, thrusting up to get him back where we both wanted him. Knowing he liked it rough, I didn't take it easy on him. Every time he lowered his head, I thrust up, hard and fast, pushing on his head until the last possible second, leaving him gasping for air.

  Enzo tugged at my balls, allowing his middle finger to drift lower, massaging my taint. "That's it. Just like that. Fuck, you're going make me come."

  I was faintly aware of a door closing at the other end of the apartment, but I was too far gone to worry about Tony's reaction if he walked in on us. I'd been a walking hard-on most of the week, thanks to Enzo burrowing against me every night as we slept.

  "Hey guys, break—" As soon as he realized what he'd walked in on, Tony quickly backed out of the room. "I'll just start the coffee. If you take too long, I'm eating your sandwiches."

  Enzo and I broke down in a fit of laughter. "Well, that went better than it could have."

  "Yep," I agreed. "Now, finish me before he does eat our breakfast."

  Chapter Seven

  Tony

  "Hey, Cal's out of town this weekend, so I'm calling guys night out after we shut down tonight," Frankie informed me while I prepared the back dining room for today's large group reservations. "Tell Enzo when you're done. If you guys wanted to be awesome brothers and help us out, we could get done quicker which means we can start drinking sooner."

  "Says the man who's sworn off drinking after every outing," I reminded him. Frankie wasn't much of a drinker, but when his partner was out of town, he liked to cut loose.

  Unfortunately, we almost always wound up at Club 83, and even though Max had been spending so much time at the apartment, I wasn't ready to see him when the rest of my brothers were there too. I was surprised none of them had brought it up already because last week, Matteo had stopped by to pick me up when my car was in the shop and Max answered the door. He was the worst at keeping secrets, so I'd expected the inquisition to start shortly after.

  "If you didn't keep insisting on rounds of shots, maybe my liver wouldn't threaten to strike," Frankie quipped, reaching into the bin for a handful of silverware. He helped me set the tables, which was good because I was running behind after a long goodbye this morning. I still preferred working the lunch shift so I could get out of work at a decent hour, but man, it sucked leaving Max and Enzo behind. "Besides, they've got a band playing tonight that's supposed to be pretty good. Figured you were probably going out anyway."

  "What makes you say that?" I asked, fumbling the water goblet I was setting on the table, nearly taking out the centerpiece.

  "Because you always go to 83 on the weekends if you're not working," Frankie deadpanned, gaping at me like I'd grown a second head. "Seriously, what's gotten into you? You've been skittish all week, and now you're wondering why I'd assume you were heading to the bar you always hang out at because it's where your he's-not-my-boyfriend works."

  "He's not," I insisted, but unlike the other times I'd adamantly denied our relationship, this time the words soured as they crossed my tongue. We still hadn't put any labels on what the three of us were doing, but when a guy practically moved into your place, had a basket of his laundry on the floor, and his toiletries on the sink in your bathroom, it was a relationship.

  "Okay, glad we had this chat," Frankie scoffed, shaking his head. "So, you'll let Enzo know, and you guys will be there?"

  "Yeah, we'll be there," I told him before shooing him out of the room. I needed time alone to come up with a plan for tonight. It would be the first test of our—fine, we were in a relationship—and I didn't want shit going sideways.

  The most logical option would be for Enzo to lay low, but it felt like asking him to be our dirty little secret. That was something I could never ask of him. I'd say we all needed to play it cool, but it would raise just as many, if not more, questions.

  Fuck. This was going to suck.

  I just needed to make it through the lunch rush. If I bribed Matteo to do my side work, I could make it home before Max went into the club, and then the three of us could figure out the best solution.

  With a plan in place, I let out a sigh and got back to work.

  The traffic gods were on my side and I made it back to the apartment a little after three. I'd be footing the tab for both Matteo and Levi tonight, but it was worth it to get a little alone time with the guys before Max had to go to work.

  Judging by the sounds coming from Enzo's bedroom, I'd gotten home a little too late. Given the way I'd reacted the morning I woke up on the living room floor, I'd expected to have issues with knowing they were together when I wasn't there, but it was amazing what clearing the air did for a guy's fragile ego. Walking in on Enzo choking on Max's cock that morning had been one of the hottest things ever. The only reason I hadn't whipped out my own dick and jerked off to their live-action porn was I worried it'd make Enzo uncomfortable. Since then, I'd learned Enzo had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in him.

  I carefully set my keys on the counter and grabbed a water out of the fridge, chugging half the bottle before sneaking down the hall. The door wasn't fully closed, allowing me to hear Max's dirty mouth.

  "That's it, Handsome. Suck that cock," he demanded. "Take all of it... Harder... Yeah, like that..."

  I bit back a groan, leaning against the wall outside Enzo's room as I shoved a hand down my pants. I closed my eyes as I slowly stroked myself, wishing I could feel his mouth on me again. Max wasn't lying when he said Enzo gave great head. He knew exactly how to suck and tease, and even nip in just the right places to drive a guy crazy.

  When I opened my eyes, Max was staring at me over Enzo's back. He didn't say a word, just winked as he tightened his grip in Enzo's hair, jerking his head for me to sneak into the room. As quietly as I could, not wanting to distract Enzo, I creeped into the room and leaned against the dresser for support.

  Max pointedly looked at the bulge in my pants, nodding once. The meaning was clear. I lowered the zipper on my pants, staring into Max's crystalline eyes as I exposed myself to him. Max groaned and licked his lips then nodded again.

  The few times we'd done this, Max had managed to control not only Enzo's actions, but mine without having to say a word to me. His eyes burned with desire as I played with the head of my cock. One jerk of his head and his gaze drifting lower told me he wanted me to tug on my sac. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out at seeing Enzo across the room, gasping for breath.

  "So close, Enzo," Max told him, keeping my brother's focus on him. "You want to take my load and Tony's today?"

  Enzo nodded, unable to speak because his mouth was once again stuffed with Max's thick cock.

  "You love knowing he's over there watching everything you do to me, don't you?"

  Enzo nodded again.

  "One of these nights, I'm going to choke you with my dick while he drills into my ass," Max said, as calmly as if he'd been asking about the weather. My balls drew up, ready to burst as my mind filled with visions of us spit-roasting Max.

  Max tossed me a bottle of lube. "Get your ass over here. Can't leave Enzo out of the fun."

  I approached the bed, waiting for him to tell me where he wanted me. It'd be a tight fit
to slide under Enzo's body, but if that's what Max wanted, I'd find a way. Funny how when it was just the two of us, we'd often wrestle for control, but with Enzo in the mix, I easily deferred control to Max.

  "Prep him," Max demanded. "Work your fingers into that ass because once I shoot down his throat, I'm going to fuck him with the dildo he doesn't realize I know he has in the nightstand while he sucks you."

  Enzo moaned, arching his ass high, wiggling it, silently pleading for me to fill him. With my right hand, I flicked open the cap of the lube as I trailed my fingers over his spine, memorizing every ridge. This wouldn't have been half as hot as it was if not for Max watching me, curling up and forcing my hand to Enzo's ass. "Do it, Tony. Let me feel what you're doing to him. Make him cry around my dick."

  "Fuck yeah." I spread Enzo's ass, dribbling lube down his crack before slowly pushing past his entrance. Enzo started rocking back and forth, impaling himself on my finger then sucking Max deeper. Max bucked up, chasing Enzo when he retreated, forcing him to stay filled on both ends. I ran a hand over his spine, gently pushing him back onto Max’s cock. "You're fucking beautiful like this, Enzo."

  "Give him more," Max directed me. "Want that hole ready. Your brother's a filthy little slut, even likes his toys big and thick."

  I reached down, tugging on my dick as I fucked Enzo with two fingers, spreading them wide, stretching him as Max wanted. Max's guidance was reduced to grunts and incoherent rambling as Enzo's throat tightened around his cock, so I took the lead.

  "That's it, Enzo. Make him come so you can feed it to me," I demanded. I wasn't sure where the plea had come from, but I pounded him harder, wanting to make him see how desperate I was to eat Max's cum from his mouth. "Keep going, Enzo. He's not gonna last much longer."

  Max's hands dropped to his sides and he fisted the sheets, bucking up frantically, his body tensing as he shouted through his release. I pulled my fingers from Enzo's ass and moved up the bed, ready and waiting for him. Watching Max convulse as he filled Enzo's mouth. Enzo took as much as he could before rolling over and pulling me down on top of him. I forced his lips open, licking every bit of Max's release he hadn't swallowed.

  "Look at the two of you," Max praised, running a hand down each of our backs. "I'm not sure which one's the bigger cum slut."

  Enzo, without a doubt. It wasn't so much I loved eating cum as Enzo made me want to do all sorts of nasty shit I'd have never considered before. But sweet baby Jesus, I was glad he had these hidden kinky streaks only we knew about.

  As Enzo pushed me to the mattress and settled between my legs, he gasped, throwing his head back he whimpered. I looked around his body and watched as Max pushed the dildo past his entrance. Max wasn't kidding; that thing was a monster.

  "If you want more, you know what you need to do," Max told Enzo, his voice ragged and breath shaky. "I'll fuck you as hard as you need, but not until you suck him."

  "Please, Max," Enzo begged, rocking back, trying in vain to force the dildo deeper into his ass.

  "Better get to it," Max goaded. "You don't get to come until he does."

  That got Enzo's attention. He wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock, flicking his tongue back and forth, lapping up the precum that had been weeping since I first realized what they were doing in here. Before long, his nose was buried in my short and curlies, his hand cupping my balls.

  He released me with a wail as his body collapsed over me, writhing as Max stuffed him with the massive dildo. I ran my fingers through his hair, comforting him as his body adjusted to the invasion. "You've got this, Enzo. Breathe. It's gonna feel so good having my cock filling your mouth while he drills your ass."

  I steadied Enzo as he pushed himself up, rocking back far enough to get at my dick. Every moan reverberated down my length like a tuning fork, and it couldn't have been more than a minute before I was ready to explode. I dug my fingers into his biceps, bucking up.

  "Fill him, Tony. He's been such a good little cock sucker, it's time he gets his reward," Max praised. Sweat dripped from Enzo's forehead onto my stomach. His arms shook as Max fucked him. He cried out, never releasing my cock from his mouth, and I knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.

  I reached around Enzo's body, needing a physical connection with Max as I shattered. Since that night, our escapades had been limited to two men at a time if you didn't count me watching them while I jerked myself off. This felt like a huge moment for us, and I needed to be joined with him too.

  Enzo came seconds after I shot the first of my release into his mouth. He sucked me through the first aftershock before collapsing on top of me, wincing as Max freed the dildo from his ass, tossing it toward the door to be cleaned later.

  "You two make it damn hard for me to get up and ready for work," he said, kissing Enzo then me. "Wish I could call off, but Eli will kill me if I miss tonight."

  "You can't keep giving away your shifts for us," Enzo chided him. I'd have bet Max had traded more shifts in the past month than in the entire time he'd worked at Club 83. Jordan was more than happy to rake in the extra tips and get better shifts, but Max had bills to pay too. Unlike Enzo, I knew better than to tell Max what he should or shouldn't do.

  "I'm not doing it for you," Max informed him, sliding a hand down Enzo's hip. "I've given Eli everything since the day I started working there. I finally have a reason to not work all the time, and if I don't feel like going in, I won't."

  He rolled to me, brushing the sweat-dampened hair away from my face. "You coming down tonight?"

  "Yeah, I'm going to take a nap first, but apparently, we're all going out," I advised them, curling up so I could see the strained expression on Enzo's face. "Sorry, that's why I came home early. Cal's out of town, so Frankie wants to cut loose. If you aren't up to it, we can stay home."

  "Why wouldn't I want to go out?" Enzo asked, his brow pinched with confusion.

  "I just thought..." I wasn't sure how to explain everything I thought in the seconds after Frankie mentioned going out.

  Enzo reached over Max, resting his hand over my heart. "Tony, it'll be fine. I can keep my hands off Max when we're out in public."

  "But you shouldn't have to," I argued. "It's not right for you to pretend nothing's going on when the two of you have spent more time together than he and I have."

  "It's not a matter of pretending for me," he countered. "We all knew from the start there'd be times we couldn't show how we all feel about one another. Maybe that'll change someday, but for now, this is the way it has to be. And if you're acting like the two of you are just buddies and I show him any attention, they're going to ask questions. They're going to wonder what happened between the two of you, how you feel about me and him, it'll be a whole lot of drama we don't need right now. Not when we're just getting our feet under us."

  "You seem like you've given this a lot of thought," Max interjected. He sat up, sliding to the foot of the bed. "Are you sure it won't bother you?"

  "It might, but I know just as well as the two of you where I'll be sleeping tonight." Enzo curled up with his head on my chest, pressing his lips softly against my skin. "It's better this way. At least for now."

  "Only if you're sure," I pressed.

  "Positive." Enzo twisted around and leaned over the edge of the bed, grabbing his shorts. "I should get up and take a shower. And you need to hurry or you're going to be late for work."

  I swiped at Enzo's top sheet. I didn't care that Enzo's bed was smaller than mine and his mattress all smooshy. After an orgasm like the one I'd just had, I needed a fucking nap.

  Max returned a few minutes later, kissing me and telling me he'd see me later. I vaguely remembered muttering something to him before I buried my head under the pillow. I needed to rest up because if this was only a preview of tonight's main event, I was going to need the energy. And a bartender who adored me enough to water down my drinks. Tonight was not the time for a bad case of whiskey dick.

  Chapter Eight

  En
zo

  While I didn't think Tony hooked up with Max because of where he worked, now that we were all together, I realized there were benefits to dating one of the bartenders. Because everyone knew Tony and Max were a thing, despite Tony's insistence they weren't a couple, we were ushered past the line of fans waiting to get inside for the show. Once inside, Jordan, one of the other bartenders, caught our attention and let us know there was a table reserved for us to the side of the stage, far enough back we wouldn't have our eardrums ruptured by the speakers, but close enough to enjoy the show.

  But the biggest benefit was revealed to me throughout the night. Early in the evening, drinks magically appeared at our table, always mysteriously paid for by someone else. The waiter never said who, but when I glanced over my shoulder and caught Max looking at me, I knew.

  A few songs into the band's first set, our party decreased by one. I leaned to my left, close enough that Freddie would hear me over the shrill riffs of the guitar. "Peter okay?"

  "Yeah, he... Uh... He had something to take care of," Freddie stammered. Like the rest of us, he was a shit liar. Something was going on, but if Freddie thought we needed to know, he'd tell us.

  I turned my attention back to the band, dancing along to the beat. I hadn't heard of this group before, but Max had been raving about them all week. They definitely lived up to his hype.

  As the lead singer thanked everyone for coming out, there was activity to my right. When they noticed me watching them, my brothers and Levi huddled closer, cutting me off from their conversation. Weird.

  "I'm going to get another drink," I told no one in particular since Tony was off either flirting with Max or taking a leak.

  Freddie's hand clamped around my arm. When I looked back, he looked nervous. "Where's Tony?"