by TL Reeve
“Come when you’re ready, Enzo,” Duncan said, picking up his pace.
He pushed aside his pleasure, determined to watch the man standing above him use his mouth to get off. The man’s hips stuttered, and he slowed. Enzo took the opportunity to flick Duncan’s slit then ran his tongue across the sensitive patch of skin located underneath the head. Duncan groaned. His fingernails dug into Enzo’s scalp, and Enzo moaned, enjoying the bit of pain associated with his pleasure.
“Fuck, boy. Take it all. Don’t waste a drop.” Duncan groaned as he shoved as deep as he could go without hurting Enzo.
The first blast of his release startled Enzo, but by the second and third, he too was moaning through his release. His dick jerked and bucked without Enzo touching himself. It was amazing and erotic. However, what really got him going was drinking down Duncan’s release. The absolute pride on the man’s face along with his arousal spurred Enzo on until Duncan was pulling out slowly. Enzo slumped in the tub, his legs thrashed from kneeling for so long. On top of that, he felt so freaking relaxed he didn’t want to move.
Duncan held his hand out, and Enzo took it, knowing he’d fall if he tried to get up on his own. “Shit, Enzo. I think you sucked my brain out of the tip of my cock. My head feels empty.”
He grinned. “I think mine is too.”
The man chuckled. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I’m sure Bella and Omar will be back shortly.”
Shit. Bella. For a few seconds he’d only thought about himself. He waited for the guilt to assail him like it normally did, but instead he was content by what happened between him and Duncan. “Yeah, I’m starving too. I think that protein shake only whetted my appetite.”
Duncan laughed. “You’re absolutely crazy, you know that?”
“Guess you kind of have to be in my line of work,” Enzo replied. “Kind of like you, huh?”
Duncan placed Enzo under the shower and began washing him. “Yeah, something like that.” The sensation of having the man’s hands on him lulled Enzo while also building the arousal in his body. He felt loopy, as though he were a happy tired, which didn’t make sense. When Duncan stepped back, Enzo blinked.
The soft content smile on Duncan’s face surprised him. “You okay?”
Enzo inclined his chin. “I’m going out. Hopefully Bella ain’t here yet.” Not like they hadn’t talked about it. Bella, he thought anyway, wanted Duncan too. She wasn’t as up front as Enzo and usually took her cues from him. In some ways it was a good thing, but in others, like this, not so much. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. “That was fun, Master Duncan.”
The man chuckled. “I enjoyed it too, Enzo. Thank you.”
Exiting the bathroom, Enzo glanced into the living room and breathed a sigh of relief. He went straight to the closet to grab a set of clothes and proceeded to get dressed. The morning hadn’t started as he thought it would, but he didn’t care. If Duncan could trust Enzo enough to give him head, then they were gaining Duncan’s confidence a little bit at a time. He went back to their messy bed and sat on the edge. Now, however, there was another shadow cast over their situation. A blow job here and there would never satisfy Enzo. He needed to have every bit of Duncan, and with his realization, he worried maybe Bella wouldn’t want to join in. The idea of her not being there with him didn’t settle well with Enzo. They’d been together since they were fourteen. He hoped when he told her what happened she’d be okay with it, maybe even curious as well. If she was, then all bets were off.
A quick series of knocks came at the door followed by keys in the lock. It appeared he and Duncan finished at the right moment. Bella’s soft laugh filled the living room, and Enzo’s heart gave a heavy thump. He missed that sound, and he was a lucky son of a bitch to be graced by it. He only hoped he could continue to hear it, because he didn’t know what he’d do without his Bella.
Bella had been awake before everyone. She needed out of the apartment for some air, just to get a hold of her thoughts. The pain of losing her mother coupled with not being at Iliana’s side devastated her, and the only person she could talk to about how she was feeling was Enzo. But, every time she did, the guilt hanging over her grew so thick she couldn’t breathe. She felt like she was taking from him and not giving back. Not once had he said a word about his father or how he was handling his grief.
Enzo internalized everything. His father was a bastard most times, and Enzo became the shield for her, her mother, and their little sister. Even when he’d been beaten the worst by his father, Enzo didn’t complain. Still, he had the right to grieve. Maybe not so much for his father, but for all the shit that happened to him. Isn’t that what Dr. Phil would say?
When she slipped out of bed, she found Duncan and Omar at the small table talking over coffee. Their hushed tones told her the conversation wasn’t for her to hear, and she got the message. She wasn’t a part of their team. She was a witness and a co-conspirator or willing participant or whatever the fuck. She could even be considered the Mexican version of Jack Kevorkian, but most especially, she was a persona non grata.
Yet, when they talked to her, all her worries disappeared, almost as if she had nothing to be afraid of to begin with. Getting out of the house had been exactly what she needed. The fresh air and feeling normal, even though it’d only been for an hour, did her soul good. She also planned to speak to Enzo about everything and make sure he knew he had the right to grieve too.
Omar left her at the door with a quick goodbye, allowing her to find her brother. He’d been exhausted. She’d seen it in his eyes. Guilt assailed her once again at the thought of it. So, when she’d left, she decided to bring Enzo his favorite coffee as a thank you. She placed the coffee carrier on the empty table and spied the light on under the door of the bathroom. Duncan had informed her before leaving that he might not be there by the time she came back. She didn’t hesitate to join the only other person in the apartment, Enzo, for a quick romp in the shower.
Bella didn’t knock. She opened the door on the bathroom and came face to face with a half-naked Duncan. His hair was mussed from drying it with his towel while droplets of water cascaded down his chest into the towel surrounding his waist. She gasped, caught red-handed drooling over him. Surprise warred with shock and arousal. He was handsome—built like a warrior. She doubted there was an ounce of fat on him. However, what caught her attention the most was the tattoo along his ribs. It was an Irish flag and something written in a foreign language. He cleared his throat, and her gaze shot back to his. There wasn’t a hint of malice in his blue eyes, but curiosity gleamed there.
“And now the other one,” he muttered.
“What?” she answered, unsure if he was talking to her to begin with.
“Nothing. So, can I help you?” He placed the razor he had in his hand on the sink and then grabbed his deodorant. “Or, do you just want to gawk at me?”
“Sorry?”
“No problem, now if you’ll excuse me.” He eased by her.
“Wait!” Electricity zipped up her arm where she touched him.
Duncan sighed. “Yeah?”
“You don’t seem like the tattoo kind of guy. What does this one mean?” Bella pointed to his side.
He smirked. “You want to know what this tattoo means?”
She nodded.
“What will you give me in return, Bella?” He hooked his thumbs in the front of his towel, drawing her gaze. “No, no. Eyes up here.”
She lifted her chin to stare at him. “What do you mean?”
“What will you give me?” He leaned against the sink. The sexual tension between them thickened the air.
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
He moved then, backing her up against the closed door. “Timid little rabbits don’t get to ask questions unless they’re willing to reciprocate.”
She whimpered. The clean scent of soap and shaving cream enveloped her. He was too close. She knew her brother had the hots for the age
nt, but her too? No. It was madness. Pure and simple. The grief was overriding her rationale. “I was just curious is all.”
He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “Curiosity ate the kitten.” His minty fresh breath wafted over her.
“Don’t you mean killed the cat?” She stared up at him, her heart pounding a wild beat.
“No.” He leaned in. “I meant devour. Ate. Curiosity made the kitten scream his name, and when he was done, the little kitten said thank you.”
Her breath hitched. She tingled from head to toe. His lips were inches from hers, and when he drew closer, she met him, yearning for the briefest touch of his mouth. Instead, he opened the door and stepped out. Bella stared after him as he sauntered over to the closet. What just happened? Why do I feel so unhinged? Where the heck is Enzo? Her gaze lingered on Duncan’s back before she exited the bathroom.
“Bella?” Enzo stared at her from the bed, a little too wide-eyed for her liking.
“There you are.” She crossed to him, sitting beside him.
“I called your name three times before you went into the bathroom.”
She frowned. Had he? “Sorry. I already apologized to Duncan.”
“I’ll just tack it onto your bill when this is over.” Duncan glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, by the way, I figured since you two have been cooped up in here for a while, you might enjoy a little excursion. Be ready to go at eight. Enzo, I have a pair of jeans for you to wear, and Bella, I have something equally as tasteful. Wear only what I put out for you and nothing else.”
Bella glanced at Enzo. “Perdón?”
“I’ve left the items on your side of the closet. They have your names on the garment bags.”
Enzo shook his head. “No se.”
“I have to head out for a bit to check in with Thomas and Asher. Omar will be outside the room should you need anything. Don’t forget to eat your breakfast.” Duncan carried his clothes back to the bathroom. “This time, knock before entering.”
Heat filled Bella’s cheeks. “Sorry. Again.”
Duncan cracked the door open. “I wasn’t just talking to you.”
Bella’s attention snapped to Enzo. “What did you do?”
Duncan leaned against the door jam, tapping his foot while waiting for both Enzo and Bella to get their asses in gear so they could leave. He hated waiting. It drove him bonkers. Surprisingly, though, he was pretty damn calm. He grinned, knowing full well it was because he no longer had a massive case of blue balls, thanks to the amazing blow job Enzo had given him in the shower.
His dick throbbed in anticipation of feeling Enzo’s mouth around his cock soon. He needed to stop his wayward thoughts. A raging erection in tight leather was not the best combo.
Down, boy.
Bella was the first to step out into the living room, and Duncan just about swallowed his damn tongue. Her long, dark hair was in another of those complicated braids again. This time the look showcased the delicate heart tattoos around her right eye and along her temple. It was sexy as fuck and added to the already erotic images he had of burying his hands in those tight braids and using them as an anchor while he fucked her.
Bella had a taut, compact little body. She couldn’t be more than 5’4 and had an ass like J Lo, which was displayed to perfection in the tight leather jumpsuit she wore. The only downside was he couldn’t see more of her rose tattoo. The tops of her full, lush breasts were exposed, thanks to how the top rested just below her shoulders.
On her feet were a pair of the softest leather he could find in a lace up boot.
“Will this do?” She gave a little twirl, giving him a bird’s eye view of her ass and hints of the additional tattoos on her body. The outfit was so damn tight, he could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
She looked like a little sex kitten. He absently wondered if she’d purr for him when he got her onto his lap. “Perfect.”
Duncan could feel her gaze as she checked him out. If she was surprised at his leathers, her expression didn’t give it away.
“Nice.” Desire flared to life in her whiskey-colored eyes.
Why again was he doing this? Oh, right. Omar was worried they might do something extremely stupid because they were going to go stir crazy. Instead of taking them to the mall, a movie, or even out to eat, he decided to take them downstairs.
To the club.
What had he been thinking? The problem was his dick and not his head had been in control. He’d been surprised they’d agreed to his terms when he suggested his idea. Both of them joining him as his submissives. Neither one had batted an eye at his rules, which had shocked the shit out of him.
He couldn’t wait to see Enzo with his neck wrapped in Duncan’s collar, on his knees, waiting for his master’s next command. He’d sensed the submissive in Enzo when he willingly kneeled in the shower and sucked Duncan’s cock. Bella was the unknown factor. Although he had a collar for her, he wasn’t sure if she even had a submissive side. He’d wondered how she was going to react in the same pose on the other side of his chair.
Fuck. This was dangerous.
Enzo stepped into his line of vision, and those doubts, well they blew away as fast as falling leaves on a windy day. Enzo had gone simple. He wore jeans. Dark and skinny, hugging his thighs, and framing his dick. He had a white t-shirt on with an unbuttoned blue plaid shirt over it. Both were immaculately pressed. His feet were encased in a pair of black chucks. Thanks to Bella’s heels, they were now equal in height.
Enzo didn’t ask how he looked, and Duncan didn’t offer.
His skin felt hot and tight as he stared at both of them.
He shifted, ignoring his raging erection and asked. “Do we need to go over the rules again?”
Bella smiled seductively. “You’ve gone over them twice, Papi. Honest, we’re good.”
Papi. Daddy in English. Jesus. Daddy kink had never been his thing, but hearing her say it in that husky voice of hers had his cock throbbing. He wanted to hear her scream it while one of them pounded into her sweet little pussy. Again, he told himself, this was a bad fuckin’ idea. It would be opening doors he usually kept firmly closed, locked, and deadbolted. Only Thomas was aware of all of his proclivities.
He held up Bella’s collar. “Let’s get this on you.”
She stepped forward without hesitation, stopping in front of him.
“Lesson number one, you never look a Dom in the eye, unless he or she tells you to.” Her gaze dropped to his shoulder while he fastened the lock on the collar he put around her neck. The key was in his pocket along with the one for Enzo’s.
Duncan didn’t miss her soft gasp. Bella stepped back, her hands reaching up to touch the delicate chain encasing her neck. His initials were stamped on the tag above the Celtic knot charm that also could be used to hook a leash or any other kinky implements he’d use during a scene.
“Can I go look?” she inquired.
He nodded, and she took off toward the small mirror which hung in the hallway. “Oh.” She touched the silver metal. “It’s so bonita…” Her gaze found Duncan’s. “Silver?”
“Yes,” he lied. The chain was made of platinum and cost him a small fortune. All well worth it, even if it was stupid and would most likely only be worn one time.
He reached into his pocket, removing Enzo’s collar. He rested it on his index finger. “Your turn, Enzo.”
The young man stepped forward. Having learned from the small lesson Duncan gave Bella, Enzo kept his gaze down. Enzo’s collar was different than Bella’s, and he’d spent just as much time and effort on picking the right one. His was black leather with platinum accessories. He’d had the same charm and initials placed on Enzo’s collar.
Bella rejoined them taking in Enzo’s collar. “Hermoso, we match.”
“It seemed appropriate,” Duncan stated, and the siblings agreed. “We should go.”
The elevator down was quiet, and when the doors slid open, Omar was standing there, watching and waiting.
When both Enzo and Bella gave him a curious look, Duncan held up his hands. “Omar will not be participating in any way. He’s simply another set of eyes. If you can’t locate me, find him.”
Omar nodded. “I’ll be at the bar.”
Duncan had a plan for the night. It was sneaky and played into what had happened the other day with him and Enzo in the shower. The only thing he hadn’t taken into consideration was Bella. Her eyes were wide and filled with wonder as she scanned the room. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“Holy shit,” she whispered when her gaze stopped on the u-shaped couches off to the left. There was a mix of couples in various positions. Some were having sex, while others watched or held a conversation. The sex was wild, unhinged. It wasn’t exactly what he’d meant to show them outright, but if they were going to be in the club with him, he might as well throw the siblings in the deep end.
Duncan leaned down. “There is no shame here. Everyone is free to enjoy themselves to their fullest. Nothing, and I mean nothing is off-limits within the club. As long as it’s between consenting adults.”
“Ay dios mio.” Bella fanned her flushed face. “It’s like a round-robin.”
Duncan nodded. “If that’s what you’re into.”
“Damn,” Enzo murmured before giving his sister a nudge and drawing her focus off the couch to where two women played instead. One was on a chair, her legs spread while the other rested between them, eating her out. Next to both women in the same position were two males. One was giving a blow job, the other receiving.
“Yummy. Creamy pussy, my favorite,” Bella announced.
Enzo snorted. “Don’t play, you love cock too.”
Bella snickered. “I so do.”
“You’re bi also?” Duncan asked, placing a hand on each of their lower backs and guiding them deeper into the club.
Bella shrugged.
Before she could reply, Enzo said, “Bella simply likes pleasure and doesn’t care if it comes in the form of a cock or pussy.”
