Mr. September

by Bailey Bradford

  “No.” Enzo snorted. “I don’t even care about a few years’ difference in our ages. You’re the first man I’ve wanted this bad in a long time.”

  “Ditto.” Tony cringed. He couldn’t seem to stop sounding like a dork, not matter what Enzo said to the contrary. “Here’s my place.” He turned into the driveway, clicked the button for the garage door then parked in his usual spot. After he hit the clicker to lower the garage door, he wondered if he should have left the car parked in the driveway. Enzo would need a ride home. “I—”

  “I’m gonna kiss you now.” Enzo had unbuckled and he slid one hand to the back of Tony’s neck, the other along the side of it, and he kissed Tony, a hard press of lips, tongue eager and demanding.

  Tony opened for him, tried to twist around and get closer and was held back by his seatbelt.

  Enzo moved back, his mouth curled up in a crooked grin. “Let’s go in.” He freed Tony from the restraint. “I want you.”

  Those three words shouldn’t have come as a shock, but one glance at Enzo and Tony was surprised he wasn’t in a dream.

  Enzo got out and Tony removed the keys from the ignition, then joined him. If he’d ever been this nervous and excited to be with another man before, Tony couldn’t remember it.

  None of his awkwardness had scared Enzo off so far. Tony hoped his luck held and he didn’t do something that sent Enzo running.

  Chapter Six

  Enzo pinned Tony against the door. Tony’s glasses were askew and the man looked adorably tousled.

  Enzo pressed his body to Tony’s and shivered. “You feel so good.” He inhaled, taking in the scent of man and need. “Smell good.”

  Before he kissed Tony again, he wanted to make sure Tony knew who and what he was, not that it seemed to be a problem anymore. “D’you know I’m a shifter? Wolf. I can scent your arousal.”

  Tony shuddered. “Fu—You can?”

  “I can.” Enzo leaned in and licked the fluttering pulse calling to him at the base of Tony’s neck. He sucked on that spot and Tony gasped, clutching at him, hips jutting as he rubbed his erection alongside Enzo’s.

  Enzo knew just how long and thick Tony’s shaft was and had Tony not made it clear he wanted to be fucked, Enzo would have been anticipating riding Tony, filling himself with the rigid length over and over again.

  But sliding his cock into Tony’s tight ass was going to be amazing, too. Enzo had the bag in one hand and Tony’s right wrist in the other, pinned next to his head. Enzo nipped the spot he’d sucked on, noticing the pink mark he’d left behind. It’d fade in hours, but the temptation to suck harder, to make it a dark love bite that Tony would carry on his body for days, was nearly irresistible.

  Enzo wouldn’t take what wasn’t offered and the weird urge to be possessive was unlike him. He nuzzled a path over to the other side of Tony’s neck, nibbled there until Tony quivered for him then forced himself to let go of Tony’s wrist and step back. “Want me to strip you right here?”

  Tony grabbed a fistful of Enzo’s shirt and started walking. “Bedroom.”

  Enzo liked this decisive side of Tony. “No fucking in the hall?”

  Tony shook his head. “I want my comfortable bed under my hands and knees while you pound me.”

  Enzo almost moaned and his dick grew harder than ever. “Yeah? You like it that way? What if I flip you over and fuck you face-to-face?” It wasn’t something Enzo had ever done, his previous connections with men having been brief in most cases. But he wanted to see Tony’s face while he fucked him.

  Tony licked his lips, sucking the bottom one in then letting it out with a slight sound. “You can do whatever you want with me, as long as I get this”—he feathered his fingertips over Enzo’s erection—“in me.”

  Enzo growled, hooking one arm around Tony’s waist. He kissed him, flicking his tongue past Tony’s parted lips. He didn’t break the kiss as they stumbled, pulling and pushing at each other, grappling with clothes, Enzo unable to use both hands since he was holding the bag with supplies in it.

  As soon as they cleared the doorway to Tony’s bedroom, Enzo nudged him back and tossed the bag onto the bed. “You’re next.”

  “For what?” Tony had Enzo’s shirt untucked and was trying to get it off.

  Enzo raised his arms up, aiding Tony’s quest. “To get tossed onto the bed.”

  Tony dropped Enzo’s shirt onto the floor. “Oh really? Tossed? Are you going to pick me up and—ack!”

  Enzo scooped Tony up into his arms, grinning at Tony’s startled expression. “Yeah. But I don’t want to hurt you.” He closed the distance to the bed and lowered Tony until he was only a few inches from the mattress. Then he let him go.

  Tony laughed and folded his arms behind his head. “Now what’re you going to do to me?”

  Enzo walked to the foot of the bed. He took hold of Tony’s ankles and spread his legs apart. “I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”

  “Please.” Tony had kicked off his shoes somewhere along the way to the bedroom.

  Enzo dispensed with his socks then ran his hands up from the arches of Tony’s feet to the backs of his knees. “I want to explore your body, find every spot that makes you shiver. Not sure we’ll have time for that, though.” The more he looked at Tony, the more he thought of him, Enzo realized he wanted more than a single night with Tony.

  If Tony felt the same way, they might be able to meet up on occasion to get off together.

  Enzo would bring that up later, after they’d fucked and worn each other out.

  “Can I suck you?” Tony asked, his voice breaking. “Please?”

  “You don’t have to even ask.” Enzo stood and stripped his clothes off, enjoying the way Tony stared at him with undisguised lust. “You want this.” He ran one finger around the underside of his cockhead. “You got it.”

  “I want it.” Tony sat up. “I want to feel all of you.”

  “Let me help you with that.” Enzo crawled onto the bed. He straddled Tony’s lap and unbuttoned his shirt, then smoothed his hands over the exposed skin. “Nice. I like this.” He rubbed one palm over the patch of chest hair between Tony’s pecs. “Just the right amount, too.”

  The blush Enzo had teased Tony about was back and spreading from his face down his neck. “Thanks. I thought waxing or whatever was in.”

  “Eh.” Enzo slid the shirt down Tony’s arms. While not bulky with muscle, Tony had some delineation and tone. Enzo approved. Tony’s lean form was very appealing.

  “I’m not, um, buff.” Tony’s blush deepened. He started to reach for his belt.

  “I’ve got it.” Enzo traced the contours of Tony’s arms, his chest, down his belly. “I like your body. Your personality’s pretty great, too.” He hoped he wasn’t pushing any boundaries with that last admission. This was a physical thing between them, not a date.

  But Tony’s smile could have lit up a moonless night. “You do? I’m not some boring old dad?”

  Enzo didn’t miss the fact that Tony hadn’t commented on his own body. “Definitely not. You’re fun and smart and—” And he needed to shut up. “I want to suck your cock again.” Apparently, he couldn’t be quiet. Unless I have a mouthful of dick. That would keep him from admitting things he shouldn’t, not when he and Tony were just getting off together.

  “Oh.” Tony’s eyes looked huge, magnified by the lenses of his glasses. “We could suck each other?”

  “Sixty-nine?” For some reason, Enzo thought that would make Tony’s blush even darker, and it did.

  “Y-yeah.” Tony gulped then gasped when Enzo palmed his erection through his briefs.

  “I’d like that,” Enzo murmured, massaging the hard length under his palm. “I’d like it a lot. I’ve never done it before. Have you?”

  Tony blinked, followed by a frown. “You haven’t, ever?”

  Enzo shook his head. “Nope.” He tucked his fingers under the elastic band of Tony’s briefs. “Raise up.”

  “But you’re…you’
re so sexy, and you’re even in a calendar comprised of hot men. How—” Tony scraped his teeth over his bottom lip even as he pushed his hips up. “Sorry. That’s incredibly rude of me.”

  Enzo got up and tugged Tony’s pants and briefs off. The belt clanked when it landed on the floor. “It’s not rude and, believe it or not, I’m picky about who I have sex with. I also don’t have a lot of spare time.”

  Tony looked like he wanted to ask more questions, but Enzo didn’t want to answer them. He smoothed his hands over Tony’s feet. “It’s weird, I’ve never had a foot fetish before. Don’t know that I even paid attention to anyone else’s feet, yet I have the strongest urge to kiss yours.”

  He lifted Tony’s left foot up, his gaze locked on Tony’s. “May I?”

  Tony bobbed his head. “Yes.” The single word was little more than an exhalation.

  But it was enough. Enzo kissed Tony’s toes, starting with the biggest and moving to the smallest, then licked between the last two before nipping at them.

  “Oh!” Tony didn’t jerk his foot away. Instead, he arched it, pointing his toes.

  “You like?” Enzo was torn between being even more turned on and embarrassed because of his own reaction. His dick was beginning to leak pre-cum. As he lapped at Tony’s arch, new fantasies came to life. He’d definitely discovered a fetish he hadn’t suspected he had.

  “Yes.” Tony glided his hands down his belly and fisted his shaft with one. He used the other to cup his balls. “But I want your cock.”

  “You’ve got it.” Enzo nipped Tony’s heel before lowering his foot back to the bed. “You’ve got me so horny, I won’t last long.”

  “Doesn’t even feel like I already came once.” Tony stroked his own shaft. “I can’t remember when the last time was I came twice in a night. Maybe when I first figured out what to do with this.” He gave the head of his dick a tug.

  Enzo chuckled as he moved in for a kiss. “Yeah, I almost wore mine out after the first time I jacked off. Did it so much that night I could hardly stand to have anything against my dick for a couple of days.” He pressed his lips to Tony’s, then slid his tongue in to taste him again.

  There was something about that, the flavors that were distinctly Tony’s, that he could come to crave.

  Enzo pulled back before that thought could go any further. “You going to leave these on?” He touched the metal earpiece of the glasses.

  “Probably shouldn’t.” He started to remove them, but Enzo touched his hands.

  “I’ve got it.” He gently eased the earpieces over Tony’s ears, took the glasses off and folded them before placing them on the night stand. “Now.”

  “Now?” Tony asked, caressing Enzo’s shoulders.

  Enzo dipped down and took another kiss, unable to resist. He lowered himself over Tony, aligning their bodies. Tony spread his legs and Enzo settled between them as he flicked his tongue over Tony’s.

  Tony gripped his biceps, moaning into the kiss. He rocked his hips and Enzo growled, thrusting, driving his cock over Tony’s.

  Tony arched, tipping his head back with a cry.

  Enzo nipped his chin and thrust again. He licked a path to Tony’s Adam’s apple and scraped his teeth over it.

  “Enzo!” Tony bucked. “Please, I need…need…”

  Enzo needed, too. He scooted down and laved one of Tony’s nipples.

  “God!” Tony cried out, clutching at him.

  Enzo moved to his side, then turned around, leveling his cock with Tony’s kiss-swollen lips. “Open for me.”

  Tony did more than just open. He rumbled and pulled Enzo over him, rather than on his side. He cupped Enzo’s ass, squeezed then parted his cheeks.

  Enzo shuddered and palmed Tony’s balls. They were big, fuzzy, hot—perfect. He ringed Tony’s cock with his other hand. He tongued the slit, lapping at the pre-cum leaking from it.

  Tony moaned. He tugged on Enzo’s ass.

  Enzo lowered himself more, spreading his legs wider. Hope quivered through him, the desire for something he hadn’t expected unfurling hot and rapid in his gut.

  He rolled Tony’s balls in his hand and sucked the fat tip of his dick into his mouth.

  Then he keened around when Tony flicked his tongue over his hole.

  Enzo’s knees wobbled. Tony was doing things to him no one else had before. He sucked more of Tony’s length in. There was a tantalizing vein he tongued, following it down to the base.

  Tony whimpered, his lips pressed to Enzo’s hole, unmoving for a moment before he resumed licking and rubbing a finger over Enzo’s ring.

  Enzo bobbed up just as Tony pressed into him, breaching Enzo with his tongue.

  Being still was impossible. Enzo rocked his ass towards Tony’s face, seeking more. He sucked down Tony’s cock again and swallowed around the tip.

  Tony reciprocated by sliding a finger into him.

  Enzo clenched all over. The slight intrusion didn’t hurt, but it made him aware of the fact that he wanted more, wanted to feel Tony’s thickness spreading him open, filling him until he couldn’t take another inch.

  He trailed one finger back and rubbed over the soft skin behind Tony’s balls, massaged that sweet spot while taking Tony in deep again.

  Tony hissed and lapped at Enzo’s balls while pressing another digit into his ass.

  “Mmm.” Enzo hummed around Tony’s cock, losing his rhythm as pleasure spread out from his ass. When Tony rubbed over his prostate, Enzo’s cock jerked. He pulled off Tony’s shaft long enough to warn, “I’ll come if you keep that up.”

  Tony responded by sucking half of Enzo’s dick into his mouth while massaging his gland.

  Enzo didn’t stand a chance. His orgasm tore through him like an erotic storm, setting off pleasure-points everywhere as he came. Tony’s length slipped from his mouth, but he kept his hands where they were and something in that worked for Tony. Jets of hot cum splattered Enzo’s chin and neck. He felt each spurt, smelled it and his own cum as well. The combination of the two intensified his climax, wringing him out so that his arms and legs shook. He managed to move, to fall over on his side rather than on Tony, but anything past that was beyond him for a few minutes, at least.

  Tony’s panted breaths were as loud as his own. Enzo reveled in that as much as in his own bliss. He’d done that, had wrecked Tony—just like Tony had wrecked him.

  And when he got his second wind, Enzo was going to do it again.

  Chapter Seven

  Tony was admiring Enzo’s ass when sleep snuck up on him. That was the last thing he remembered—Enzo had flopped down beside him and Tony’d had a view he truly appreciated.

  Now he was confused as to why he was awake, and his heart was racing.

  Then he heard it, the shrill sound of a cell phone. His first thought was of Ina, but the tone wasn’t his. “Enzo?” Tony sat up and patted Enzo’s back. “Hey, is that your phone?”

  Enzo shoved himself up and turned, clearly startled.

  And unaware of his surroundings. Tony gasped and tried to grab him, but Enzo toppled off the bed.

  “Shoot!” Tony started to get up and almost clipped Enzo’s head with his foot. “Shoot, sorry. I’m—”

  “S’okay.” Enzo got to his feet and hurried to his pants, piled on the floor. He picked them up and took his phone from one of the pockets, then answered it. “Hello? Nat? What’s wrong?”

  Nat?

  “It’s okay. I’m, er, I just—I’ll be home in a few minutes, don’t worry.” Enzo glanced at Tony. “But you’re sure you’re okay?”

  Nat? And he’ll be home? Tony’s mind started throwing out worst-case scenarios, such as Enzo had lied and had a guy waiting for him at home. There was no need for paranoia. Enzo had mentioned having a sister. That had to be who was waiting at home for him.

  “Sorry, man, but I’ve got to go. My sister was supposed to stay the night with some friends but she’s not feeling well and she came home. Freaked out because I wasn’t there.” Enzo was getting d
ressed as he spoke. “I mean, she’s almost seventeen, but that’s beside the point. She’s used to me being there for her, and she’s sick, and here I am, out screwing around, and—”

  “Enzo.” Tony stood and reached for his underwear.

  Enzo canted his head and glanced at him. “What?”

  “It’ll be okay.” Tony shouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. “I’ll drive you home.”

  Enzo blanched. “I don’t think you want to do that. I’ll use Uber or something.”

  “Please, let me give you a ride.” Tony needed to help Enzo get home. “After all, it’s partially my fault you’re here, not there, right?”

  Enzo snorted and put his pants on. “I shouldn’t panic, you know? But the one time I do this—” He gestured between himself and Tony. “And Nat calls me, wanting to know where I am.”

  “You said she’s going to be seventeen?” At Enzo’s nod, he continued. “She would probably understand that you need time out like this.” He felt like a hypocrite saying as much, since he’d been celibate for years. One thing he knew after tonight—he didn’t want to be alone for the next fourteen years. He’d have to examine why he’d ever thought he should be in the first place.

  “Yeah, she was bugging me about getting out on my birthday, but it’s different, you know?” Enzo smiled crookedly after he put his shirt on. “It’s one thing for her to say she wants me to have a sex life, and another for me to not be there when she needs me a few days later.”

  “Wait.” Tony ran that through his head again. “When was your birthday?”

  Enzo chuckled and reached for his socks. “That’s what you get out of what I said? It was the twentieth, the day you and Ina came into the gas station, actually. But that isn’t important. Nat is sick and scared, and instead of being there like I always have, she’s alone.”

  Tony admitted to himself he had his priorities screwed up with the question he’d asked. He hoped he wasn’t about to make it worse. “Your parents aren’t there?”

  Enzo’s cheeks turned ruddy. “No.”