Adventure Page 4

  I swallowed hard as I took the last few steps to the couch. I sat stiffly with my back pressing into the arm, my knees curled up under me. Rather than look at Tony, I stared straight ahead.

  "You okay?" Tony asked. When he reached out to me, I flinched away. "Seriously Enzo, tell me what's going on. Please?"

  "It's nothing," I lied. "It's been a long day and I'm tired, but Max asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with the two of you, and I didn't want to be rude."

  "He's not like that," Tony argued. "Seriously, Max is one of the coolest guys I know. He's not going to get all uptight and hold it against you if you're too tired to stay up."

  "Is that what you want?" I still wasn't convinced Tony wanted the three of us to fool around together as much as Max implied. How could he? That would mean he thought about all of us being together. "If you'd rather spend some time alone with Max, I can leave you guys alone."

  Tony slid across the couch, placing a hand on my shoulder. "He said something to you, didn't he?"

  I could keep lying to Tony. I didn't want to, but at the same time, I didn't want to tip my hand if Tony wasn't talking about what Max and I had discussed in the hall, so I decided playing dumb was the better option. "About what?"

  Tony dragged a hand down his face, groaning loudly before he looked at me. When he did, his eyes were bright, his pupils dilated. He didn't say anything, but his breathing grew ragged. "Enzo, you know I love you. You're more than just my brother, you're my best friend. If this is weird for you, we won't do it. I know it's bizarre, and it wasn't Max's place to say anything to you."

  "Tony, I love you too, but right now, you're not making a lot of sense. Quit with the rambling and just tell me what you think he talked to me about," I insisted. As I waited for him to respond, I swallowed hard and held my breath.

  "Okay, so first, I need to tell you this is my fault," he explained, wringing his hands then wiping them on his jeans. He was still tipsy, but the nap had definitely sobered him a bit. "I might've made a comment to Max earlier about how I thought you were attracted to him. And that it might be fun to have a threesome someday."

  "Is that something you're interested in doing?" I asked, my heart racing impossibly fast. My fingers tingled, imagining what it'd be like to have the freedom to reach out and see if the thoughts I'd had over the years were skewed by our bond as brothers.

  Having Max with us as a buffer seemed like a cop-out, but I couldn't see any other way I'd ever be able to explore my feelings. There had been other opportunities for us to fool around together, but I'd never felt comfortable enough with any of his other partners to give their overtures any serious thought. None of them had gotten me hard with two simple words.

  "Enzo, stay." Max's typically melodic voice had deepened as he’d issued the command. I should've been able to walk away, tell him I was going to bed, and yet it was impossible for me not to obey.

  I imagined Max striding back into the room, bare-chested, the outline of his hips visible over the waistband of his loose jeans. He came across as laid-back, but underneath it all, there was a forceful man dying to rise to the surface. If we did this—when we did this—he would be the one directing the entire scene. He'd tell us what he wanted, and we'd abide his wishes, both desperate to please him.

  "You know, if you're going to ask questions, you might want to pay attention to the answer," Tony suggested, ripping me out of my daydream. I reached down and adjusted myself, wishing I'd at least stopped by my bedroom long enough to change into something more comfortable.

  When I looked up, the last thing I expected was to see Tony staring at my erection. My dick twitched and both of us groaned. I snagged a pillow from behind me and placed it on my lap as if that'd keep him from knowing I was aroused. Damn. I really needed to get a grip.

  "Enzo, it's okay," Tony reassured me. "Will other people feel the same way? No, but they're not in this apartment right now. There's no reason anyone needs to know what we do in our own home. And if it includes sharing Max for the night, then I'm all for it. He's beautiful, and there's no one I'd rather share him with."

  "Do you do that a lot? Sharing, I mean," I stammered. I'd never seen Tony with more than one partner at a time, but that didn't mean he wasn't getting into group action away from home. Before Max, there were plenty of nights he didn't come home, and I wouldn't even begin to imagine what he was getting up to.

  "It's on my bucket list, but believe it or not, I never have," Tony admitted. The fact he had a sexual bucket list made me chuckle. Of course he did. This was Tony, the man who made it known to anyone and everyone that he was a fan of sex, regardless of their gender. "Being with multiple partners requires trust. Trust requires time. Time isn't exactly my style."

  "So we've all noticed." We both startled at the sound of Max's voice, still deep and throaty. He pushed away from the wall and motioned for Tony to scoot back to his side of the couch.

  Max stalked over to us, heading straight for Tony. When he threaded his fingers in Tony's hair, tugging so Tony was forced to look up at him, I swore the base of my skull throbbed. Then his lips crashed against Tony's in a blistering kiss, and I prayed I was next. I wanted to feel him claim me in the same way.

  "You two get everything sorted?" Max asked, settling on the couch between us. Rather than shifting closer to Tony, he draped his arm over the back of the couch, tracing lines up and down my forearm. He propped his feet on the coffee table and relaxed as if this was just another normal Saturday night and he hadn't dropped this bomb that was going to change all our lives. He looked to Tony then to me, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for an answer.

  "I think it'd be best if we just start the movie and see what happens," Tony suggested.

  That was the best thing he could've said because what made me the most uncomfortable was feeling like tonight had been scripted or there were a set of steps we were going to follow. I wasn't as inexperienced as our younger brother, Matteo, had been when he met his partner, but romance had always been a low priority for me. It didn't make sense, but every time I grew close to someone, I felt as if I was betraying Tony.

  Max took the remote and hit play. Before the first fight sequence, both Tony and I had drifted toward the center of the couch. Max had one arm draped over each of us. I wanted to glance at Tony to see his reaction, but I was too comfortable. I had one hand resting on Max's chest, and I counted the steady beats of his heart, trying to match my breathing to the rise and fall of his chest.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tony's hand resting on Max's leg. As it drifted higher on his thigh, I wished it was my palm, and I'd been courageous enough to make the first move. Max slid lower on the couch, spreading his legs as much as he could to allow Tony access. Or so I thought.

  "Open my jeans for him," Max directed me. As if to emphasize what he wanted from me, he took my hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. Damn. He was already so hard.

  "Impressive, isn't it." I looked up at Tony, amazed by how calm he sounded. "Just wait until you put it in your mouth. He has an amazing cock. If you're nice, maybe he'll fuck you."

  "Yes please." I didn't realize I'd said that out loud until both of them chuckled. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I didn't bother taking back my plea. I fumbled as I tried getting my fingers to cooperate long enough to flick open the button on Max's pants.

  He took mercy on me, lifting his hips before I physically injured him while trying to lower his zipper. Tony worked on one side while I shoved the other past his hips. I tried backing away so I could watch whatever Tony had in mind, but Max had other ideas.

  "I think you should get the first taste," he told me. "Tony, you can help him."

  Damn, this was like a scene out of a porn brought to life. Max tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my head to the tip of his cock. I inhaled deeply, loving the way he smelled. As much as I was dying to feel him in my mouth, I didn't want to rush anything in case this was our only time together.

  "Go on,
Enzo, you know you want to," Tony goaded me. I pushed back the memories threatening to invade my mind of all the times he'd dared me to do things when we were kids. Back then, it usually wound up with me getting hurt or in trouble. Tonight, those were two things I wasn't sure I could bear. "Run your tongue around the tip. Max likes it when you tease him."

  Max's chest reverberated with his answering growl. Apparently, Tony was once again trying to get me in trouble. The question was, did I follow his suggestion to see where teasing would lead, or did I continue to obey Max?

  You only live once, Enzo.

  I closed my eyes and sucked in one final breath before I dragged my tongue around the broad head of Max's dick. A second hand joined Max's in my hair as I flicked my tongue through his slit, collecting the first salty drops of precum. "That's it, Enzo. Suck him just like that."

  As I took Max deeper into my mouth, Tony kept rambling, telling me when to suck harder, instructing me to play with Max's balls. My own dick pressed hard against the zipper of my pants, and I ached for relief. I could hear Tony and Max kissing and wanted to watch them, but that would require freeing Max from my mouth, and I was savoring the experience too much for that.

  A hand shoved past the waistband of my underwear, a single finger trailing down the crack of my ass. I moaned, arching back, desperate to feel that finger against my hole. I had no clue who it belonged to, didn't care. It had to be Max, because Tony's fingers were still threaded in my hair, forcing me to take Max's entire length into the back of my throat as Max kept teasing me, never giving me the pressure I craved.

  Max started bucking into my mouth, his finger finally pressing against my entrance. Curses filled the room as his cock thickened, and I felt his muscles go taut beneath me. He teased my ass, only entering me up to his first knuckle, but it was enough to have me writhing, moaning, ready to come in my pants.

  Tony's grip on my hair never eased, but he quit pushing, allowing Max complete control. With a shout, Max came, the first spurt of cum salty and slightly bitter on my tongue, but far from unpleasant. I sucked harder, drinking him down until finally he pushed my head to his lap.

  "His mouth is amazing," Max told Tony. His breathing was ragged, his words clipped as he struggled to catch his breath. I ran a hand up the length of his chest, feeling the furious tattoo of his heart now that he'd come. "You've seriously never fucked around together? Not even as teens experimenting?"

  "Hell no," Tony replied without hesitation. For a moment, my heart sank, convinced this was something he was only going along with to satisfy Max's fantasy. Then, he added, "It was weird enough jerking one out in our house. Maybe if our Papa hadn't been so old-fashioned, we wouldn't have worried he'd walk in on us the second we whipped out our dicks."

  "That's a damn shame. You've been missing out," Max told him. With one hand still shoved down my pants, Max slid the other down my face, gently guiding me upright. "You want to show him what an amazing cocksucker you are?"

  I nodded, not sure I'd have been able to form words with my brain overloaded with sensations. I wanted to look up at Tony so I could gauge his reactions, but I was convinced any eye contact might break the spell.

  "Tony...?" Max left the question unasked, but there was no doubt he was waiting for confirmation.

  "Fuck yeah."

  Max helped me sit up before he stood and kicked off his jeans. He stared down at the two of us, mirror images of arousal, both running a hand over our covered dicks. "It's not right that I'm the only one naked here. Strip."

  God, the way he commanded us was hotter than I'd have imagined possible. Or maybe it was being here with these two men who had me ready to bust a nut already. Either way, I wasn't sure I'd last beyond the first stroke of my bare flesh before I went off.

  I looked over to Tony, who smirked back at me and winked. Somehow, he knew I needed confirmation from him we were going to be okay once the night ended. I flicked the button on my jeans, groaning as the backs of my fingers grazed my dick. Even though Tony was also stripping, both of the men were watching me.

  Max pushed the coffee table to the center of the room as we both tossed our clothes into a pile. He held out a hand, pulling Tony to the floor first, then invited me to join them. I fumbled, not knowing where I should sit—or lay—or who I should focus on. Max took the decision out of my hands when he placed his hands on my shoulders, arranging me so my mouth was only inches away from Tony's dick.

  "Last chance, Enzo," he offered, his voice softer and melodic, proving to me this was more than a game to him. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

  "I want to," I reassured them, finally finding the courage to look my brother in the eyes. "If I don't, I'll keep wondering what it'd be like."

  "Then take him," Max urged me. Tony ran a hand down my arm, squeezing gently.

  Before I could lower myself to suck Tony into my mouth, he curled a hand around the back of my neck, dragging me up to him. "There's nothing wrong with this, Enzo. Nothing."

  And then...he closed the distance between us, and I felt the first brush of Tony's lips against mine. It surpassed every fantasy I'd ever had about being with him in this way. He licked his way across the seam of my lips, and I opened for him. He was insistent yet tentative all at the same time, taking his time as he pressed deeper into my mouth.

  "Tasting him on you might be my new favorite flavor," Tony told me when we came up for air. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was back on me, devouring me, holding onto me for dear life.

  I was just getting into making out with Tony, grinding my dick against his, when a hand clamped on my shoulder. "That's enough. You still need to show him how talented that mouth is."

  He dragged me back, digging his fingers into my hips so my ass was on display for him as I took Tony into my mouth. Just like I had with Max, I took my time, licking around the crown of Tony's dick before licking a stripe down his length. He spread his legs wider, urging me to suck on his balls. Max's hand trailed down my spine, so softly it almost tickled. I glanced over my shoulder, taking in the awe on his face as he watched the scene before him. He smiled, nodding for me to get to it.

  The moment I wrapped my lips around Tony's cock, sucking as much of his length as I could with a hand wrapped around the base, Max spread my ass and started licking his way from my taint to the top of my crack. I moaned, my mind torn over whether to buck back, begging for more of Max's attention, or lean forward to pleasure Tony.

  Max pulled on my hips, then pushed. Pulled and pushed, helping me set a rhythm as he wrapped one hand around my dick and started jerking me. Beads of sweat broke out over my body as he continued tonguing my ass, loosening my hole.

  "More. Need... more..." I begged.

  "Not tonight, Handsome." The sting of Max's denial was eased by the unexpected endearment.

  "Please. Need it," I pleaded, hating my whiny tone. "Want to come with your cock in my ass while I suck him."

  "Next time," he promised me. The warm slide of Max's spit dribbled through my crease before he pushed a finger into me. I closed my eyes, trying to find the rhythm he'd set earlier. Next time. Hearing this wasn't a one-time thing for him drove me higher and had me redoubling my efforts on Tony's cock.

  I curled my fingers around Tony's balls, massaging them as I sucked him deeper, harder, faster. His back arched off the floor and his babbling turned incoherent. From the many nights I'd heard him with other partners, I knew he was getting close.

  Watching Tony fly apart as his load spilled into my mouth was unreal. Max shoved a second finger inside of me, and the combination of Tony's orgasm and Max's fingers grazing over my prostate was all I needed to lose control. I bit down on my lip as I came, shooting over Max's hand onto the area rug beneath us.

  I rolled to the side as my arms collapsed under me, draping one limp arm over Tony, the other attempting to reach for Max. He pushed me to the side, taking his place between us.

  "I've had a lot of hot sex, but that'll be hard to t
op," Max said before pressing a kiss to my temple then repeating the motion with Tony.

  "Challenge accepted." We all chuckled because we knew Tony was the man who couldn't turn down a dare. As I drifted off to sleep, I could only hope he'd feel the same way in the morning.

  Chapter Five

  Tony

  I spent most of the week following Pride trying to avoid Enzo and Max. It wasn't fair to them, but I needed some time to process what we'd done and why it had felt so natural to me. It shouldn't have, but it did. I'd even offered to babysit for Freddie and Peter a few nights, saying they deserved some alone time, just so I could crash in the guest room at their house without feeling like a total mooch. And that's where I was when Freddie cornered me.

  "You and Enzo have a fight or something?" he asked, tossing me a bottle of water as we watched Sophia run around the backyard, playing with her latest best friend ever. With the exception of this week, it seemed every time I came over she had a new best friend.

  "No, why?" I asked, hating that our drama was obvious enough even Freddie had picked up on it. Lately, he'd been so wrapped up in the restaurant and his family he rarely noticed anything else. Luckily, he jumped to an argument rather than something closer to the truth. Then again, there was no logical reason for his mind to jump to us sharing the hottest night ever with Max, the man I'd gone out of my way to make sure everyone knew was not my boyfriend.

  "Because both of you look like hell. And as much as Peter and I enjoy some one-on-one time in the evenings, we're going to have to start charging you rent if you keep staying here." He socked me in the shoulder, which was good because I was starting to worry this was the conversation where he told me I'd worn out my welcome. "Seriously, what's going on with the two of you?"

  "It's not him," I said because it wasn't just him. It was all of us. That night was amazing, but it made me start thinking all sorts of shit I had no place dreaming about. And not all the dreams were good. I worried Max would find everything he wanted with Enzo and I'd be left in the dust.