Page 78 of Cherry on Top

Blowjobs were usually pretty goddamned amazing, but like this, pleasure circling pleasure, giving and taking, they were even better. Enzo nipped his balls and then stroked them with his fingertips.

Opened his legs wider when Will went deeper, sucking him hard, and slid a finger down, grazing his hole.

Enzo made a garbled noise as he sank just the tip in, and Will lifted his head. “Like that, do you?”

Pleasure was fizzy in his veins, the intoxicating brew making him giddy as he pushed Will, sucking him harder, playing insistently with his balls, angling his head at just the right angle so Will could sink practically to his throat.

“Jesus God,” Will cried out as he licked the tip of Enzo’s cock, a whole finger deep in his ass now.

Then he found the spot that lit Enzo up, and it only took a few strokes before he was nearly choking around Will’s cock, coming like a freight train as Will strung it out, finger massaging his prostate with every pulse of his orgasm.

Will was still hard against his tongue as he came down.

He made a disappointed sound as Will lifted himself off, tongue flicking out to clean his lips from Enzo’s come.

Enzo heard how rough his voice was already when he asked, “You wanna fuck my face, baby?”

Will groaned in approval, and Enzo sank to his knees next to the bed, hungrily guiding Will’s cock back into his mouth. It was easier like this, less of a difficult angle, and he could really work all the spots that seemed to make Will loud and appreciative.

And then somehow it became a game. Just like before, except this was real.

How loud could he make Will?

Could he make him scream?

Then Will gripped his hair, with that intoxicating grip—soft but hard; gentle but insistent—and took over, Enzo slicking his tongue along the underside as Will thrust.

“God, baby, I’m so close,” Will babbled loudly.

Enzo wanted him louder.

Wanted to wake up the whole goddamn Inn again.

Slipped his thumb up, right behind his balls, and the moment he touched Will’s hole, his hips stuttered, and Enzo knew he had him.

Half a dozen unsteady thrusts later, Enzo was wiggling a second finger along his thumb, and Will shouted, coming with long, hot pulses down his throat.

“My God,” Will said, sounding shattered as he collapsed onto the bed, knees shaky.

“Good?” Enzo sounded like he’d been sucking cock. But probably the whole Inn had a decent idea what they’d been up to at least tonight—if not last night—so it was hardly time for him to get embarrassed about it.

“The best. Oh my God,” Will repeated, a glazed look of contentment on his handsome face.

Enzo lifted himself up and tucked himself in, right under Will’s arm.

They were allowed to cuddle now. In fact, it was practically encouraged.

For a long minute and then another, they lay there in happy satisfaction. Quiet. Nothing, Enzo thought, needed to be said.

But then there was a knock on the door.

Will groaned. He glanced over at Enzo. “I think next time we’ve got to go to your place.”

Laughing, Enzo rolled over and tucked himself under the sheet as Will grabbed his boxer briefs and shoved them on, walking on still-unsteady legs to the door.

And sure enough, Enzo could see Joy, her mouth in a thin, unhappy line, on the other side.

“Will, really,” she said.

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