Page 63 of The Prizes We Win
“I can taste her on you,” Enzo groans loudly against Dante’s lips.
“Good,” Dante replies before his lips trail along Enzo’s jaw and down his neck. Then, much to my surprise, Dante drops to his knees in front of Enzo.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out in excitement. Dante quickly turns to look at me, his hands paused on the waistband of Enzo’s sweats. “If you come without me, Mama, you’ll be in serious trouble.”
I grin mischievously and shoot him a wink. “That a threat or a promise?”
Dante chuckles before turning back to Enzo. The tips of his fingers trail along a small cut that’s almost healed just above the waistband of his pants while he looks up at him.
“You really want to do this?” Enzo asks, practically breathless.
And I find myself wondering the same thing. Because, while I’m aware that there has been something forming between the two of them, they’ve never come right out and said it. So forDante to want to do this, in front of me no less, is a huge step. As far as I know, he’s never even been with a man.
But I see the way Enzo looks at him.Longsafter him. And I see the way Dante does too. And when we thought Enzo was dead for those thirty grueling seconds, I watched as Dante’s hopes and dreams fell to his feet.
As did mine.
And the only thing I thought at that moment was everything I was about to miss out on. All of the “could-have-been moments” I would never get to have with Enzo.
If I had to guess, that’s what Dante thought about, too.
And there’s no better time than the present to reach for what you want and take it.
42
Dante
My finger rubs along the almost healed cut as my hands rest along the waistband of his sweats as I kneel on the floor in front of him, in front of one of my best friends—in front of Enzo.
And my girl is sitting on the counter behind me, touching herself. Ready and willing to watch whatever I’m about to do.
I don’t know what prompted me to do this. Maybe it’s because Joe is here and she makes me feel brave. Maybe it’s because I can see in both their eyes how desperate they are for this to happen. But mostly, I think it’s because there was a moment when I thought this wouldn’t happen.
A moment where I thought I’d never get the chance to take what I wanted.
And what I want is him.
So here I am, eagerly looking up at him. Silently pleading for him to let me do this.
To let me try.
Finally, he nods.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly work his sweats over his hips and let them fall to the floor. His cock immediately springs free. The corner of my lips twitch, and I raise a brow as I look up at him, silently asking where the hell his underwear are.
He simply shrugs and says, “I was feeling hopeful.”
Joe giggles behind me.
As nervous as I am, I know what does and doesn’t feel good. So, feeling confident, I reach up and grab his cock at the base. His wanton moan the moment my skin makes contact with his sends a wave of arousal between my legs.
Opening my mouth, I slowly slide the head of his cock between my lips, letting the cool metal of his piercing glide over my tongue. And when he groans, “Dante,” I know there’s no turning back.
Enzo places one hand on the back of my head and the other one on my shoulder. And with his cock still in my mouth, I grab his lean waist with both hands, careful to not squeeze to hard.
“You’re not going to break me. I’m okay,” he says gently.
So I grip him harder, and he hums in approval.
