Page 30 of Filthy and the Beast

I lay my hand over his. He startles, so I give him a moment, then lift our joined hands to my chest. “Have you done this before?” I ask. “With another man?”

He shakes his head, just barely. “No.” His voice is hoarse. “Never.”

Shit. That’s significant.

My pulse races. I place my palm on his chest, too, and feel his heart pound back.

“Once.” I keep my voice firm. “Just tonight. Just for fun. I’m not promising anything more. And you’re not allowed to have a straight dude freak-out after. No punishing me because you regret touching a penis. You’re fulfilling my work contract and acting like an adult about this, got it?”

Enzo blinks, his lids heavy and slow, but doesn’t avert his gaze from mine. He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and nods.

“Yeah,” he says. “I can do that.”

My body moves before my brain. My hands are on his face, and I’m up on my toes to meet him in a kiss. I slam my lips to his big mouth, slide my tongue against his teeth, bury my fingers in his beard.

I feel it everywhere. The rub of the coarse beard, the taste of whiskey on his breath, his mouth closing over mine.

Enzo kisses back just as hard—not shy at all, I’m pleased to discover. His tongue rolls against mine. His strong hands land on my side, and he bends to take me in his arms as pleasure floods me.

Then my brain kicks in again.

I jump back, breaking my lips away. “Hey! Posture. You’re still recovering.”

Dick fat in his jeans, he stands there, huffing and sweaty. “Seriously?”

“Yes. No bending allowed.”

He cocks an eyebrow but, when I frown, sighs and stands up to full height. “Well, what the fuck?”

I laugh. “Suddenly so impatient.” I press on his chest to walk him backward until he’s against the wall. “Try it like this.”

Leaning up on my toes, I kiss him again, one hand firmly against his shoulder to keep him in place. Enzo lets out a sweet little grunt of pleasure, allowing me to take charge even as I feel desire burning from his core.

“Good?”

“Good.” Enzo stares at me. Slowly, he raises his hand, touches the stem of my glasses. “Can I?”

I nod, my heart beating. He removes them, and the world goes a little blurry as we kiss again.

This is happening. It’s really happening.

I lose myself in a couple minutes of wet, indulgent making out. My desire builds as I taste him, and his muscles get taut, the thrust of his tongue harder. When I can’t take it anymore, I rotate my hips and press my hard dick against Enzo’s crotch, my erection pulsing to his heat.

Growling, he pulls me closer. “Fucking hell, that feels good.”

I buck my erection against his big, throbbing cock. “Just keep your feet planted and your back straight,” I whisper. “I’ll steer.”

He's trembling, the fire building inside even as he fights to restrain himself. Fuck, he’s so cute. Strong enough to be vulnerable with me, and I’m sure he’s not vulnerable with anyone.

Going to make this good.

Taking my head, Enzo pulls me into another kiss. His tongue is in my mouth, and his beard burns my skin, and I’m so turned on I can hardly stand it.

His erection throbs. My thin shorts against his denim, I can feel each pulse as I keep kissing him. “You like that?” I ask, lips on his as I bounce my hips. “You like rubbing our cocks together?”

He tightens his grip on my side. “Yes,” he growls. “Fuck yes.”

“Good.”

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