Page 86 of Enzo

I let my hands explore, tracing the thick vein running the length of his cock, the loose skin stretched over the purple tip of his cock, watching how his body responded to my touch. His breathing grew ragged, eyes half-closed but never leaving my face. I marveled at the power I felt—not the kind that John had wielded over me, but something shared.

“Is this okay?” I whispered.

Enzo’s laugh was strangled. “More than okay,” he managed, his hips shifting beneath my hand. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good-crazy?” I asked, my fingers tightening, experimenting with pressure.

“The best kind,” he groaned, his hand gripping the sheets with a desperate intensity. “God, Robbie.”

“It’s Roman,” I whispered. “My real name is Roman, or Ro if you want it to be ours. A secret.”

His eyes widened in shock. “Don’t tell anyone else,” he said urgently.

I shook my head. “Just us.”

“Roman,” he said so quietly, testing it on his tongue. His expression softened as he reached up to touch my face. “Roman,” he whispered again. “It suits you.”

“No one’s called me that in years,” I admitted, my hand still moving slowly.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you can be whoever you want to be with me,” Enzo said, his voice strained as his hips lifted slightly into my touch. “Robbie, Roman, Ro… you’re still you.”

“I think I want to be who Roman was again, before John—before I got lost,” I whispered. “But only with you.”

His eyes darkened. “I like having something that’s just ours.”

I leaned down to kiss his thigh, feeling bolder now. His hands came up to tangle in my hair, but he didn’t push or force me; he stroked and reassured me. “Is this okay? Are you okay?” he kept asking, but instead of getting defensive, I loved that he cared, and I was overwhelmed by the tenderness of his concern.

“More than okay,” I whispered, kissing his hip bone. I took a breath, gathering my courage. He was uncut, thick, hard as stone, and not the same as me. He was bigger, for sure, and the tip of his cock was damp. “Can I?”

“Anything you want, sweetheart, anything.”

I pressed a kiss to the tip of him, darting my tongue to taste him, and the sound Enzo made sent a thrill through me. His fingers tightened briefly in my hair before relaxing, giving me control. I experimented with the pressure and rhythm of my tongue, learning what made his breath hitch and his muscles tense. I closed my lips around the head and sucked and licked, and tasted the saltiness of the pre-cum, then kissed the tip again.

“Roman,” he whispered, the name sounding so sweet. “You don’t have to?—”

I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “I want to,” I said. “I want to make you feel good. I want to be good enough, I want...”

He leaned up and cradled my face with one hand.

“You’re enough,Roman. You’re mine.”

I smiled, then pushed him to lie back down, lowered my head again, losing myself in the intimacy of doing this, tasting him, and taking him down as far as I could, wanting more, and easing myself to my knees, trying not to show the pain, ignoring the brief reminder of glass in my skin, and crouching so I had a free hand to close any gap between my mouth and his hair there.

His hips made an aborted thrust, and I could tell he was trying to stay in control. I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse.

I pulled back for air, replacing my mouth with my hand. “You can tell me what you want,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. “I want to learn.”

Enzo’s eyes were almost black with desire. “You’re perfect,” he breathed. “Just like that.” His voice broke on the last word as I swallowed him again, more confident now.

“You’re so big, I don’t know if I can take you inside me.” My grip faltered when he touched my hand.

“That’s not something we need to do.”

“But what if I want to? What if I need you in that way.”

“What if I neededyouin that way?” he asked back, as I twisted my fingers over the head of his cock.

“Me? Inside you? But you’re so…” Big, dominant, full of life and force, and I’m… me.

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