Page 36 of Blind Justice

Enzo lifted his gaze and gave a curt nod.

“Good boy. Place your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.” He waited for Enzo to comply before adding, “Since you can’t speak, drop both hands if you need to stop. Drop one if you need to slow down.”

Enzo grunted. He wouldn’t be using the signals. He’d yearned for this moment. From the minute he caught Duncan checking out his ass, he knew he had to have the FBI agent, even if it was the last thing he did before disappearing.

Duncan let loose with a rough groan when he shoved forward. Everything inside of Enzo tingled with anticipation and pleasure. He’d never been used like this before. He fucking loved it. The way this man commanded him flipped a naughty switch within Enzo, and he wanted more. Duncan was a fucking stallion, directing Enzo’s head where he wanted it while fucking his mouth in demanding thrusts. Duncan’s motions fast grew unhinged. Dangerous. It was as if the man hadn’t jerked off in months, and now, he was taking it out on Enzo. He moaned again, his ass clenching each time Duncan pumped his hips. If he had this type of control while using Enzo’s mouth, he couldn’t wait for Duncan to fuck him. He needed to feel Duncan’s cock breaching his hole.

Enzo wondered if he’d come on the first stroke just from the sheer size of the man’s dick. He imagined how it would feel to take one of Duncan’s loads bare, something he never did because he had to protect Bella. Images of them together swirled through his mind, but those ideas paled to the real thing. To hearing the straining sounds Duncan made as he fucked Enzo’s mouth as his personal sex toy. Enzo’s dick jerked again, and he groaned. He shouldn’t be getting off on the idea of Duncan using him like this, but fuck if it didn’t feel good.

Glancing up, Enzo was lost to the rapture painted across Duncan’s features. His cheeks were a light shade of pink as was his neck and the top of his chest. His eyes were heavy-lidded slits, and his lips were parted, allowing Enzo to glimpse how plump they were. Duncan groaned again, and his pace faltered.

“Fuck, when you look up at me with those big brown eyes of yours, you make me want to lose control.” Duncan grazed Enzo’s cheek with his thumb. “Swallow around me.”

He did as Duncan asked and tasted another blast of precum on his tongue. The man thickened impossibly so before telling Enzo to release him. His pace quickened then alternated between Enzo constricting his throat and flicking his tongue across the tip. Enzo’s palms itched to massage Duncan’s balls, but he didn’t move. They were locked into a spell Duncan had woven around them, a spell Enzo didn’t want to end.

“Fuck, Enzo. You got me on edge, boy. Today, I want you to try and swallow my cum. If you don’t like it, you can spit next time.” The frantic way he spoke gave away how close Duncan was.

Enzo nodded. He too was ready to explode the minute Duncan said he could, which didn’t make a lick of sense. He’d never held out on taking his pleasure. If the guy he was with nutted, it’d been all the permission Enzo needed to find his release. Now, however, with Duncan, he couldn’t help but do everything within his power to obey the man.

“Come when you’re ready, Enzo,” Duncan said, picking up his pace.

He pushed aside his pleasure, determined to watch the man standing above him use his mouth to get off. The man’s hips stuttered, and he slowed. Enzo took the opportunity to flick Duncan’s slit then ran his tongue across the sensitive patch of skin located underneath the head. Duncan groaned. His fingernails dug into Enzo’s scalp, and Enzo moaned, enjoying the bit of pain associated with his pleasure.

“Fuck, boy. Take it all. Don’t waste a drop.” Duncan groaned as he shoved as deep as he could go without hurting Enzo.

The first blast of his release startled Enzo, but by the second and third, he too was moaning through his release. His dick jerked and bucked without Enzo touching himself. It was amazing and erotic. However, what really got him going was drinking down Duncan’s release. The absolute pride on the man’s face along with his arousal spurred Enzo on until Duncan was pulling out slowly. Enzo slumped in the tub, his legs thrashed from kneeling for so long. On top of that, he felt so freaking relaxed he didn’t want to move.

Duncan held his hand out, and Enzo took it, knowing he’d fall if he tried to get up on his own. “Shit, Enzo. I think you sucked my brain out of the tip of my cock. My head feels empty.”

He grinned. “I think mine is too.”

The man chuckled. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I’m sure Bella and Omar will be back shortly.”

Shit. Bella. For a few seconds he’d only thought about himself. He waited for the guilt to assail him like it normally did, but instead he was content by what happened between him and Duncan. “Yeah, I’m starving too. I think that protein shake only whetted my appetite.”

Duncan laughed. “You’re absolutely crazy, you know that?”

“Guess you kind of have to be in my line of work,” Enzo replied. “Kind of like you, huh?”

Duncan placed Enzo under the shower and began washing him. “Yeah, something like that.” The sensation of having the man’s hands on him lulled Enzo while also building the arousal in his body. He felt loopy, as though he were a happy tired, which didn’t make sense. When Duncan stepped back, Enzo blinked.

The soft content smile on Duncan’s face surprised him. “You okay?”

Enzo inclined his chin. “I’m going out. Hopefully Bella ain’t here yet.” Not like they hadn’t talked about it. Bella, he thought anyway, wanted Duncan too. She wasn’t as up front as Enzo and usually took her cues from him. In some ways it was a good thing, but in others, like this, not so much. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. “That was fun, Master Duncan.”

The man chuckled. “I enjoyed it too, Enzo. Thank you.”

Exiting the bathroom, Enzo glanced into the living room and breathed a sigh of relief. He went straight to the closet to grab a set of clothes and proceeded to get dressed. The morning hadn’t started as he thought it would, but he didn’t care. If Duncan could trust Enzo enough to give him head, then they were gaining Duncan’s confidence a little bit at a time. He went back to their messy bed and sat on the edge. Now, however, there was another shadow cast over their situation. A blow job here and there would never satisfy Enzo. He needed to have every bit of Duncan, and with his realization, he worried maybe Bella wouldn’t want to join in. The idea of her not being there with him didn’t settle well with Enzo. They’d been together since they were fourteen. He hoped when he told her what happened she’d be okay with it, maybe even curious as well. If she was, then all bets were off.

A quick series of knocks came at the door followed by keys in the lock. It appeared he and Duncan finished at the right moment. Bella’s soft laugh filled the living room, and Enzo’s heart gave a heavy thump. He missed that sound, and he was a lucky son of a bitch to be graced by it. He only hoped he could continue to hear it, because he didn’t know what he’d do without his Bella.

Bella had beenawake before everyone. She needed out of the apartment for some air, just to get a hold of her thoughts. The pain of losing her mother coupled with not being at Iliana’s side devastated her, and the only person she could talk to about how she was feeling was Enzo. But, every time she did, the guilt hanging over her grew so thick she couldn’t breathe. She felt like she was taking from him and not giving back. Not once had he said a word about his father or how he was handling his grief.

Enzo internalized everything. His father was a bastard most times, and Enzo became the shield for her, her mother, and their little sister. Even when he’d been beaten the worst by his father, Enzo didn’t complain. Still, he had the right to grieve. Maybe not so much for his father, but for all the shit that happened to him. Isn’t that what Dr. Phil would say?

When she slipped out of bed, she found Duncan and Omar at the small table talking over coffee. Their hushed tones told her the conversation wasn’t for her to hear, and she got the message. She wasn’t a part of their team. She was a witness and a co-conspirator or willing participant or whatever the fuck. She could even be considered the Mexican version of Jack Kevorkian, but most especially, she was a persona non grata.

Yet, when they talked to her, all her worries disappeared, almost as if she had nothing to be afraid of to begin with. Getting out of the house had been exactly what she needed. The fresh air and feeling normal, even though it’d only been for an hour, did her soul good. She also planned to speak to Enzo about everything and make sure he knew he had the right to grieve too.

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