Page 17 of The Coldest Season


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I think about the first day when I was scared that he’d figure out I like men. It hadn’t even crossed my mind at the time that he could be gay or bisexual as well.

And why would it? Men as macho as him try to stay in the closet, I should know.

But now with the way he’s watching me, I know that this isn’t the first time he’s been with a man. No, the way his hand had glided over me… the way he’d licked my cum up. Like it’d been a while since he’d had such a treat.

There’s no doubt in my mind.

But it still doesn’t combat the slight nerves that I feel in my core as he draws closer.

I haven’t had sex in a long time. It’s not like I could invite anyone back to the little section of the streets I’d been inhabiting. And I don’t feel comfortable going home with strange people, especially men.

So, it’s been a long time.

Maximo’s clothes are still wet and when he stops right in front of me, his knees touching mine, I can feel the slick fabric against my skin.

“My pants,” he says. I have no doubt what he’s demanding.

My hands damn near tremble as I pop the button on his pants before working the zipper down.

You’re not a virgin, chill the fuck out Enzo, before he realizes you’re not worth the trouble.

But Maximo doesn’t say anything, remaining silent as he watches me work his pants down over his strong thighs to the floor.

His hard flesh pops free and I’m not surprised that he goes commando. Licking my lips, I take in his cock. It’s long and veiny, the head feverish. My mouth waters on its own violation.

“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to bust all over your face,” he says, voice low.

Yes.

But I can’t get the word out, my throat dry as I keep my gaze leveled on his hardness. After a moment, I swallow and look up at him. His dark eyes are blank, but I don’t miss the way the corner of his lips twitch. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks. He reaches forward, running his warm fingers under my chin. “Because you’re a slut aren’t you, Enzo?”

I don’t think I’ve ever had someone call me a slut. No, it implies a certain amount of submission and I’ve never been submissive in the bedroom, but suddenly I want to be.

With every fiber of my being.

I want to be Maximo’s slut, let him take over my body and pleasure, let him use my body to get off.

But still, I can’t muster the words.

It doesn’t seem to be a problem for Maximo though as his fingers tighten on my face. Hard enough to potentially leave a bruise. He leans forward until his face is right along mine and when he nuzzles his chin against my cheek, his stubble is rough.

I shiver as his soft lips move across my flesh, coming right to the corner of my mouth. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me he pulls away. I blink at him and he lets out a little chuckle and then he’s all over me.

A gasp leaves my lips as my breath is knocked out of me as I go crashing back against the firm bed. Maximo isn’t a heavy man, but the pressure of his weight feels just right as he straddles me. His dick bumps mine and my muscles tighten as I try to fight the exhilaration moving through me.

Again he’s watching me, like I’m an animal at the zoo.

If one of us is an animal though, it certainly isn’t me.

“I like you, soldier,” he says and there’s a certain bemusement to his tone that I find inquisitive. “It’s going to be so much fun ruining you.”

It’s the only warning I get before he thrusts his hips against mine.

“Fuck,” leaves my lips and I incline my hips up, but I don’t have to do much more as Maximo grabs our cocks, pulling them together.

The easy glide of his dick against mine has me ready to come in two strokes. My chest pumps up and down and I squeeze my eyes closed trying to hold off my orgasm.

“Nuh uh, Soldier, open your fucking eyes and watch me,” he orders.

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