Pushing his fingers through his hair, cradling the back of his head, Mitch devoured his mouth. His tongue pushed in, parted his lips and Enrico moaned around it.
Mitch was so hard. When he let Enrico go to let them get some air into their lungs, he felt such a painful need. Enrico's hazel eyes were sinking into his. He could see how worked up Mitch was.
"I know what to do," Enrico said, his voice low and suggestive, his fingertips teasing through Mitch's beard.
Enrico's hand slid down over his chest, over his abs to his belt buckle. He was undoing it and then unzipping Mitch's fly. While Mitch was still in a daze, Enrico was sliding down his body and dropping down to his knees.
Mitch felt Enrico's grip on his hips, his warm breath ghosting over him, and he groaned. Just that was enough to remind him this was happening. This was real.
No. Mitch couldn't let him.
With a quick movement, Mitch pulled him up then spun him around. There was a long pause—just breathing and Enrico looking hurt. Then Mitch pushed him up against the wall.
What was he doing? Mitch hardly knew. His head was swimming. He was reeling, unbalanced from how Enrico made him feel. He was an irresistible force pulling Mitch down.
The tipping point reached then passed, Mitch was falling to his knees, tearing Enrico's fly open. Enrico's boxers came down, yanked down by his rough grip. His cock standing up, exposed and ready, Enrico cursed and moaned.
The sight of him like that was irresistible. Mitch had to have him.
A sharp intake of breath then a shudder passed through Enrico's lithe body, as Mitch took him in his mouth. Sliding hard and hot over his tongue, Enrico was incredible. He tasted like heat, like need, like sex.
Mitch was losing it. His arousal was now unbearable. His blood screamed through his veins each time he took Enrico deeper each time. Mitch never imagined sucking off a guy could turn him on so much.
He needed to come so bad it was killing him. But he was more driven to make Enrico come. Nothing mattered to Mitch until he had his come spilling down his throat. That was what he longed for and that's what Enrico gave him.
Mitch moaned, swallowing, cleaning up every last drop while his head was filled with the sound of Enrico's gasps and moans.
Sitting back on his heels, Mitch was in a haze of unbearable arousal, licking his lips, still tasting Enrico. With no conscious thought guiding it, Mitch's hand was reaching down for his own cock.
Enrico wasn't having it. "No way. You cut in line already. That's rightfully mine." He spoke in a rough voice while his chest heaved, and the look in his eyes said that he would not be denied.
While Mitch looked up at him with naked desire, Enrico pulled him to his feet then pushed him toward the stairs. He made Mitch sit on the second step. Settling between his knees, he took Mitch's cock in a firm grip and leaned down over it.
"I won't last," Mitch warned him with a growl. He was embarrassed to say it, but he knew he would lose it fast. When he felt Enrico's mouth tight and wet around his cock, he was even more sure of it.
The feeling of heat and suction was incredible and a moan rumbled through him. Responding to the sound, Enrico gripped his muscular thighs for support then sucked harder and faster.
Raking his fingers over Enrico's back, Mitch grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in his hands and cursed. What was Enrico doing to him? A blowjob never felt like this. He was losing his mind, but he held on. Mitch didn't want this feeling to ever end.
Then Enrico was moaning around his cock and taking it deep, and Mitch was coming. He shuddered through his orgasm, Enrico's name loud on his lips. Eyes locked on him, Mitch watched him swallow and the sight of it could have made him come all over again.
Next thing he knew Enrico was launching himself at him for a moaning kiss. The kiss slowed, turned lazy and sweet, and Mitch had such a satisfied feeling. He smoothed his hands down Enrico's back and sighed against the side of his neck.
Coming back to himself, Mitch realized he still had tools to gather up in the basement, but he could barely pull himself together. He felt disoriented, and he didn't dare look at Enrico, or he wasn't sure that he wouldn't do something crazy again. Then he got a text and fumbled with his phone while Enrico looked at him questioningly.
"It's Lara. Baking time is over," Mitch let him know as he pulled his clothes into place. "I'm going to go get Sammy."
Enrico looked around the basement. "I could clean up in here, knock down some cobwebs then maybe Sammy won't be so scared of this place."
"I guess it should be cleaned up," Mitch said, still ill at ease around him but also touched that Enrico was always thinking of Sammy.
The short drive to Lara's gave Mitch a chance to settle down. Then Sammy was in her car seat and chattering excitedly about the baking they did. She had with her a precious Tupperware box with three beautiful cupcakes and proudly announced that she helped make them. "Gloria's mom showed us how to make chocolate curls, but only grown-ups are allowed to do them."
Once they arrived at the house, she was freed from her car seat and off like a shot. "I love cupcakes more than everything!" she announced breathlessly as she ran in ahead of Mitch.
"What about your dad?" Enrico asked her while bringing up a trash bag of debris from the basement.
"I like him too," Sammy said while looking up at Mitch with a smile, but then she was off again. "I have to tell Natalie and Veronica about the cupcakes."
