Nothing Above You

Twenty five

Mateo Delacruz

A shaky breath leaves my mouth before my hands make their way to Enzo's neck and pull him in a kiss.

The moment our lips collide, I feel my inside burning and tingling. Enzo doesn't wait a second to kiss me back, his hands immediately making their way to my face and holding my cheeks gently. I feel him caress my cheeks as he pulls my bottom lip gently before sucking it and nibbling at it lightly.

"Mateo." He huffs my name as he exhales roughly against my lips sending warm shivers down my body. His nose brushes against my nose and some of his hair strands fall on my forehead. My name rolling off his tongue like this makes me want to wrap my legs around him and kiss him endlessly. I can never get tired of listening my name falling out of his lips.

"You have no idea what I am feeling right now." His hoarse voice tingles on my skin and when I look up to meet his eyes, I see the hell gone wild behind his caramel eyes.

Lust. Need and desire.

I gulp and suddenly I'm in the air and on the shelf. In a second, my lips are being devoured by him as he pushes his body into mine eagerly. He pulls me closer by grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him, wanting to feel every inch of my body. He does all of this in such a short amount of time as if he was afraid that I was going to disappear any second.

His hands rub against my thighs as he pushes his tongue against my lips wanting to taste my mouth. I give him what he wants and open my mouth. The moment my lips part, his tongue slides in, moving in every corner of my mouth. Wanting to get an upper hand, I lick his tongue and god, I felt so much powerful by the way he acted. A deep growl leaves his throat but he doesn't pull his tongue out of my mouth, instead, he does the same thing. His tongue plays with mine, and I feel like my brain is melting.

Our tongues colliding, our bodies tangled, we both shaking from the lack of breath, everything was just so much prefect for me and we both were too afraid to let go of each other because we knew how this was going to end.

We both didn't care if someone was going to walk in the kitchen. Yes, I do remember that we are in the kitchen and Leo and Anthony are sitting in the living room but he was the only thing on my mind.

I wanted him.

His hand grabs my thigh and squeezes it while his other hand grabs my hair and plays with them. My eyes roll back because it feels so good. He feels so good.

I throw my arms over his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and wrapping my legs around his torso. A moan leaves my mouth when I feel his dick press between my legs. He was hard, Hard. And so was I.

He pulls my hair back with a growl as he makes me look at him. "fanculo Mateo. (fuck Mateo)" His eyes look deeply into mine as his lips linger over mine.

"fanculo a me. (Fuck me)" I shamelessly whisper as I hold his face and press a kiss on his lips before pulling back. He looks at me in awe with a gentle expression before his eyes darken into a deep shade of brown. "You really have no idea what you're doing." He smiles and bites my lower lip.

"Ti avrò sotto di me mentre implori di più. (I'll have you under me while you beg for more)" His deep voice makes my heart skip a beat and I look at him with wide eyes. A chuckle leaves his mouth and he grabs my hand before bringing it to his lips. "Don't worry, pretty boy. I will try to make it less painful." He says in a teasing voice as he places a kiss on my hand and winks. Then he leans in to place a soft kiss.

I hear a shuffle in the background before a door opens and closes. My mind goes back to Anthony and Leo. The saddened expression of Anthony clouds my mind and I feel my stomach churning.