My stepson

Levi’s pov.

I stood under the shower, letting the scalding water pound against my shoulders, trying to wash away the sticky mess still clinging to my skin from dinner. Enzo is insane. He’s fucking insane. Under the goddamn table with both our parents sitting right there—Mama laughing at one of Steve’s dad jokes, Steve reaching for the wine bottle—while Enzo’s hand had crept up my thigh like he owned it.

His fingers had found me already half-hard, squeezed the length of me through my chinos until pre-cum soaked through the fabric, until I had to choke back a gasp and pretend I’d swallowed wrong.

And me? Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I got even harder at the thought of something so despicable. The risk of it—the sheer wrongness—had lit me up like gasoline on a match.

My cock had throbbed in his palm while Mama asked if the food was too spicy, while Steve nodded approvingly at whatever bullshit Enzo was saying about his internship. I’d sat there leaking for my stepbrother, thighs trembling, fighting not to rock into his touch like some desperate slut.

“Oh fuck…”

A groan slipped out before I could stop it. I looked down and realized my hand was already wrapped around my cock, stroking slow and tight under the spray. Fuck. I really need to leave this house. Enzo is burrowing way too deep into my head. I can’t even think straight anymore.

I tightened my grip, gasping as the water sluiced over my knuckles. My other hand slapped flat against the tiled wall for balance.

“Shit—” The word cracked out louder than I meant. I bit my lip hard, tasting copper, but my hips kept snapping forward anyway, fucking into my hand like it was his grip.

My breath hitched. Thumb swiped rough over the head, spreading the slit open, and I choked on a curse. My knees wanted to buckle. I pressed my forehead to the cool tile, panting, hips snapping into the tight circle of my hand like I could fuck the guilt right out of myself.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

Just a little while longer, after mama’s honeymoon, I’m leaving here. Not staying a fucking minutes. It’s already bad enough that she gave her whole life for me and now, I’m about to take the one thing that gives her happiness.

******

A low, broken groan tore from my throat as pleasure slammed through me like a live current. Something hot and slick enveloped the head of my cock—wet, insistent, pulling me under before I was even fully awake.

I forced my eyes open, heart slamming against my ribs. My hand fumbled for the blanket and yanked it down in one rough motion.

Enzo.

His dark head was between my thighs, lips stretched wide around me, throat working as he took me deeper than should’ve been possible. My hips bucked without permission, shoving forward until I felt the tight flutter of his throat constrict around the head. A choked gasp ripped out of me—half shock, half pure, filthy need.

“Oh fuck—”

My head dropped back against the pillow with a dull thud. The room spun. Every nerve ending lit up at once.

“Fuck… fuck…”

He didn’t pause. Didn’t give me time to process. Just hummed around the thick length filling his mouth, the vibration traveling straight down my shaft and into my balls. One large hand clamped down on my hip, pinning me to the mattress while the other wrapped around the base, stroking what his throat couldn’t reach yet—slow, deliberate twists that made my toes curl.

“What the fuck are you—?”

The question died as my hips punched forward, shoving deeper into Enzo’s throat before I could finish. He moaned around me—low, greedy, the sound vibrating straight to my balls.

He pulled off with a filthy pop, lips swollen, spit shining on his chin. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said, casual as hell, hand already stroking me slow and tight. “Kept thinking about you clenching under the table at dinner.”

I tried to speak. “Enzo—we can’t—”

He didn’t let me finish.

One hand clamped behind my left knee, yanking it up and out in a single rough motion. The other caught my right leg just as fast. He folded me open—thighs spread wide, ass lifted off the mattress, completely exposed. Cool air kissed the damp skin between my cheeks and I shivered hard, a full-body jolt that made my cock jump in his grip.

He didn’t give me time to process the vulnerability.

His head dropped.

The first hot, flat swipe of his tongue over my hole made my spine arch off the bed. A loud, broken moan ripped out of me before I could stop it—too raw, too desperate. I slapped a hand over my mouth, biting into my palm to muffle the sound.

No teasing, no mercy. Just filthy, steady fucking with his tongue while his fist kept pumping my cock in perfect rhythm.

“Enzo—fuck— slow down…”

He hummed against my hole, the vibration making my thighs shake. Tongue curled, plunged deeper. Hand twisted on the upstroke, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head.

I was gone.

Back arching, hips grinding down onto his face, chasing it. Needy. Shameless.

“Come,” he growled against me, voice wrecked. “Right on my tongue, fratellino. Let me taste how bad you want this.”