PROLOGUE #2
Figuring some asshole had snuck his girl into the men’s showers, I decided to take a look.
While this was a kink club and there wasn’t much they didn’t allow, it was against club rules for women to be in the men’s locker rooms and vice versa.
They had the use of two entire floors; no sense for them to be in here.
As I moved down the rows of tile-walled shower stalls, the sounds grew louder.
“Fuck, yes. Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”
“Trust me, I don’t plan to.”
Okay, so neither of those voices was female.
I continued on until I came to the very end.
The grunts and groans were coming from the other side of the plastic curtain, and it didn’t take long to realize there wasn’t a female in there.
If there was, she was being damn quiet. And based on how verbal they were being, she would be a waste of breath and space.
They clearly didn’t need a woman to take care of them.
Since there was no rule against men fraternizing in the showers, I started to turn and go.
“Harder, Brax. Fuck me harder. I need … more.”
I stopped midstride, my spine straightening.
There was only one Brax who was a member of this club. Braxton McBride, the masochist I’d come to think of as the cowboy.
“Did he hurt you?” the cowboy asked.
And if that was the cowboy, there was only one other man who would be in there with him. Case Rhinehart. The pretty boy I’d beat on earlier.
“Yes. And it was so fucking good. But I need to come. Fuck, Brax. Make me come.”
On the other side of that curtain, the cowboy and the pretty boy were releasing some pent-up energy. And the man who hurt him so fucking good was me. My ego liked that he’d admitted it.
I should’ve continued walking. It would’ve made more sense. I had no business fucking with either of them. While I couldn’t deny I’d had a few raunchy fantasies about beating on them, I knew better.
But walking away wasn’t an option. That wasn’t the sort of man I was.
I knew what these two were looking for, and I knew for damn sure they wouldn’t find it in each other.
I couldn’t care less if they fucked each other senseless.
Sometimes, it was necessary to take the edge off.
In the same sense, they would walk out of that shower still needing what the other wasn’t capable of giving.
Slowly walking backward those few steps, I reached for the curtain and yanked it back, the metal rings screeching along the metal bar.
Both men’s eyes flew up to me as my brain registered the scene before me: the pretty boy bent over, hands on the wall, while the cowboy stood behind him, his cock lodged to the hilt in the pretty boy’s ass, his hands gripping his hips firmly.
I wouldn’t be thinking of the pretty boy as Case or the cowboy as Brax. As far as I was concerned, they were fuck toys with no names.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I spread my feet wide, squared off, and stared at them. “Don’t stop.” I ensured they heard the command in my tone.
Neither man moved.
“Unless you intend to use your safe word? Is that the case, pretty boy?”
“No, Zeke,” the pretty boy ground out, his voice edged with lust.
“Cowboy? You gonna pussy out?”
“No, Zeke.” Emerald-green eyes remained locked on my face.
“I didn’t give you permission to look at me,” I barked, and both men’s eyes instantly shot elsewhere.
“Use your safe word or fuck him,” I growled.
The cowboy swallowed hard, but he shifted his hips, driving into the pretty boy once more. The pretty boy moaned, his head dropping between his outstretched arms. I could see his cock, thick and long, hard and eager, between his legs.
Fuck if that didn’t turn me on in a way I didn’t expect. A vision of them fucking each other senseless in my living room shot through my brain. I could certainly get used to that.
Truth be told, I’d never considered what it would be like to have more than one fuck toy at a time. Perhaps that was what I needed. Maybe two of them could handle one of me. The odds were certainly in my favor.
“Harder,” I commanded. “Fuck him like you need him, cowboy.”
I noticed the shiver that racked the cowboy’s deliciously naked form as he did as I instructed. His muscles flexed, his abs rolling as he leaned over and drilled his boyfriend from behind.
“Oh, fuck,” the pretty boy moaned, his hips driving back against his lover.
I didn’t move from where I stood. I had no intention of helping them along. Just having me standing here was more than they deserved.
“You better ask permission before you come. Both of you.”
Those words alone drew long, desperate moans from both of them. I fucking liked that response.
The pretty boy continued to grunt and groan while the cowboy’s hips picked up speed.
Having me here was intensifying their need, pushing them closer to release.
They continued for several minutes, and I was rather impressed.
They had decent stamina, something that was required to keep up with me. I could work with that.
Hmm. Perhaps there was something to taking them in pairs. And it was clear these two were already acquainted with one another.
“Oh, fuck,” the pretty boy yelled. “Oh, fuck … Zeke … Fuck. May I come, Zeke?”
Just hearing the plea in his tone made my cock swell.
“No, you may not.”
The pretty boy groaned, his disappointment evident. He was so close. I wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out, but I was curious to find out.
The cowboy’s fingers dug into the pretty boy’s muscular hips as he drove forward, retreated, slammed forward again and again. I noticed he was bareback, which meant these two were close. Obviously, there was a certain level of trust between them. I liked that, too.
The cowboy was enjoying having his dick buried in the pretty boy’s ass if his grunts were any indication.
“Stop!” I bellowed.
The cowboy instantly stopped jerking the pretty boy to him as he filled him one last time.
“Turn and face me. Both of you,” I commanded.
After pulling out of the pretty boy’s ass, the cowboy turned. He stood tall, his legs shaking, those dark green eyes wild.
“Jack off for me. And you do have permission to come. But you’ve only got fifteen seconds to do it.”
They didn’t need fifteen seconds. Their hands had barely wrapped around their own shafts when they exploded. I was tempted to make them lick their jizz up off the floor. Had we been at my house, I would have. After all, humiliation was my specialty.
I didn’t have to remind them they weren’t allowed to look at me. Their eyes remained obediently down on the floor.
“What do you say?” I asked.
They both spoke at once. “Thank you, Zeke.”
It was my turn to swallow hard as I stared at them. I’d gotten to know these two a little in recent weeks. I knew for a fact they could fuck each other ten times a day and they’d never find what they were looking for.
The sex alone would never be enough.
I could only hope they could handle what I had in store for them, because for the first time in my life, I was pretty damn sure I’d found exactly what I needed.
Now we would have to see how long it would last.