CHAPTER 14 #2
Unless he was barking orders or humiliation, Zeke wasn’t the sort to speak.
Certainly not to lay praise for what we were doing to him.
It was definitely interesting to see him in his everyday life.
I’d been limited to seeing him in the club, and he had a persona he upheld there.
At home, he was more relaxed. The man wasn’t one-dimensional like a lot of people believed.
“Take more of me, cowboy. See what it feels like for my dick to be in your throat. Because that’s where I’ll be in a minute.”
Brax’s moans intensified as I continued to lick his ass while he sucked Zeke’s cock like a pro. I had no idea how much time passed, but I focused my attention on pleasing Brax, giving him what he needed.
“Pretty boy, take the condom and lube. Prepare his ass for your dick.”
I lifted my head to see Zeke set the two items on the edge of his desk.
Within seconds, I was sheathed and lubed, ready for Zeke’s next command.
I waited, knowing I had to have his permission before I fucked the man I loved.
Some people would’ve thought that made me a pussy, but I preferred the instruction.
I liked knowing that Zeke owned me and Brax.
I also liked knowing that someone was likely watching everything we were doing.
Since there was a building directly across the way and no shades covering the windows in Zeke’s office, anyone could have their own personal show if they chose.
Maybe someone was taking a coffee break, watching as I prepared to fuck Brax.
“All right, pretty boy. Do your worst.” Zeke’s hand tightened in Brax’s hair. “Don’t you move, cowboy. And watch those damn teeth.”
Brax moaned as though agreeing. I lined up my cock with his asshole before pushing in slowly, gently. His muscles tightened around me, squeezing hard enough to draw a ragged moan from me. It was fucking perfect.
“You like that, cowboy? You like when he treats you like you’re made of glass? The way he inches his cock inside you as though you’ll break?”
Brax moaned around Zeke’s dick, but I had no idea what that meant.
“Fuck him,” Zeke ordered, his black eyes pinned on me. “I know you’ve ached to get inside him since I purposely kept you apart. Show him how much you missed him.”
Those words stirred something inside me. I gripped Brax’s hips and slammed into him. He moaned again, pressing back when I thrust forward.
It felt fucking good to be inside Brax. Familiar. Like coming home. I had missed him this weekend, although we’d been under the same roof. Having to keep my hands to myself was pure torture, another technique of Zeke’s, I was sure. But this … being inside this man soothed something in my soul.
“That’s better. Fuck him like the toy he is.”
The hardwood had long ago bruised my knees, but I ignored the pain as I slammed into Brax, loving the way his asshole squeezed me. While I ruthlessly fucked him, Zeke lifted Brax’s head by tangling his fist in his hair.
“You like that, cowboy?”
“Yes, Zeke.” He grunted as I slammed into him. “I like it.”
“Does he fuck you better than I do?”
“No, Zeke.”
That had me slamming into Brax harder. I knew exactly what Zeke was doing, and it worked the way he intended.
The thought of not being able to satisfy Brax didn’t sit well with me.
And the logical side of my brain knew Brax didn’t necessarily mean what he said, but that didn’t stop me from fucking him harder, owning him.
“He doesn’t need a sissy fucking him,” Zeke growled. “He needs a man, pretty boy. Fucking own his ass.”
Ah, Christ.
Zeke knew what he was doing to me.
“Fuck,” I growled as I pummeled Brax’s ass, slamming my hips forward, lodging my cock to the hilt before retreating.
My fingertips buried in his flesh as I held him still.
Over and over, I fucked him as hard and as deep as I could.
“Oh, God. Zeke.” I groaned as my gaze shot up to Zeke’s face. “May I have your permission to come?”
“No,” he barked. “Not until the cowboy is satisfied.”
Brax was moaning in earnest now, taking every punishing thrust.
“Do you want him to come, cowboy?”
“Yes!” Brax yelled as he jerked his mouth off the thick head of Zeke’s cock.
“Tell him,” Zeke ordered.
“Come in my ass, Case.” He pushed back against me again. “Fucking come inside me.”
I held Zeke’s gaze, waiting for his permission.
“Come, pretty boy,” he finally said, the rough edge in his voice the catalyst, triggering my orgasm. I groaned long and low as I held Brax’s hips in my hands, my cock jerking endlessly inside him.
“Dispose of the condom, then I want you on your back, your head between the cowboy’s legs. You’re gonna suck him while I fuck his throat.”
I quickly removed the rubber and tied it off before depositing it in the trash can. A minute later, I was on my back while Brax straddled my face. He buried his cock in my mouth, still kneeling before Zeke as the big man stood up.
From my vantage point on the floor, I could see Zeke’s cock as it slid into Brax’s mouth. The sight alone had me moaning.
“Now be a good fuck toy,” Zeke told Brax. “You’re gonna take all of me. The second I come, you have permission to do the same.”
I worked Brax’s cock while I watched Zeke face-fuck my boyfriend. He wasn’t gentle, but Brax didn’t seem to mind. He gagged a few times, but never did he try to get away as Zeke drove past his lips again and again.
“Oh, yeah. Swallow. Let me feel that throat work.” Zeke grunted several times, clearly pleased by Brax.
Using my hand, I worked Brax’s cock in tandem with my mouth. I could feel him pulsing. He was close. So close. I briefly wondered if he would come before Zeke, but he never did.
“Good boy,” Zeke ground out, his hips driving forward. “Just. Like. That. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna come down your throat.” A dull roar signaled Zeke’s release, and a second later, Brax filled my mouth. I swallowed him down as I held on to his cock.
For whatever reason, I felt closer to Brax in that moment. Despite the fact I could’ve been anyone giving him a blow job, I got the feeling it had settled him, too, knowing that I was there. Or at least, I hoped that was the case.
“Now both of you go get cleaned up,” Zeke said as he tucked his cock back into his pants. “After that, we’ll grab a bite to eat.”
“Thank you, Zeke, for allowing me to suck your cock,” Brax said as he got to his feet.
Zeke’s dark gaze slammed into Brax’s face. It was evident he was surprised by the words. I hadn’t expected them either, and the submission I heard in them hit me in a way I didn’t expect.
It had me wondering for the first time whether or not my boyfriend was developing feelings for Zeke.
Feelings I wasn’t sure I could compete with.