CHAPTER 24 #2
Without hesitation, I did as instructed, bending at the waist and putting my palms flat on the tile.
My cock thickened as I put myself on display for this man.
I wanted him to move up behind me, to take me in that wild way that kept me hanging precariously close to an orgasm strong enough to blow my head off my shoulders.
Knowing Brax was there, watching, only made it hotter.
If Zeke wasn’t prepared to fuck me, I hoped he would touch me, run his hands over my skin.
It would intensify the fire in my skin, but I didn’t care.
I could hear the water being displaced as Zeke showered. I didn’t move, my knees locked, my back straight. I was rewarded a short time later when Zeke’s soapy hands stroked over my back.
“You did good tonight, pretty boy.” His tone was soft, his words laced with what sounded like wonder.
“Thank you, Zeke.”
He washed me slowly, as though he had all the time in the world. My shoulders, my neck, my back. He disappeared only to return with more soap.
My breathing increased as I silently urged him to go lower, to run those callused palms over my abraded skin. The friction alone would make me see stars, but I needed that. In that moment, I needed him. Something to solidify the experience, to increase the connection I felt to him.
When his palms finally inched lower, down my spine, I held my breath. He paused momentarily at the lowest part of my back, and I squeezed my eyes closed. Hoping for more while preparing myself for the blistering heat to bloom on my skin.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out through clenched teeth when his hands finally shifted. “Holy shit.”
“It hurts.” It wasn’t a question.
“So fucking good,” I admitted.
His soapy hands wandered over my ass, down the backs of my legs. I groaned and hissed, letting the blessed warmth radiate throughout me. It was enough to make me light-headed, but I welcomed the sensation, relishing the fire blazing along my nerve endings.
I wanted him to fuck me, to fill my ass, to use me in the way only he could. I needed his brutal touch, the overwhelming way he controlled both my pleasure and his. He was driving me insane.
But Zeke didn’t fuck me. His hands continued to wander. Down my legs, my ankles, around to my calves. He washed me thoroughly, working his way back up, fisting my cock a few times but not offering relief.
“Stand up.”
When I did, his chest pressed against my back, his thighs brushing mine, his groin smashed against my ass.
He kept me steady on my feet with his strength and security.
I hissed again as the hair on his legs had fire licking every nerve ending.
Big arms wrapped around me as he washed my chest and my stomach.
His hips rocked against me, his cock trapped between our bodies.
“Zeke … oh, fuck … I need more.”
“I know you do,” he growled, his mouth close to my ear. “You need to feel my cock filling you.”
“Yes.” So fucking badly.
His big hand curled around my throat as he held me against him. He wasn’t cutting off my air, but there was no denying who was in charge here.
Zeke walked us backward until we were both under the spray, water cascading over me, rinsing the soap from my body. His mouth moved to my shoulder, and I hissed when he nipped me with his teeth. He didn’t stop, those stinging bites making my dick throb as he worked his way up my neck.
This man made me feel things I’d never felt before. Maybe not the sweet intensity I felt with Brax, but there was something about our connection. It was palpable, a living, breathing thing that had me hoping for more, wanting him to embrace whatever this was building between us.
Zeke held me tighter, his teeth nipping my skin, his breath warm against my shoulder. I could feel a soft rumble in his chest. He was as worked up as I was, but he was still holding back.
Ah, fuck. This was not what I expected. The pleasure coiled hot and fierce inside me. This man had never touched me like this. He was always so impersonal. This felt like more.
Once the soap was gone from my skin, Zeke spun me around and backed me up against the tile. I cried out as the rough pieces scraped against my ass. The pain ignited sparks in my eyes, small white flashes dancing there.
Zeke’s hand remained on my throat as he pinned me against the wall, his eyes fierce as he stared back at me. I couldn’t look away even as the pain morphed into something more intense.
When he leaned forward and crushed his mouth to mine, all thought fled.
The only things I was aware of were his lips, the brutal way he thrust his tongue into my mouth, his hand tightening, air becoming scarce.
Still, I kissed him, desperate and eager for this man.
I got the feeling I wasn’t kissing the Sadist. This was the man beneath it all.
While he was still in charge, still dominant in every right, he was seeking something from me. Acceptance? Desire?
I wanted to give it to him. Whatever he needed.
But I didn’t touch him, fearful he would stop touching me if I did. I settled for having his lips brutally crushing mine as he owned the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, oxygen seeped back into my lungs as I stared into those glittering black eyes. I thought he would be angry, the way he’d been after he kissed Brax.
Anger wasn’t staring back at me.
No. Something else. Something potent.
Something that I feared was going to bring me to my knees.