CHAPTER 25
Zeke
I couldn’t explain what was going through my head as I kissed the pretty boy.
I wanted him with a ferocity I hadn’t experienced in a damn long time.
I thought back to the scene at the club, my mind automatically drawing on the memory of Jane walking the pretty boy away to an aftercare room.
For the first time, I had felt as though I should’ve been the one caring for him.
And now, as I feasted on his mouth, the warmth of his body lured me closer. I couldn’t stop myself. Even knowing the cowboy was kneeling feet away, I didn’t want to stop. It was insanity in its purest form.
But I did have to stop myself. I couldn’t allow this to go too far.
Pulling back, I took a deep breath, then shut off the water. I grabbed a towel, pretending the pretty boy wasn’t standing there staring at me with wild eyes and swollen lips. My cock was so damn hard, yet for some reason, I wanted more than a quick fuck.
After drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the mirror over the sink.
“Both of you can go to the bedroom,” I said absently, refusing to make eye contact with either one of them.
When they left me in peace, I grabbed my toothbrush and went through the motions.
I stared at myself, trying to figure out what was different.
The past week had been phenomenal. Aside from the minor setback with the cowboy, I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself.
And even that … the way the cowboy had admitted he was jealous…
That hadn’t been so bad. It was my reaction to the situation that threw me.
I didn’t want to get close to them, because once I did, once I made the mistake of wanting more, they would be gone.
After rinsing my mouth, I shook my head and glared at the man staring back at me.
I wouldn’t want more. That was all there was to it.
I had to move forward the way we had been.
I didn’t necessarily have to toss them to the curb to maintain my control, either.
We could simply enjoy this for as long as it lasted.
I glanced down to see that my cock was tenting the towel. It needed some attention, and it was no longer waiting. I freed my cock from its cotton cavern, tossing the towel over the rack before I headed toward the bedroom.
The cowboy was still kneeling on the floor, his eyes following me as I walked.
He had yet to say a word, and I had to admit, I was rather impressed with how he was handling this.
Only one more day to go before he could get back to his normal life.
Admittedly, I couldn’t wait for that to happen because I had a few things in mind for him.
Things that wouldn’t require him to play dress-up or eat out of a bowl on the floor.
“Come here, pretty boy,” I commanded, ensuring the edge in my voice was pure steel. “Get on the bed. Facedown.” I stood beside the bed and motioned toward my cock. “Head over here.”
The pretty boy did as instructed, moving into place until his head hung over the edge of the bed, his big body sprawled across the mattress.
“Put your mouth on my dick.” I glanced at the cowboy. “You’re welcome to move over to this side of the room if you’d like a better view.”
Without a word, the cowboy crawled over near us, kneeling so that he could watch his boyfriend deep-throat my dick.
Damn, but the man was good at that. His lips circled the head, his tongue stroking leisurely at first. When I placed my hands over his head and pulled him down while thrusting my hips upward, he groaned, the vibrations going straight to my balls.
I did enjoy using his mouth. I would have to take advantage of the cowboy the same way once he was finished with his punishment.
I’d been thinking about all the things I intended to do to him when he wasn’t wearing that fucking costume.
Needless to say, the cowboy was in for a treat.
I respected his courage, and I intended to reward him for it.
Eventually.
My eyes darted down the pretty boy’s long body, coming to rest on his ass.
The marks were still there, bruises now appearing where the cane had brutally smacked him.
I’d been surprised in the shower when he had wanted me to hurt him more.
It wasn’t the usual response. Not that I’d seen anyway.
However, the pretty boy wasn’t a usual man.
He sought pain for whatever reason. I hadn’t figured out whether it was a coping mechanism or merely some deep-seated perversion.
I found myself oddly curious as to how it came about, but it was a question I knew I couldn’t ask.
I pulled my cock from between the pretty boy’s lips and took one step back.
“Turn over.”
His eyes lifted to mine, but he did as I asked, flipping onto his back.
He hissed when his ass came in contact with the blanket.
I placed my hands on his chin and tilted his head all the way back until it was hanging over the edge.
Without preamble, I shoved my cock in his mouth.
This allowed me a little more leverage while he could do nothing more than open wide.
“Suck me,” I growled as I held his head still by cradling his face. “Let me feel that throat work the head of my cock.”
I tugged on his neck, forcing him to lean over the side so I had a better angle.
I pushed in as far as I could, held myself there until the pretty boy’s throat began working hard.
He gagged and I retreated, but I didn’t wait long before shoving in deep again.
I growled low in my throat when my cock pushed in deep.
Fuck, Case. It feels so good.
I shook off the thought. I couldn’t think about him by name. It wouldn’t suit my purpose.
The pretty boy held still, allowing me to use his mouth for my pleasure.
I couldn’t help myself, fucking him firmly as the suction of his lips worked me over good.
I allowed several minutes to pass as I kept him immobile with only my hands on his neck.
When that telltale tingle started in my spine, I pulled back.
“Move up on the pillows,” I instructed. “And stay on your back.”
While this wasn’t my first choice in position, I wanted to ensure he felt the sting for as long as possible. His ass would rub against the blankets, which, in turn, would heighten the sensation for him.
After retrieving the lube from the nightstand, I joined him on the bed. I easily shifted between his legs, positioning him exactly as I wanted. I wasn’t gentle, but I doubted he expected me to be.
I watched his face while his gaze was trapped on my hands stroking my cock, lubing myself up. He never looked away, and my attention trailed down between his legs as I guided my cock to his asshole.
“Pull your knees up to your chest.”
The pretty boy moaned softly when I inched closer, my thighs brushing the abused, reddened skin on his backside. I should’ve taken pictures, something to look back on in the future, because damn, it was a nice sight.
“Look at me, pretty boy.”
His eyes flew up to my face, the light green irises glittering with heat.
“You like when I fuck you.” It wasn’t a question. I didn’t have to ask; I already knew.
“Yes, Zeke.” The pretty boy grunted when I pushed my cock in deep. His ass was tight, gripping me firmly, dragging out a long exhale as the heat consumed me.
“I like fucking you, too,” I admitted as I leaned over him, placing my hands on both sides of his head.
“The way your ass strangles my cock, trying to take more of me. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
” I held his stare for a moment. “I’m gonna give you all of me.
And when I come, you have permission to come. But not until then.”
“Yes, Zeke.” His eyes softened, and for a brief moment, I swore I saw more than lust looking back at me.
I tried to shake it off, but I was trapped in his gaze.
I thrust my hips forward, then retreated slowly, allowing my cock to drag along all those sensitive nerve endings.
When only the head remained lodged inside him, I slammed forward again.
I repeated the slow drag once more. I fucked him just like that, maintaining a steady rhythm as the scalding heat consumed me.
The pretty boy’s jaw clenched, the muscle flexing as he held back while I impaled him again and again.
I allowed the pace to quicken, the thrusts to become more forceful until I couldn’t restrain myself any longer.
I fucked him hard, driving him into the mattress as I angled my hips for the best penetration.
Sweat coated my skin as my orgasm neared, but I still held out.
It wasn’t until I curled my arms behind his knees and held him firmly beneath me that I let loose.
He took every punishing thrust, grunting, groaning, his eyes pleading for me to send him over the edge.
“I’m gonna come in your ass, pretty boy,” I growled, my mouth close to his. “And when I do, you’re gonna thank me for it.”
“Yes … Zeke.” His breaths sawed in and out of his lungs, our hearts pounding in time with the driving force of my hips.
When my release barreled down on me, I impaled him one last time, keeping my eyes locked with his as my cock pulsed deep inside him. A dull roar escaped me, but he took every drop before he fisted his cock and came all over his chest. I watched, mesmerized by the sight.
I wasn’t sure what made me do it, but I released his legs, then leaned down and licked the cum from his chest. The pretty boy inhaled sharply, his hands suddenly on my shoulders. He wasn’t pushing me away, and it sent a chill down my spine.
“Thank you, Zeke,” he whispered hoarsely.
I lifted my head one last time, wondering what the hell was coming over me. Although I knew I was moving in a very dangerous direction with these two, I couldn’t seem to help myself.