CHAPTER 38 #2
Once we were in the oversized master bathroom, I turned on the shower while Brax started stripping his clothes off. My eyes caught on the collar around his neck. I couldn’t help reaching for it when he started to move past me.
His emerald-green eyes lifted to meet mine. “I love you, Case.”
His admission caught me by surprise. Not that I hadn’t expected it or hadn’t heard it before. It was more that it sounded so sincere, as though he wanted to ensure I knew.
“I love you, too.” I gripped his hips and pulled him closer. “So fucking much.”
Brax leaned in and kissed me quickly. Before we could break apart, Zeke stepped into the room and cleared his throat.
Busted.
I looked over at the sexy Sadist, waiting for a reprimand. Since we weren’t doing what he’d instructed, I figured punishment was in order. I kind of hoped it was. Although without the dog mask for either of us.
“Hmm.” He took a step closer. “It looks to me like you’ve got too much time on your hands. Maybe I should put those hands to good use.”
Brax and I turned to face him.
“What’d you have in mind?” I asked.
“Let’s start with both of you stripping me. Then you can wash me and yourselves. After that, I want you on my bed. I think some mouth action is in order. I’ll watch you suck each other for a bit.”
His words alone had my cock rock hard in an instant.
Brax was the first to move over to him. He reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it. With Zeke’s help, we got him stripped down to nothing and then followed him into the shower.
We took our time cleaning him. Of course, there was some groping involved.
I might’ve teased him a little more than I should.
It had earned me a hard smack on my ass, which had only turned me on more.
Once we were cleaned, rinsed, and dried, I took Brax’s hand and led him into the bedroom.
Perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than was necessary.
“I want to feel your mouth on my dick,” I told Brax when he positioned himself over me, his cock above my face.
“Likewise,” he groaned when I reached for him, wrapping my lips around the swollen head.
Zeke joined us a few minutes later, openly ogling us as he walked around the bed. His hands moved over us as though he couldn’t resist touching.
I had no idea how much time passed while Brax and I sixty-nined one another, but it was a while.
During that time, I tried to focus, but it wasn’t easy.
Not when Brax’s wicked mouth was doing wonderful things to my dick.
It didn’t help when Zeke began finger-fucking my ass, either.
I knew he was doing the same to Brax, alternating between us until we were doing more moaning than sucking.
“Pretty boy, I want you on your hands and knees.”
Brax’s cock retreated from my mouth as he moved off of me. I quickly flipped over, tempted to grind my cock against the mattress to find a modicum of relief. I was so fucking hard I hurt, and I needed to be fucked.
“Cowboy, it’s your turn to be sandwiched between us.”
Brax moaned as though that was the best news ever.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Brax retrieving the lube and coating his dick before quickly kneeling behind me. When his cock brushed against my anus, I pushed back against him, urging him to fuck me.
“Patience, baby,” Brax crooned. “I promise, you’ll get what you need.”
“Yeah, but not soon enough,” I groaned. “I need you both now.”
Zeke’s voice sounded from behind me. “Let me watch you enter him.”
I knew he was talking to Brax, and I could feel at least three hands on me, which meant Zeke was close enough to touch.
I dropped my chest to the mattress and offered myself up to Brax when I felt the head of his cock push against my asshole. I held my breath, willing him to hurry. I didn’t want gentle, and I didn’t want easy. I wanted to be fucked. Hard. Rough.
Now.
“Oh, fuck,” Brax moaned as he pushed in slowly. “So fucking tight.”
“Keep going,” Zeke urged. “Deeper. He needs more of you.”
Brax followed Zeke’s command, pushing in all the way.
“Now pull out, slowly.”
Damn it.
Brax did as Zeke instructed.
“Again.”
“More,” I pleaded. “Harder.”
“Relax, pretty boy. A little torment never hurt anyone.”
I huffed a laugh. “Said the Sadist.”
The next few minutes passed just like that. Zeke instructing Brax to fuck me slow and easy. It was exquisite hell. Never enough.
I was just about to beg again when Zeke’s words sounded, his tone rough with what I assumed was lust. “Now fuck him, cowboy. Fuck him hard.”
Brax retreated, then slammed forward, burying himself in my ass. It felt so damn good. I held myself still, wanting to take the full brunt of every punishing thrust. He started out slow, but quickened his pace, driving in deep and hard, again and again.
I heard Brax’s rough breathing, and I peered back to see Zeke kissing him. Brax’s head turned to the side as Zeke thrust his tongue into his mouth.
“Fuck him, Brax,” Zeke whispered. “Give him what he needs, and then I’ll give you what you need.”
Brax moaned, as did I, when he began pounding into me. He wasn’t gentle, his fingertips biting into my hips. I rocked back against him, meeting every thrust until I was panting and gasping for air.
“Stop,” Zeke ordered. “But don’t pull out.”
Brax slammed into me, his cock lodged all the way to the hilt.
“My turn,” Zeke bellowed.
I turned my head again and noticed the mirror across the room. I could see the three of us perfectly. Me on my knees, Brax behind me, his pelvis against my ass, and Zeke behind him as he guided his cock into Brax.
It was an erotic sight, and I suddenly wished Zeke would record it so we could watch it later.
“Fuck, yeah,” Zeke moaned. “Your ass is strangling my dick.”
Brax whimpered, and I felt his cock pulse inside me. “Please, Zeke. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“Damn, but I like when you beg.”
I began to wiggle, trying to get the friction where I needed it most, but a big hand landed on my ass, effectively stilling me.
“My turn,” Zeke snarled.
I was happy to say Zeke took his turn. He began fucking Brax hard, his body jarring with every thrust. I watched in the mirror again, loving the way that we looked, all three of us together.
“Come on, pretty boy,” Zeke said. “Fuck him.”
I realized what Zeke wanted, so I began to rock forward and back, impaling myself on Brax’s cock while he remained crushed between us. The room erupted with Brax’s harsh breaths and his frequent moans and pleas.
“Fuck me,” Brax urged. “Christ. I’ve never felt anything this fucking good.”
I knew the feeling because I’d been there. Sex was exquisite, but being fucked by one man you loved while your dick was lodged inside another man you loved was likely the best feeling in the world.
“Oh, fuck … Zeke … I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it. Oh … shit. Please let me come.”
I increased my pace, chasing my own release as I fucked myself on Brax’s dick. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but it worked.
“Zeke!” I growled his name again and again.
“Are you ready to come, pretty boy?” His words were strangled, as though he was barely hanging on.
“Fuck yes. Zeke…” My gaze was locked on the mirror again, and I was so close. “Zeke, please … permission … oh, fuck.”
“Come for me,” Zeke shouted. “Oh … fuck … yes.”
Brax cried out, his cock pulsing in my ass as I continued to rock on him. A big hand fisted my cock, and I exploded instantly, not giving a shit that the sheets would have to be changed.
A few seconds later, the three of us fell onto the mattress, breaths exploding from our lungs as we lay there.
“So, I was thinking,” I said as my lungs fought for oxygen. “What do you say we record this sometime?”
Zeke chuckled. “Are you a porn star now?”
“No, but I could be.” I laughed and turned my head to look at them. “But only for the two of you.”
Brax smiled but turned his head back up to the ceiling. “Please don’t give the big guy any ideas.”
“No,” Zeke said. “I like it. Perhaps a live-action camera.” He laughed. “I can tie you both up in the basement and watch you while I’m at work.”
“Okay,” I said quickly. “Never mind. Bad idea. No cameras. Brax is right. Your torture ideas are already wicked enough.”
Zeke choked out a laugh. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I’m just getting started.”
The demonic laugh that followed told me he wasn’t lying, yet I found myself grinning from ear to ear.
I would take these two men any way I could have them as long as they loved me.
“Do your worst, Zeke,” I taunted.
“Trust me, pretty boy. I will. Over and over again.”
Brax groaned. “Damn it, Case. You know better than to taunt the beast.”
True. I did.
Didn’t mean I would ever stop.
Because this was right where the three of us were meant to be.