Page 4 of Their Ruthless Sadist

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.