“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.
CHAPTER 15
Zeke
After sharing a meal on Monday night, I retreated to the living room to watch television. I had a thing for the legal dramas, although I wasn’t sure why that was. Most of the time, the characters irritated the shit out of me, but there was something about the legality of it all, the process and procedure perhaps, that kept me riveted to the screen. Sitting here, hanging out, mindlessly chilling, had become a thing for me and Tank. He would curl up beside me while I relaxed, unwinding from my day.
The pretty boy and the cowboy joined me, both sitting on the other sofa since Tank and I took up most of the space on this one. They sat together exactly as I’d expected them to. Their shoulders touched, and from time to time, they would absently touch the other when they spoke. Their affection for one another was palpable.