Page 70 of Their Ruthless Sadist

I spent a few minutes torturing him with my lips and tongue. I never deep-throated him, didn’t suck vigorously, merely teased. The longer I spent with my mouth on the pretty boy’s dick, the louder the sounds in the kitchen became. Pots and pans clanging, silverware being dropped onto the counter. The cowboy didn’t appreciate my tactics.

Which meant it was time to turn it up another notch.

Brax (the cowboy)

I couldn’t fucking believe that Zeke was sucking Case’s dick right there in front of me.

He had teased me with that damn prostate massager all fucking day, made me stroke my dick during the ride home, then banished me to the kitchen so I could cook their fucking dinner.

I had half a mind to walk right out the front door and never look back.

And I would have if I didn’t feel guilty about my stupid reactions to him. Ever since yesterday morning when I’d overheard Zeke and Case in Zeke’s bedroom, I’d been in a state of chaos. My emotions were all over the map. I was hurt by the fact that Case admitted he wanted Zeke to own him. I was angry with Zeke because he hadn’t confronted me that way, never gave me the chance to offer myself up like that.

It made no sense.

I’d known what this was when I agreed to it. Zeke didn’t want strings, and I was supposed to respect that. I knew he was simply fucking with us. He didn’t own us. Not for the long term anyway. Which meant I had overreacted to what I’d witnessed.

It would’ve been easy to simply lay it all out there for Zeke, to tell him how I felt. He could decide where to go from there. More than likely, he would make me feel like a jackass, and then we could move on with our lives.

Except, I didn’t want to risk Zeke throwing us out on our asses. Not because we didn’t have somewhere to go. That could be easily rectified, even if it meant staying in a hotel in the interim. The truth was, I didn’t want to leave. For me. For Case. For Zeke. I wanted to explore this. To have the experience, if nothing else. We were just getting started, and here I was about to ruin everything.

So, rather than talk, I had bottled it up. My anger would dissipate eventually. It always did.

Only now, watching Zeke suck Case’s dick wasn’t helping in the least. I wanted my dick to be in Zeke’s mouth. I wanted him focused on me.

Did that make me selfish? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Did I care? No.

Okay, yes.

I did care. I loved Case. And I knew he loved me. We had come into this agreeing to see it through. I had no right to be jealous, yet my stupid heart couldn’t be swayed otherwise.

“Stand up, pretty boy,” Zeke instructed.

My eyes shot up from the chicken Parmesan I was preparing. I watched as Case stood, his cock rock hard and bobbing proudly. Zeke stood, too, then shoved his sweatpants down his legs before he took a seat on the sofa once more.

“Come over here.” Zeke patted the cushion beside him. “I want you on your knees, mouth on my dick.”

I groaned, trying to be as quiet as possible. From the angle Zeke was in, I would be able to see Case’s ass, not what his mouth was doing to Zeke.

“That’s a good fuck toy,” Zeke crooned, his hand sliding over the back of Case’s head. “I want you to suck my dick until I tell you to stop.”

I was well aware that Zeke knew I was watching them. Our eyes had met several times. I knew he was pushing me, rewarding Case while punishing me. I even understood why he was doing it.

Didn’t mean I was happy.

Worse than that? My dick was hard. Watching Zeke and Case wasn’t easy. It should’ve pissed me off, but it only turned me on. I was hard and horny, and I knew there would be no outlet for me. Not tonight.

“Such a good fucking mouth,” Zeke said. “Keep sucking me, pretty boy. Take my cock all the way in your throat. That’s it. Just like that.”

I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my gaze continued to bounce over to the sofa. I could see Case’s balls and his asshole. He was spread out, as though in offering, but he wasn’t mine to have.

I knew what was coming next. I knew Zeke had every intention of fucking Case. Probably right here in the kitchen, where I had no choice but to watch them, to hate myself for acting like a petulant child all damn day.

“Ah, fuck,” Zeke groaned. “I need to feel that ass choking my dick, pretty boy. You want that? To feel me buried to the hilt inside you?”

Case groaned, and my dick throbbed.