“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 was 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.
EPILOGUE
ZEKE
Eight months later, July
“DID YOU SEE THE LINE out front?” Case asked when we snuck into the kitchen to see Brax.
“Gonna be a packed house for a while,” I told him. I knew because I’d seen the early reviews for the restaurant. Brax had already made a big name for himself here in Chicago and the restaurant hadn’t officially opened yet.
I stopped when I saw Brax shuffling back and forth between the various cooking appliances. He had a handful of people helping him out, every one of them eager to assist in any way they could.
The expression on his face was serious, which made sense. He was in his element. Then again, maybe he was simply thinking about earlier, when I’d met him back here before anyone arrived and commanded him to go to his knees and suck me off right here. His big green eyes had widened, but he hadn’t balked, dropping to his knees before giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life. I’d told him it was to help him get his mind off tonight. Which was true. Partly. I’d also done it because I loved his fucking mouth on me.
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of him,” Case said softly.
I was proud of both of them. In the past eight months, things had … well, let’s just say, there was no slowing down this thing we had going together. I woke up every fucking morning thankful that I had them in my world. It had taken a couple of months to level out all the rocky spots, but it had been smooth sailing from there.
Shortly after I had officially collared them, the three of us had gotten them moved in completely, all their shit cleared out of storage. And with Jamie’s help, they had redecorated most of my house in an effort to make it more our space than simply mine. The only thing I insisted was that they left the basement and the master bedroom alone.
The basement hadn’t changed, aside from me acquiring a few new pieces to complete the play area. However, the master bedroom had received a complete overhaul. I had a bed cus
tom made for the three of us. It was now bigger than a king, and more than enough space for the three of us and Tank to sleep on every night. Since I found I preferred them at my mercy, I no longer needed the cage—that one anyway—so I had left that part out of the design in lieu of some additional ironwork that allowed for more … options. I could now do wicked things to them right there where we slept. Of course, I’d had another cage installed in the basement because, hey, I still enjoyed seeing them locked up.
I’d had a dresser built that would accommodate the three of us. And with the help of a construction company, I’d had my closet expanded to encompass one of the guest bedrooms so that we had plenty of space for all the shit they owned.
A few pieces of their furniture had remained, as well as a lot of mine. Surprisingly, Brax hadn’t made any changes to the kitchen, insisting he was more than happy with the way it was. Since that had become his domain, there was no way I could argue with that.
I could admit, I put a lot of demands on their time. Both together and individually. I couldn’t seem to get enough of them and it didn’t matter where we were. I’d summoned them to my office a few times and I’d come home early plenty as well. With new employees in place—Heather, Lance, and Chris Cavanaugh, the guy Edge had referred—I found I could split my focus between work and home appropriately. The company was growing exponentially, and as it turned out, I did have a great team in place.
Was there still some jealousy on the home front? Yeah. A little. There were times when one of them would sulk because they felt as though I was giving the other more attention. I’d learned to handle that with swift punishment. Needless to say, it was getting better. I continued to assure them there was plenty of me to go around and I backed up my words every chance I got.
Brax’s gaze shot over to us and a wide grin split his face. “Hey,” he said as he rushed over. “I didn’t know you were comin’.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I told him.
He glanced back over his shoulder. “I wish I had more time.”
“We get it. Just wanted to stop in, let you know we’re here.”
Brax glanced between me and Case. “Thanks.”
I leaned in and kissed him, not giving a shit that half the people in the kitchen were already eyeing us speculatively. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered back.
“What am I? Chopped liver?” Case chuckled. “I love you, too. And good luck. Not that you need it.”
Brax leaned over and kissed Case quickly, which definitely caused some stir with the people behind him. Not that he seemed to care.
“Get back to work,” I commanded, lowering my voice. “We’ll see you at home tonight.”
He nodded, smiled, then shuffled back over. A second later, he was barking orders like a chef who’d been doing this all his life.
I grabbed Case’s arm and steered him out of the kitchen, but rather than go into the dining room, which was already filling up quickly, I slipped down the hall to one of the offices in the back. I knew everyone who worked there was front and center tonight, so we’d have a little privacy.
Once I had closed us inside, I pushed Case against the door and plastered myself to him. I let him bear my full weight as I kissed him roughly, loving the way he moaned in response.
I liked that he didn’t ask questions. He seemed to know exactly when I needed his submission. And right now was one of those times.
“I want you on your knees, pretty boy,” I growled. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth on my dick all damn day.”
His light green eyes were glassy with lust when I pulled back and planted my hand on his head, forcing him down. Although the darkness Case had once hidden was out in the open, he still craved what I could give him. And I ensured I gave it to him as often as possible.
Stepping back, I unhooked the button on my slacks before lowering the zipper.
“Open wide, pretty boy,” I mumbled darkly. “I’m gonna feed you my cock. You’ve got five minutes to make me come. If you do, you’ll earn a special session tonight. Otherwise, you’ll be sleeping with a chastity device on your dick.”
“Yes, Zeke.” His mouth fell open and his eyes remained locked on my face.
I roughly shoved my cock into his mouth, hissing when the warmth enveloped me. With our gazes locked, I took my pleasure from him, fucking his throat rough, deep, not giving an inch. He moaned softly, his hands at his sides while I held his head in place.
“I love your fucking mouth,” I told him, as I always did. “Love the way you swallow my dick.”
I could see the way my words worked for him. His face was flushed, his breaths raspy when I pulled out enough for him to breathe.
Damn, his mouth was exquisite. He worked me over for long minutes, his soft moans vibrating straight to my balls. While I wanted to draw this out forever, I knew I couldn’t.
“You ready for me to come, pretty boy?”
He tried to nod, but I held his head firm.
I gave him everything I had, fucking his face brutally until I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a muted roar, I came hard, holding my cock deep in his throat. When I pulled out of his mouth, I took a step back, giving him room to move.
“On your feet,” I commanded as I tucked my cock back into my pants.
Case was immediately on his feet.
“Now what do you say, pretty boy?”
He smiled. “I love you, Zeke. And I love your cock.”
I chuckled. The guy was a smartass sometimes.
“I love you, too, but that’s not what I wanted to hear.”
He grinned, his eyes crinkling. “Thank you, Zeke.”
Unable to resist, I leaned in and kissed him again. He relaxed against me, his hand curling around the back of my neck in a possessive gesture I’d come to love. These two had a way of making me feel vulnerable even when I was in control. I no longer allowed it to bother me, I simply accepted it for what it was. Love.
“When the gym opens, are you gonna do the same thing to Brax in my office?”
“You’re damn right. It’s all about keeping it interesting.” I motioned toward the door. “But I’ve got a few things in store for you, too.”
“Such as?” His eyes were bright with intrigue.
“Tying you down to one of the benches,” I told him. “Fucking your ass until you’re begging me to let you come.”
He groaned, a sexy sound that told me he approved.
While I could’ve told him all the dirty details of everything I wanted to do to him and Brax, that would have to wait until later.
“Now come on. Let’s eat, then we’ll go home so I can chain you up and torment you for a couple of hours.”
“In that case, I don’t care to stay for dessert.”
Yeah, me, either. In fact, the only dessert I ever needed was in the form of two sexy fucking masochists who had made me the luckiest man in the whole fucking world.
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Acknowledgments
First and always, I have to thank my wonderfully patient husband who puts up with me every single day. If it wasn’t for him and his belief that I could (and can) do this, I wouldn’t be writing this today. He has been my backbone, my rock, the very reason I continue to believe in myself. I love you for that, babe.
Chancy Powley – Your notes on Zeke’s book made me laugh. I fell in love with this man immediately, and I’m glad you did, too.
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