Page 130 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
When his fingers dipped into the waistband of my jeans, I inhaled sharply. He didn’t fumble with the button. Instead, he jerked it open, then practically ripped the zipper down before his big, rough hands slid inside the denim at my hips. He shoved hard, forcing my jeans and boxers down my legs.
Zeke’s black gaze lifted to mine but he wasn’t looking at me. He was… It was as though he was trying to peer into my soul, drawing every emotion I’d ever had to the forefront. I fought for air, my chest heaving when he went to his knees before me.
I wasn’t sure what I expected. Perhaps for him to jerk me roughly, or maybe for him to use his teeth because that was his sadistic nature. Instead, Zeke’s lips wrapped around the head of my dick and I groaned long and loud, the sensation far more intense than I expected.
I drew air into my lungs as my hand suddenly curled around the back of his head, smooth skin gliding over my palm. I held him there and he didn’t try to move away.
“Fuck, Zeke,” I said around a moan. “Ah, fuck, that feels good.”
Every second he sucked me, I expected him to jerk away, to throw me to the floor, to pin me to the wall. Anything except for him to continue. The man sucked me like he was starving, as though I was the sustenance he needed to survive. My hand slid over his head, my skin soaking up the feel of him. He had rarely allowed me to touch him, but I’d dreamed about it plenty.
His tongue glided over the underside of my shaft and I hissed, my head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed me. It was more than I ever thought I’d get from this man, and every second felt like an eternity, but still not enough. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.
And I prayed like hell he wasn’t going to discard me, because, although he’d tried to break me physically, I wasn’t sure the man was aware that he had all the power to break me in so many other ways.
Ways I feared I would never recover from.
THIRTY-FOUR
ZEKE
WHEN I LEFT THE OFFICE to come home, I’d had good intentions. I had mapped it out in my head, how I wanted to sit down and talk to them. My sister was right, that was the one thing we hadn’t done in the month we’d been together. I knew very little about them and vice versa.
However, the second I opened the front door, I had no idea what came over me. The moment I saw Brax, something clicked inside me. An emotion, a feeling, an urge, maybe? I was overwhelmed by a strange need to take care of him in any way that I could.
And yes, at some point this afternoon, I’d started thinking of them both by name. They were no longer just my fuck toys. They were so much more.
While it would’ve been easy to force my dominance on Brax, I didn’t. I was testing him, attempting to see just how human he would allow me to be. As I swallowed his dick, groaning as his salty taste coated my tongue, I felt a surge of power. More so than I did when I was hurting him. Oddly enough, it didn’t make me feel weak as I’d expected. It made me feel invincible.
“Fuck …” Brax thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my throat. “You’re gonna make me come, Zeke. I need permission to come. Fuck … it feels too good.”
I pulled my lips off his cock and stared up at him. Brax’s eyes jerked down to my face and I saw the real concern. He was trying to please me and he wasn’t sure he had. What he didn’t realize was that everything he did pleased me, even when it didn’t. The two of them had become part of me in the short time I’d known them. The thought of coming home to an empty house, not having them with me didn’t sit well.
“Come in my mouth, Brax,” I insisted, my eyes locked with his. The taste of his name was odd, but not in a bad way.
He cried out when I wrapped my lips around him again. Both hands curled around my head, holding me in place as I took him to the root. I growled and groaned, wanting him to feel the vibrations through his entire body.
“Zeke! Oh, fuck … oh, fuck… It’s too much. Ah, shit!”
Brax’s hips bucked as he forced his cock deeper into my mouth. Seconds later, he roared his release, his cock pulsing against my tongue. I drank him down, relishing his taste, his warmth. Pleasure coursed through my veins.
His body relaxed against the wall, his chest heaving. I pushed to my feet but didn’t move away. Instead, I pressed my lips to his, wanting him to taste himself on my tongue. This wasn’t my usual style. I was a planner, even when it came to sexual experiences. I had an end goal and a means to get there. With Brax, I was following my instinct, doing what felt right. In this moment, I wanted to please him.
