“Your pain threshold is high.”
Although it wasn’t a question, I answered anyway. “Yes. And it seems the more I play, the higher it gets.”
“At what point did you realize you needed the pain?”
I hadn’t expected the questions. “I was … a … uh … teenager.” I didn’t want to go into all the reasons with him. I didn’t like talking about my childhood. While I wasn’t abused or mistreated in any way by my parents, there were some things that had molded me into the man I was today.
“How long have you been in the scene?”
“A while. I went to my first club when I was twenty-two.”
“And you’re twenty-eight?”
He obviously remembered from the time he’d asked on the plane. “Yeah. I’ll be twenty-nine in December.”
The room was filling with steam from the heat of the water, holding back the chill from the air. But it wasn’t the steam that had me warming. No, that was the way Zeke’s hand drifted down to his cock, his big fist encompassing the thick shaft as he stroked slowly, leisurely. I was entranced by the damn thing, wondering briefly if he would split me open if he fucked my ass. While Brax’s cock filled me completely, it wasn’t as long or thick.
However, I got the feeling Zeke wasn’t going to take my ass tonight. The way his eyes continued to linger on my face, I knew he was thinking about my mouth. I was almost disappointed when he didn’t move toward me once he had rinsed off completely. Instead, he took a step back and sat on the wide tiled bench in the corner.
“Your turn.” He motioned for me to get up.
My legs were trembling from anticipation, but I managed to remain steady as I got up and closed the distance between us. The water was hot but not scalding.
“Wash,” he ordered.
I’d showered with plenty of men before—some intimately, some not—but never had I felt as exposed as I did when I stood before Zeke. His eyes were merciless, roaming over every inch of me, sometimes lingering for several seconds before moving on. I worked my soapy hands over my skin, trying to focus on breathing. My cock was so hard I hurt. My balls, still sensitive from the earlier torment, felt as though they were going to explode.
It wasn’t until I was rinsed clean that Zeke spoke again.
“Over here, pretty boy. Kneel in front of me.”
Again, there was that hint of condescension when he said pretty boy. As though he was making fun of me. The humiliation only added to my desire.
I eased down between his splayed thighs, not touching him as I did. I wanted to feel his skin, curious as to whether it was as tough as the rest of him, but I knew better than to touch without permission.
He stroked his cock several times before reaching out and cupping the back of my head, drawing me closer.
“Open your mouth, pretty boy. I want those lips on my dick.”
He wasn’t gentle as he guided me forward, but I hadn’t expected him to be. I was still shocked that I was in Zeke’s house, in his shower, about to devour his cock. My thoughts briefly drifted to Brax, who was downstairs cooking. I wondered whether he wished he’d come with us. If for no other reason than to watch.
When my lips were wrapped around the thick crest of Zeke’s cock, he released my head and leaned back against the wall.
“Now suck me.”
Hesitantly, I reached up to grip him with my hand. I half expected him to order me not to touch him but he didn’t.
He growled low, an aggressive, albeit sexy sound that made my cock jerk and twitch. Forcing my jaw as wide as it would go, I worked his cock into my mouth, retreating slowly, then pushing forward again. His cock was velvet over steel, every vein and ridge slick beneath my tongue.
Zeke didn’t move, but I could feel his eyes on me.
I briefly wondered if he ever lost control. Doubtful. Not based on the way he remained still as I worked him with my tongue and lips. I couldn’t take all of him, but he didn’t seem to want that, so I didn’t gag myself. I lost myself in the smoothness of his flesh against my tongue, the way his cock flexed in my hand as I stroked in tandem with the bobbing of my head.
Seconds turned to minutes but Zeke didn’t move. He seemed content to enjoy my mouth on him, but not once did I get the impression he was going to come. My jaw started to ache, but I embraced the pain, letting it fuel my desire to please this man in any way that I could. Giving back to him what he’d given me earlier tonight.
