I grabbed the remote to the television and dropped down onto the sofa. Although I clicked it on, my gaze never strayed from the pretty boy. He was laid out perfectly, his cock hard and heavy against his stomach, his arms down at his sides, and his knees bent, feet on the floor. He looked comfortable. For now.
“Stroke yourself for me, pretty boy. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
A shudder went through him as his hand moved to his cock. One big fist circled his dick, slowly working up, then down.
“Did you enjoy the prostate massager?” I asked, simply to make conversation so that the cowboy was curious.
“Yes, Zeke. Although, at one point, I feared my prostate would be numb indefinitely.”
I chuckled. I hadn’t thought of that, but the added mind fuck certainly didn’t disappoint.
I made sure to keep an eye on the cowboy. He was working away, but he couldn’t keep from glancing over to see what we were doing. I wanted him to watch, to see how I rewarded good behavior.
The pretty boy worked his dick for several minutes, not moving other than to fist his cock up and down. I couldn’t resist the urge to lean closer, to admire what he was doing. My gaze darted between the cowboy in the kitchen and the pretty boy’s hard cock. When I noticed the cowboy looking again, I leaned down and swiped my tongue over the head of the pretty boy’s cock.
The pretty boy hissed, his hand stilling momentarily.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I said roughly.
He began working himself again and I used my tongue on the head of his cock, relishing the taste of him. While I tended to command my toys to suck me off, I happened to enjoy teasing with my mouth. I didn’t indulge often because it gave the illusion that I cared more than I did. However, in this case, I was doing it to torment the cowboy.
“Hold your cock still,” I ordered, ensuring my voice carried into the kitchen so the cowboy knew what I was doing.
The pretty boy’s hand stilled and I leaned over and sucked the head of his dick between my lips. He groaned loudly and his cock pulsed against my tongue.
“You like my mouth on your dick, don’t you, pretty boy?”
“Yes, Zeke,” he replied breathlessly. “So fucking much.”
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.
