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 to do. 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.
“Go grab some lube and a condom from my bedroom,” Zeke told Case.
I focused my attention on finishing up while my mind wandered. I would simply excuse myself after dinner, go up to the bathroom, and jack off. Zeke wouldn’t know and it would offer some much needed relief.
“Think I can’t read your mind, cowboy?” Zeke asked.
My gaze shot over to him and I noticed he was walking toward me.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he continued, “but it won’t happen. As soon as we’re finished with dinner, I’m putting your cage on you. You won’t get a chance to touch yourself. You will live with this discomfort for the rest of the night.”
I groaned, not caring that he heard me.
“Come here, cowboy,” Zeke insisted, his tone harder, more irritated than before. He motioned toward the kitchen table. “Pull out that chair and have a seat.”
“I need to finish dinner,” I retorted, my tone reflecting every ounce of my anger.
His eyes narrowed and I could tell I was pushing my luck.
“Sit. Down.”
I had two choices. Sit down or piss him off royally. I had gotten away with more than I should have, so I knew Zeke was being lenient. However, the man was clearly getting close to his limit. If I pushed too hard, Case and I would be sleeping somewhere else tonight.
And honestly, that was the last thing I wanted.
So, I sat.
Case returned a minute later with lube and a condom.
“Bend over the table, pretty boy.” Zeke quickly sheathed himself with the condom. “Give me your hand, cowboy.”
I held up my hand and Zeke squirted lube into it.
“Grease me up so I can fuck the pretty boy’s tight little ass while you watch.”
Not having a choice, I did as he instructed. Once he was lubed, he pulled his cock from between my fingers, then walked over behind me. My chair shifted, moving closer to where Case was currently leaning over the table, his ass facing Zeke.
“You’re gonna sit there and watch,” Zeke growled, his voice low and deep. “Look away one fucking time and you can find another place to go tonight.”
Case’s head turned and I felt his eyes on me. I didn’t look at him. I already hated myself for letting things get out of hand. It was all my fault, so I would take my punishment like a man.
I turned my attention to Case’s ass, watching as Zeke lined up and slid inside him. My stomach twisted, churning as Case groaned and moaned.
