Page 147 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
We took our time cleaning him. Of course, there was some groping involved. I might’ve teased him a little more than I should. It had earned me a hard smack on my ass, which had only turned me on more. Once we were cleaned, rinsed, and dried, I took Brax’s hand and led him into the bedroom. Perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than was necessary.
“I want to feel your mouth on my dick,” I told Brax when he positioned himself over me, his cock above my face.
“Likewise,” he groaned when I reached for him, wrapping my lips around the swollen head.
Zeke joined us a few minutes later, openly ogling us as he walked around the bed. His hands moved over us as though he couldn’t resist touching.
I had no idea how much time passed while Brax and I sixty-nined one another, but it was a while. During that time, I tried to focus, but it wasn’t easy. Not when Brax’s wicked mouth was doing wonderful things to my dick. It didn’t help when Zeke began finger-fucking my ass, either. I knew he was doing the same to Brax, alternating between us until we were doing more moaning than sucking.
“Pretty boy, I want you on your hands and knees.”
Brax’s cock retreated from my mouth as he moved off of me. I quickly flipped over, tempted to grind my cock against the mattress to find a modicum of relief. I was so fucking hard I hurt and I needed to be fucked.
“Cowboy, it’s your turn to be sandwiched between us.”
Brax moaned as though that was the best news ever.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Brax retrieving the lube and coating his dick before quickly kneeling behind me. When his cock brushed against my anus, I pushed back against him, urging him to fuck me.
“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.
