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There’s even less logic when I lean in and press my lips to his. And if I thought things were confusing before I kissed him, things are officially exponentially worse now, because he’s kissing me back. Zeke’s soft lips move against mine and when he reaches up and cups my cheeks with his hands, I find myself overwhelmed with need. His lips part and when I slip my tongue into his open mouth, he closes his lips around my tongue and sucks.
Kissing Zeke for the first time is like tasting the loss of control. The taste of giving into your greatest urges and impulses. Dominant in nature, Zeke is always the one making demands; but in this moment, he’s giving it all up, and I’m desperately drinking it all in like the first drops of water in the midst of a drought.
When we part for air, we simply stand pressed against one another, open-mouthed and panting.
“Z,” I breathe.
“Cole.”
“I think you need this.”
“Oh yeah, boy toy? What is it I need?” he mutters against my mouth as my hands roam down his body until I’m cupping his erection in the palm of my hand, massaging it through the denim.
“To let go, beautiful,” I kiss him hard and fast before dropping to my knees, fumbling as I unbutton his jeans. Sliding my fingers between his waistband and his smooth skin, I pull his pants and boxer briefs down around his thighs in one motion.
His dick bobs in front of my face, pre-cum collecting at the tip of his swollen, pink head. Flicking my tongue across the slit, I taste his salty sweetness and swirl my tongue as I wrap my lips around him. Sliding my mouth down his shaft, I don’t stop until my nose brushes his trimmed pubic hairs and I’m nearly gagging.
Flattening my tongue I press my tongue ring into the underside of his shaft. Sucking hard, I hollow out my cheeks, pulling back until I pop off of his dick. I’m not sure how long Zeke will let me stay in control. How long he’ll hand over the reins, and something inside of me wants to push all of the limits. Slipping my index finger into my mouth, I suck slowly, swirling my tongue, wetting the digit until a trail of saliva stretches along with it when I remove it from my mouth. Looking up at his deep, dark blue, haunting eyes, I swear I see them glowing as I lower my mouth back to the head of his cock and I reach between his thighs.
I press my finger between his cheeks as I bob up and down on his dick, slurping, sucking, and humming, absolutely lost in the madness. My dick is hard and throbbing in my pants, but this right here is about Zeke, not about me, so I focus on the way his eyes roll back as I circle his tight hole with the tip of my finger.
I’m fully prepared for him to stop me. For him to put an end to whatever this is that’s happening between us, but he doesn’t. In fact he grips the windowsill, and spreads his legs wider. Taking it as an invitation, I press my finger inside of him slowly as I suck his dick. Drool pools at the corners of my lips and I suck harder as I pump my finger in and out of him at a metered pace.
“Sh-shit, that tongue ring. Cole, I’m gonna…”
“Mmmm,” I pop my mouth off of his dick again as I slip another finger past the tight ring of muscle, swiping inward when I brush that spot deep inside of him that makes his knees buckle.
“That’s it, beautiful. I want to taste you,” I suck his dick back into my mouth, humming against it, mumbling, “Come for me.”
As if he’d been waiting for my permission, a low groan escapes his lips and his release spurts down the back of my throat. I keep fingering his ass and sucking him through his orgasm while his whole body trembles and shakes as I swallow every drop of his cum.
After he comes down, I push up to my feet, pulling his pants back up around his waist. His eyes lock on mine, as I button his pants and lean in, kissing his lips gently.
Fucking delicious.
Chapter twenty-eight
Zeke
“I have to go baby,” Riot pushes off his barstool and leans in, skimming his lips across my neck. “Arsenal thinks they may have a lead on Dante.”
“Mmm, okay,” I sigh, wishing he would give it a rest for one night, but knowing he can’t rest until he knows we are safe.
“You’re staying right? You and Cole will come home together?”
“Of course yeah, I’ll just hang out and have a few drinks while I go over the books for the studio,” I respond, tapping on the lid of my laptop.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to mine. “I love you baby.”
“Mmm, I love you,” I echo the words back to him as his lips capture mine in a hard, bruising kiss. It still feels weird to say it out loud, because I’ve never uttered those words to a single soul before, but I’ve been making it a point to tell him every day. Making it a point to be sure that Riot West knows just how much of me he holds in the palm of his hand. I may be the dominating one, but at the end of the day, he’s the one with all of the control.
“I’ll see you at home,” he whispers against my lips as he pulls away, and before I have a moment to question the statement, he’s weaving through the crowd of people, on his way to the door.
Home? Is that what Riot’s is now?
The three of us have been sequestered at Riot’s place out of necessity, but the past few days it doesn’t feel like I’m there because I have to be. That one word is so damn loaded though, because if it’s home for the three of us, does that mean this is a relationship now? All of us? Am I ready for that? Do I want that?
From being guarded as hell, to being shot, and now living with two men, it’s safe to say I went from moving at a snail’s pace, to moving at the speed of light. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it’s a little bit scary. There’s still so much to be done too. I’ve been putting finding El on the back-burner while Riot is on his witch hunt, and I’m still worried deep down that someone tracked me. Call it a gut feeling, but something isn’t right.
