Page 102 of Their Ruthless Sadist

Once my teeth were shiny and clean, I made a beeline for the toilet and took a piss. I sighed in relief. Peeing outside might’ve been an interesting thing to do when I was a kid, but it damn sure wasn’t something I enjoyed now.

When I came out of the toilet room, I found Case and Zeke already in the shower. Zeke was washing up while Case stood there. I could tell he was still half-asleep, probably wishing like hell he could curl up for a little while longer. My man certainly wasn’t a morning person.

Both sets of eyes shifted to me, and a strange sense of anticipation filled me.

Without hesitation, I joined them, my skin warming as the water from the various jets hit different parts of my body. I moaned in response. I wasn’t sure a shower had ever felt this good before.

“Over here, cowboy.” Zeke crooked a finger, motioning me toward him.

I padded over, feeling every inch of the difference in our sizes. He was a big man. Huge. Although I wasn’t small, compared to these two, I was. Oddly enough, I liked that about them. They made me feel protected in a way I didn’t expect.

Zeke used a spinning motion with his hand to tell me to turn around, so I did. Once my back was to him, Zeke pulled me in close until his chest was against my spine, his big arms wrapping around me, holding me against him.

“Clean the cowboy,” he instructed Case.

The smile that curled Case’s lip was wicked and mischievous. The way he moved toward me was pure sex. He poured soap into his hands, then proceeded to wash me from neck to toe, rough hands scraping over every inch. His movements were as sensual as the gleam in his eyes. I found myself leaning into Zeke, enjoying the warmth of them, the way they were giving me every ounce of their attention.

The soap was rinsed away as soon as Case rubbed it over me, causing him to do it again and again. He was working me up, making me hyperaware of how close they both were.

Big hands fisted my cock, and I looked down to see that Zeke was the one jerking me off. Slow, steady. I watched his hand as it stroked the length of me, soft grunts sounding in my chest. I prayed I wasn’t still dreaming.

“Feed him your cock, cowboy,” Zeke mumbled in my ear, his breath warm, his words raspy.

Case dropped to his knees instantly, his bright eyes locked on my face as I guided my cock toward his mouth. I hissed in a breath when he wrapped those succulent lips around the swollen head. I felt as though it had been a lifetime since anyone had touched me. Every movement had my skin sparking.

Zeke began nipping my neck while Case swallowed my dick. They were overwhelming me with sensation, and I never wanted it to end. I needed this. Needed both of them to focus only on me. My balls were heavy, my cock hypersensitive.

“Do you want to come in his ass or his mouth?” Zeke whispered, his hand winding around my neck, holding my head back as he nipped my earlobe.

“His mouth,” I said on a rush of air. I was dizzy with lust, my entire body succumbing to the brutal pleasure. “I wanna come down his throat.”

Zeke’s lips disappeared from my skin, but only for a brief moment as he instructed Case to make me come. Once his words were out, Zeke turned my head as he leaned around and pressed his mouth to mine. I shifted slightly to allow him a better angle as he thrust his tongue inside.

A deep, ragged moan escaped me as Case devoured my cock and Zeke tongue-fucked my mouth in the sweetest, most devastating way. Without thinking, I wrapped one arm behind Zeke’s head, holding him to me. He stiffened momentarily but then unleashed on me. The kiss went nuclear, my body trembling as my orgasm neared. Case wasn’t gentle. He sucked me hard, his hand roughly kneading my balls until the pleasure was too much.

I cried out as my cock jerked in Case’s mouth. Zeke’s lips released mine, but he didn’t turn away. Our eyes met, and I saw a hunger there. Something dark and promising. I wasn’t sure what had spurred this, but I didn’t want to question it. It wasn’t much different than what I’d witnessed last night between Zeke and Case. And now they were including me.

They brought me down gently, allowing me to regain my senses as I stood beneath the hot water. Case was back on his feet, his mouth melding with mine. I could still hear Zeke breathing against my ear, and a tremor raced through me. I’d never experienced anything like this in my life.

And I prayed like hell I got the chance to experience it again. Soon.

CHAPTER 26

Zeke

While I had fully intended to walk out of that bathroom and not seek anything from the cowboy, giving him time to recover from his traumatic weekend, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

After he blew his load in the pretty boy’s mouth, my desire had escalated tenfold. The kiss we’d shared had only ignited something hotter, brighter, far more intense than I’d expected.

“On my bed, cowboy,” I commanded when his legs were steady beneath him. “Right now.”

Emerald-green eyes locked on my face, and I could see the same desire staring back at me. He wanted everything I had to offer, and for the first fucking time since I’d met him, I wasn’t worried I would hurt him more than he wanted.

“Yes, Zeke,” he said, an urgency in his tone that I related to.

When he stepped out of the shower, I glanced at the pretty boy. “It’s your turn to watch.”

He smiled, seemingly pleased with this command.