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Zeke sucks in a breath when his eyes flick from my cock up to my eyes, and I don’t miss the way he bites down on his bottom lip. I’m trying not to think too much into anything right now. I’m trying like hell to just let go and see where this goes, but I’m all keyed up and on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
“Baby?” he whispers and Riot hums low in response.
“Put that slutty little mouth to work.”
Riot grins and flicks his tongue across the tip of my cock, swiping away the pre-cum that collected on my piercing. That one small motion is enough to make my entire body convulse, and my hand shoots out to the side, grabbing the kitchen counter so I don’t fall over. Zeke’s lips lower to Riot’s neck and graze over his skin, while Riot drags his warm, wet tongue from my balls all the way back up to my piercing. Using his tongue he moves the barbell back and forth a couple of times before he wraps his beautiful, plush, pink lips around my engorged head.
A low groan escapes my lips and I bite down on my tongue to keep a string of obscenities from falling out, because Riot West is on his knees swallowing every inch of my cock right now and I cannot think. I can’t breathe. He gags softly as his nose grazes my pubic bone and my knees are suddenly so weak that I’ve resorted to a white knuckle grip on the edge of the countertop so I don’t collapse.
My eyelids flutter closed as I tilt my head back, reveling in the feel of Riot’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around my dick, pulling back occasionally to toy with my piercing using the tip of his tongue. I’m flying high, because this is better than anything I could have dreamed up. In all the times I imagined myself with these men, I wasn’t prepared for the way it would actually feel.
Sucking so hard I can feel his cheeks hollowing out, he lets out a low hum and the vibrations make my balls tense up. Gasping as my heart races, I drop my head and open my eyes just as Riot groans again. He’s speeding up his movements, and I’m not ready for this moment to be over, so I hang onto the ledge for dear life.
My whole body clenches as he whimpers this time and when I look down between us, I see why. Riot’s pants are pooled around his knees, and Zeke’s large tattooed hand is wrapped around Riot’s cock. Zeke strokes him heavy and hard, and Riot’s eyes roll back as his entire body shakes.
“Do you need to come, baby boy?” Zeke growls.
Riot’s eyes are blissed out, full of lust, as he looks up at me, nodding feverishly, drool dripping from the corners of his lips as he takes me deep into his throat.
“What about you boy toy?”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I groan and nod, “Yes, yes, please.”
“Come for me,” Zeke commands. I have no goddamn idea who he’s talking to at this point and I don’t care. My whole body tenses, my muscles clenching as my balls draw up and I explode into Riot’s mouth. He sucks me down until I’m deep in his throat, and I can feel the way his throat constricts around my engorged head as he swallows every drop.
I’m flying high when his mouth pops off of me, and he drops down to the floor entirely spent, eyes glazed over, panting for air.
“You did so good baby boy,” Zeke whispers as he brings his cum covered hand to Riot’s mouth. “So good.”
Without being told, Riot grips Zeke’s hand, purring as he licks every last drop of his own release from Zeke’s fingers and swallows.
Yep. No turning back.
Chapter twenty-five
Zeke
Hot steam fills the bathroom as Riot slowly removes the bandages from my gunshot wound. The wound stings and my entire body aches, especially after the day that I’ve had, but I suck in air sharply between my teeth and stuff it down so he doesn’t see.
My mind is reeling over the events from the last couple of weeks, last couple of days, and well shit, more accurately the last 24 hours. I’m warring back and forth with myself internally, struggling to come to terms with the surge of emotions I’ve been feeling. When I thought I was dying, I needed Riot to know how I felt. When I woke up, I was just as angry and guarded as ever, determined to focus even more attention on finding El. But the day progressed and I’ve had time to sit with my thoughts. To sit with my feelings.
With this life that we lead, the things that we do, the dangers we face, any day could be our last. Any day could be that day where one of us steps out the door and never returns. I told myself that a near death experience wouldn’t change my outlook, but can I honestly fight it? Because the glaring truth is, I need Riot to understand how I feel for him. And after what just happened in that kitchen, I need to dip my toes in the shallow end of whatever is happening with him, Cole and myself.
There’s some undeniable force when the three of us are close, and I felt it tonight. I felt it with every bone in my body. Something in me came to life, and while I initially thought seeing Riot with Cole was something I would simply tolerate for the sake of Riot; I think now it may actually be something that I want.
“Coming?” Riot asks over his shoulder as he steps into the shower.
As though I’m tethered to a string, I follow him right in, sliding the shower door closed behind me. Cole went to bed, but he insisted that Riot and I take time for ourselves. It’s like he knows something that I should have known all along, and he’s urging me to say it out loud.
I find myself oddly grateful for that.
Riot turns to face me as the stream of water drenches his green strands, and when his eyes meet mine, I can see that something is off. Stepping toward him, I push the strands of hair from his face and pull his body against mine.
“Tell me.”
He looks at me hesitantly for a moment. As if he doesn’t know if he should say what’s on his mind, but I nudge him and give him a look that says spill it.
Exhaling heavily, he leans against the cool wall of the shower.