Page 164 of Devoted

“But what if one of them hears?”

Zeke stroked my face. “They won’t, that’s why Micah gave me a heads-up. And if they do ever hear us in future, they won’t say anything. Well, not more than once, anyway.”

‘They’ll all be talking about you. Thinking you’re some kind of sexual deviant.’

“Nope,” Zeke said quietly. “I don’t know what your OCD just said, but I can guess. No one will thinkanythingother than what a lucky fucker I am. Besides, I can guarantee even you’ll hear Nox and Micah. The two of them are incapable of being quiet.”

I sat with the intrusive thought for another beat, but for the first time ever, I wasn’t alone. Zeke’s calm strength carried through the bond, reassuring me without words.

“That’s good, because neither are we,” I said, surprising myself with how easy it was to let the intrusion go. “At least, I can’t be quiet. Whether you can remains to be seen.”

“You have a short memory.” There was a quiet click before Zeke slid slicked fingers down my crease. That explained why he’d had his hand under the pillow earlier. Guess that was where he’d stashed the lube. “I moaned so loud in the shower that the glass vibrated.”

“I don’t remember,” I lied as his finger found the puckered circle of skin. “You’ll have to remind me how you sound.”

“Now that can be arranged.”

I sealed my mouth over his, kissing him deeply as he prepped me. As I’d hoped, there was no soreness from earlier, just the delicious stretch of Zeke’s talented fingers working me open. He crooked them, tapping on my prostate.

It was difficult to say who moaned louder.

“Fuck, it’s like everything’s doubled,” Zeke groaned, breaking away for a second. “Pleasure on overdrive.”

“Yes.” Unlike Zeke, I wasn’t capable of full sentences, the sensations threatening to overwhelm me. I was pushing back on him now, riding his fingers. My cock was bouncing against his stomach, hard and dripping. “Now. Inside. Now.”

Zeke carefully removed his fingers, the hot head of his cock nudging against my tight ring of muscle. “Careful, baby.”

I huffed. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I couldn’t wait. Not a second longer.

I sat up and bore down, sinking onto his entire length in one go. My eyes rolled back in my head at how full I felt. In this position, he was deeper than he’d ever been before.

Zeke grabbed my hips, not to slow me, but like he needed something to hold on to. “Sam, oh fuck.Fuck.”

I couldn’t help but give him a little smirk. I wasn’t even moving yet, and I already had him moaning my name.

Not loud enough though. Suddenly, I didn’t care that the others might hear us. Part of me wanted them to. Wanted them to know it was me taking Zeke apart. Me giving him this pleasure.

Because he was mine, and I was his.

Rolling my hips experimentally, I moaned as my prostate started to sing. Fuck, this was so good.

“Sam,” Zeke begged, wetting his lips, “please move.”

Unable to deny him, I put my hands on his pecs to brace myself.

Then I started to ride him.

I went slow at first, letting my body adjust to the size of him. Lust and pleasure bounced along the bond, precum leaking from me as each new zing took me higher, making me move faster.

I was bouncing on his cock now, my thighs burning from exertion. I didn’t care though. How could I when it felt this good?

Zeke bucked up into me and I cried out. My nails scraped against his chest as pleasure coursed through me. “More. Right there.Right there.”

He growled, shifting his feet to give him better purchase. Then, he unleashed himself.

I cried out his name, my head falling back as he fucked into me relentlessly. His hands on my hips were all that were keeping me tethered. The constant pressure on the small bundle of nerves had my orgasm barrelling towards me. There was nothing I could do.

Nothing but hold on and enjoy the ride.

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