Page 94 of Devoted

“Yep.” I twisted to face him. “Clean and ready to return the favour.”

“Not quite.” His lips twisted in amusement as he plucked the scrunch from my fingers. “You’re ready, but I’m not.”

He kept his gaze fixed on me as he cleaned himself with quick, efficient movements. I was distracted by the full beauty that was Zeke, so much so that it took me a moment to realise what he was doing and why. A lump filled my throat when it finally hit me. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know.” He hung the scrunch up on its hook and pulled me against him. “But now your brain won’t worry about germs, and mine won’t stress about whether you’re stressed. We can just relax and have fun.”

Heat burned behind my eyes, making me grateful for the spray of the shower. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for being aware of your needs,” Zeke said. “But if you want to thank me by letting me see how far I can get your cock down my throat, I’ll allow it.”

My dick twitched but I didn’t give in. I wasn’t letting him distract me before I’d got what I truly wanted. “Maybe later. Right now, I believe I owe you an orgasm.”

There was nothing stopping me from sinking to my knees now. Zeke’s cock was engorged, hanging heavy between his thighs. A self-confessed size queen, I couldn’t believe my luck.

I wrapped one hand around his shaft, marvelling at the girth. “You really weren’t exaggerating. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel this stretching me open.”

Zeke didn’t say anything. I blinked up at him through the spray to find his dark, hooded eyes on me. The veins in his armsand neck were prominent, his hands in trembling fists at his sides. “Zeke? You okay?”

His throat bobbed. “Yep. Just trying not to come before you’ve put your mouth on me.”

I squeezed his shaft lightly. “I’ve barely touched you.”

Zeke shivered. “Baby, you’ve been edging me all day. If you don’t want me coming all over your face, you’re going to need to move back or get your mouth on me.”

The choice there was obvious.

Smirking up at Zeke, I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft. When he cursed, I batted my eyelashes innocently. “Sorry, did you think I’d put you out of your misery fast?”

Zeke’s mouth popped open. “What?”

My smirk deepened. Most people assumed I wanted sex to be quick and perfunctory, that I needed it to be over swiftly to avoid my triggers.

Nothing could be further from the truth. Ilovedsex. I loved getting filthy with my partner, edging them until they hit their limits. I loved being handled. Pinned down. Fucked roughly. I loved it all.

It was rare that I could relax enough to actually enjoy it as much as I wanted though. The thought of having to stop and wash up could crop up at any moment, and nothing was a mood killer quite like dashing off to the bathroom.

But with Zeke? He’d already proven that wasn’t a dealbreaker for him.

Which meant he was about to learn just how filthy I could be.

21

Ezekiel

I’d had many men on their knees for me over the centuries. Too many to count, if I were being honest.

But the sight of my mate, ofSam,peering up at me from where he knelt at my feet?

I’d never seen anything sexier.

He was lapping at my cock with more tantalising licks. Gentle caresses that hinted at more, but were never quite enough. My whole body was vibrating with the need to come. To rut into his hands, his throat, his hole. Anything that might give me some relief.

From the permanent smirk on his face, he knew exactly what effect he was having on me.

“Doing okay, Zeke?” he asked innocently, rubbing his cheek against the head of my cock. “You’re looking a little…tense.”

Fuck, who knew he was hiding this side of him? This sexual minx side that wanted to…play.I should’ve seen it earlier—right around the time he sent me a photo of himself in only a jockstrap. Reaching above him, I angled the shower head so the water would hit his back. This way, he’d stay warm, but his face and mouth would be clear of the spray. “I wonder why.”

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