Page 107 of Their Wicked Ways

“Please,” Jett begged dazedly.

“Are you ready to come?” Ez asked.

“Please,” he repeated.

“Lift your legs so your feet are on the bed and your knees are pointing up.”

Jett’s brow knitted in confusion.

Gently, I moved one of his legs into position, trying not to zero in on how he didn’t fight or even hesitate to let me move him around like a human mannequin.

Shakily, he got his other leg in place so he was sort of squatting over Ez’s cock as Ezra held his ass in place so just his tip was holding Jett open.

“Ready?” Ezra asked.

“Please,” he whimpered.

“Good boy. Now stay just like this, and you can come. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Green. Please. Fuck me.”

Ez shuddered, the first outward sign I’d seen showing just how close to the edge he was. Ezra had incredible control, but even he had his limits.

Planting his feet on the bed, Ezra leaned back and used his leverage to drive up into Jett, slamming into him so hard he bounced on his dick, even with being held in place.

Jett’s cry echoed in the room, and his hands scrabbled on Ez’s shoulders as he hung on for dear life.

Moving behind him, I knelt between Ez’s spread legs and slid one hand under Jett’s ass to help Ezra hold up his weight, then wrapped my other hand around his cock.

He fell back against me, his head on my shoulder and his hard body limp against mine.

“Yes, so good. Fuck. I can’t. I’m…oh god.” Soft cries and mumbled words fell from Jett’s lips as he gave himself over to us.

“That’s it,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re okay. Just let go and feel. We’ve got you.” I dropped little kisses against his neck and stroked his dick, my grip strong and my pace fast.

He turned his face and caught my mouth in a deep kiss. I kissed him back with everything I had.

“Come on, Jett,” Ez’s strangled voice cut through my haze. “Come for me.”

“Fuck!”

Jett came in an explosion of cum and cries, shaking and shuddering between us as he shot over my hand and all over Ez’s chest.

Ez let out a low growl as he came and slowly lowered Jett so he was fully seated on his dick, pulling him close for a deep, drugging kiss.

One of Jett’s hands grabbed my ass, tugging me against him and keeping me as part of the embrace. Sighing happily, I pressed my lips against the back of his neck, sandwiching him between us so he felt supported and safe as he rode the afterglow.

After a few moments of just holding each other, Jett began to shake and his skin went cold.

“Come on,” Ez said softly. “Let’s get you nice and comfy.”

Between the two of us, we lay Jett down and settled on either side of him. He curled into Ezra and put his head on Ez’s chest. I waited to see if he needed some space, but he reached behind him and grabbed my hip to drag me closer so I could spoon him.

We lay like that for a long time, giving Jett a chance to come down and for his body to regulate.

“Is that the subspace thing people talk about?” Jett asked eventually, his voice raspy and rough. “That weird feeling?”

“Yeah.” I kissed his shoulder, his neck, and his cheek. “It’s weird, but you get used to it.”

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