Page 122 of Their Wicked Ways

I started the movie, then settled back on the couch with him.

Before I could get my arm fully up, he was ducking under it to resume his earlier position.

Warmth and affection filled me as I held him close. I could get used to this.

About twenty minutes into the movie, Jett’s breathing changed.

I shifted my attention from the screen in front of us to the man in my arms. Was he okay?

I could sense tension in his body, and his breathing was faster than before. He didn’t sound like he was in distress or like he was trying to hold back his emotions. He sounded aroused.

Being careful not to let him know I was aware of the changes, I glanced at his crotch, noticing the bulge in his sweats.

“I’ll be right back.” I pressed a kiss against his temple. “I need to use the john.”

He sat back, his face carefully blank and his eyes glued to the laptop.

Not wanting him to think I was abandoning him, I gently squeezed the back of his neck. He looked up at me.

“I’ll be right back,” I repeated.

He nodded, two spots painting his cheekbones.

I made my way to the bathroom and pulled the little box where Wes and I kept our body jewelry out of the drawer. Wes had told me Jett liked nipple piercings, and he hadn’t seen either of ours yet.

I usually left my other piercings in when we went to the club, but I’d taken them out last night, not really feeling them.

I was feeling them now.

After making sure they were clean, I put them all back in. The barbells in my eyebrow and nipples and the rings in my nose and lip gleamed silver in the light.

When everything was put away, I slipped a couple of condoms and a few packets of lube into my pocket.

I would have been content to just watch a movie together, but I wanted to be prepared if Jett was feeling frisky.

He was still in the same spot as I’d left him, his back tense and his eyes glued to the screen.

“Hey.” I sat on the couch next to him.

He flicked his gaze to me and did a double take.

“Felt naked without them,” I explained with a little smirk.

He swallowed and dropped his eyes to my mouth and the ring in the corner of my lip.

“Are you liking the movie?” I asked when he kept staring at my piercing.

“Movie?” He shook his head like he was clearing it. “Oh, right. Yeah. It’s good.”

I huffed out a soft laugh. “We can watch something else if you’re not into it.”

“It’s fine,” he repeated, focusing his attention on the laptop. The bulge in his sweats grew until it looked like his dick was tenting the loose pants.

“Whatcha thinking about?” I shot him a knowing grin.

He pressed his dick flat against his thigh. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

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