Page 127 of Their Wicked Ways

He stilled. “Sorry.”

“Good boy.” I kissed his cheek. “Do you like this?”

He relaxed against me again. “Yeah. Feels good.”

“Good.”

“Do you like it?” he asked, some of the dreaminess gone from his voice.

“I love it. You feel amazing.” I shifted him a bit lower on my lap, making my dick move the slightest bit inside him.

He moaned and clenched around me.

“Now pull your pants up so your dick is covered.”

He dragged his sweats up by the waistband and obeyed.

“Good boy. Now relax and watch the movie.”

He let out a little snort-laugh. “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”

“What if I said there was a quiz at the end and you don’t get your reward unless you pass?”

“I didn’t do homework when I was in school. You think I’m going to do it now?”

“Cheeky.” I pinched his thigh.

He jumped, his yelp of surprise melting into a low moan as my dick moved inside him. He clenched and rippled around my length, but he didn’t try to move again.

“Fine. No quiz.” I stroked the soft skin of his hips.

“Can I still have my reward?”

“If you’re good.”

He settled back against me, his body seemingly boneless. “I’ll be good,” he promised.

I kissed his neck, dragging my lips over his soft skin. “I know you will.”

The movie continued to play, but neither of us paid any attention to it. We both pretended, but I could tell Jett was just as distracted as me.

There was something profoundly intimate about being inside him like this. It wasn’t even about sex. Sure, it felt amazing to have him wrapped around me, and the warming aspect of it was true to its name.

But it was the closeness, the trust, that was making it hard to think straight and was sending my arousal into the stratosphere.

I couldn’t explain it, but what I felt for Jett was similar to what I’d felt for Wes when we first met.

I’d been drawn to him in a way I’d never experienced and hadn’t understood. I instinctively knew Wes was special, and I wanted him in my life in whatever capacity he’d have me. Friend, more, whatever.

That was what I felt for Jett.

The first time we hooked up had been about raw sexual energy and compatibility. But his shy smiles and nervous demeanor affected me in ways I hadn’t even been able to admit to myself. And I knew it was the same for Wes.

That connection had only gotten stronger the more time we’d spent together, and now he wasn’t just our coworker, a friend, or the guy we wanted in our bed. He was part of us.

Hopefully he felt it too.

I was so lost in thought I almost didn’t notice when Jett’s breathing changed.

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