Page 130 of Their Wicked Ways

Chuckling, Wes pulled Jett’s sweatpants down. His cock was hard and flushed, with a bead of precum sliding down the shaft.

Without preamble, Wes swallowed Jett’s cock, taking him all the way down to the root on the first pass.

Jett’s cry of pleasure was so raw and needy I had to grit my teeth and brace myself so I didn’t give in and start fucking him for real.

Instead, I gripped his hips and rocked him on my dick, sliding in and out of him in tiny, pulsing thrusts.

He was like a man possessed in my arms, wiggling and twisting as he tried to force me to go faster and harder.

“Ez,” he gasped, grinding down on me as his walls contracted and pulsed around my length. “I need…” He tugged on one of my wrists.

I let go of his hip and let him guide my hand back to his throat.

With a groan, I wrapped my hand around it and pressed down on his veins.

Wes moaned around his dick, his eyes on where my hand was gripping Jett’s throat.

“Come for us, sweetheart. Come for us and show us who you belong to,” I whispered in his ear.

“You,” he said on a strangled sob. “Only you two.”

He came with a cry, shaking and shuddering in my arms as he shot down Wes’s throat. His inner walls squeezed and gripped me, tipping me closer and closer to the edge.

All the while, Jett’s words echoed in my mind.

You. Only you two.

“Christ on a bike,” Jett mumbled dazedly.

Wes pulled off Jett’s cock with a spluttering laugh at the same time I huffed out a weird-sounding chuckle, still not quite recovered from the emotional rollercoaster of the last hour.

“Good?” Wes teased, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What’s a word for good that means amazing, but isn’t amazing?” Jett snickered, still in his happy place.

“Stupendous. Incredible. Fantastic.” Wes stood and leaned down to give Jett a soft, sweet kiss.

“All of those,” Jett said when Wes finally pulled away. He turned his face to mine, his lips parted and his eyes closed.

I slotted our mouths together, taking my time as I sipped at his lips.

“Still up for some more fun?” Wes asked when we finally broke apart.

Jett reached out to him. “Yeah. I might need some help getting up.”

Chuckling, Wes got Jett onto his feet. All the twisting and shifting wreaked havoc on my already frayed control, and I had to bite my lip to distract myself with a little pain.

“How about you two go ahead to the bedroom, and I’ll join you in a second.” I waved at my dick. “We need a time out.”

“Don’t be long.” Jett shot me a saucy wink and slipped his hand into Wes’s.

“Cheeky.” I pulled off the condom and tied it distractedly.

He blew me a kiss and tugged Wes down the hall toward our room.

Yup. I was utterly and royally fucked.

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