Page 132 of Their Wicked Ways

He climbed over me with the grace of a predator, his confidence as sexy as feeling him lay over me, his hot body pressing mine into the bed.

“I could watch you two all day.”

Jett broke the kiss and looked at where Ezra stood in the doorway, leaning against it as casual as can be.

“You like it?” Jett asked eagerly.

“So much.” He slid his hand into his sweats and palmed his dick. “I love watching you give in. You’re so beautiful when you submit and let us take care of you. But right now, watching you take what you want, you’re breathtaking.”

“Do you mean it?” he asked, his eyes wide and his tone seeking. “When you say those things. Is it just sex talk, or do you mean it?” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“I mean it,” Ez said seriously. “Every word.”

Jett dropped his forehead onto my chest.

“Jett?” I asked softly, glancing at Ez. Was he okay?

“I’m fine. Just trying to make my brain pick a lane.” He sighed and pressed his lips to my skin.

“We can stop if you need to?—”

He cut me off with a kiss and bumped his hard dick against mine. “I still want this,” he said against my lips.

“Do you want me to get myself ready?” I asked between kisses.

“No. I wanna do it.”

Spreading my legs wide, I lay passively under him, enjoying his attention and the solid weight of him over me.

“Here.”

I cracked one eye open to see Ez beside us, the lube open and ready.

Jett lifted his hand so Ez could squirt some onto his fingers. Then he was reaching back between us.

The first swipe of his fingers over my hole was like touching a live wire. I felt iteverywhereand pushed back against his digit impatiently.

He chuckled into our kiss and kept teasing me. Circling his finger over my hole and tapping on it in a way that felt so good but wasn’t nearly enough.

When he finally pushed inside me, I welcomed him. Opening up to him instinctively as he tunneled his finger deep inside me and fucked me with it.

“Yes,” I encouraged. “Like that.”

Jett pushed off me and sat between my spread thighs, his hungry gaze fixed on where we were joined.

“You look so hot like this.” He worked a second finger into me and immediately curled them, nailing my prostate and sending little zings of pleasure through me. “All spread out for me and riding my fingers.” His heated gaze met mine. “I can’t wait until you’re riding my cock.”

“Jesus,” I groaned. “Do it.”

Jett looked up at Ez.

“How do you want him?” Ez asked.

Jett pulled his fingers out of me. “I want both of you.”

“How do you want us?” Ez asked.

“I want to rim you while I fuck him.” He looked down at me, then up at Ez. “Is that okay?”

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