Page 133 of Their Wicked Ways

“Oh yeah,” Ez said at the same time I said, “Fuck yes.”

“Do you have any idea how to make that happen?” Jett asked with a crooked grin. “I’m having a bit of trouble visualizing how to make that work.”

“Grab a condom.” Ez patted my thigh. “And you get in the middle of the bed.”

Jett climbed off me and went to our bedside table while I crawled into the middle of the bed and lay back down, propping myself on my elbows.

“Put it on and get between Wes’s legs,” Ez said when Jett was back, a condom in his hand.

He lifted the condom to his mouth but paused, uncertainty replacing his earlier lust.

“Jett?” Was he okay? Did he need to stop? “Use your colors.”

“It’s not that.” He licked his lips, suddenly looking shy. “I got tested a few weeks ago. I have my results on my phone…” His confidence seemed to peter out, and he shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Ez tipped Jett’s chin up so he could see his face. “Have you thought about this before, or is this a spur-of-the-moment thing?”

“I went and got tested, didn’t I?” Jett smirked. “I’d say I’ve thought about it a time or two.”

“Cheeky.” Ez dropped his hand with an affectionate smile. “Babe?” He looked down at me. “Do we need to press pause and talk about this?”

I shook my head. “I don’t need to talk about it. I want it if you do.”

Another smirk tilted the side of Jett’s mouth. “Do I need to open this?” He wiggled the condom still clutched in his hand.

I shook my head at the same time Ez said, “No.”

He tossed the condom onto the bed. “Get me nice and slick?” he asked Ez with a sweet smile.

“Brat.” Ez poured some lube into his hand.

I fell back against the bed as Ez rubbed the lube over Jett’s length. I hoped to fuck Jett couldn’t see the mess of emotions wreaking havoc on my senses right then.

Going bare was the ultimate form of intimacy for me. And I knew it was the same for Ez.

Did it mean the same thing to Jett?

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind as Jett climbed back onto the bed with me.

“This okay?” He lay over me.

I hiked my legs up for him. “It’s perfect.”

“Can you talk me through this?” he asked, settling on me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I leaned up and pecked a kiss against his lips. “Just go slow at first, and it’ll feel amazing.”

Jett notched his cockhead against my hole. I bore down and gripped his hips, needing that extra connection. He pushed against me but didn’t use enough force to breach me.

“Go harder,” I encouraged.

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”

“I promise you won’t. Just enough to get inside me, then slow down. Okay?”

He nodded, his face grim with determination, and pushed forward.

I welcomed him with a groan, watching his face as he sank inside me.

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