Page 100 of Their Wicked Ways

But I wanted it with him.

“That would be so hot.”

He moaned, his arms shaking as he squeezed my thighs so tight I could feel the start of bruises.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Speeding up the strokes on my dick, I cupped Jett’s damp cheek with my other hand. “First, Wes is going to finish playing with you. Then, when he’s done, you’re going to lay down and spread your legs for him.”

Jett was breathing so fast I was low-key worried he’d get dizzy. I pressed my lips to his to help ground him. His kisses were frantic and sloppy, but he was breathing better when I pulled away.

“Then he’s going to open you up and get you nice and ready for his cock.”

Jett rocked on his feet, pushing back against Wes’s mouth.

“When he’s done, he’s going to fuck you. But you’re not allowed to come.”

His muted whine echoed in the room.

“You will, but not untilIsay so.”

His eyes darkened.

“When Wes is done, I’m going to fuck you exactly the way you need. Until you’re so close you’re begging us to let you come.”

“Please,” he whimpered.

“Do you want that?”

He nodded vigorously. “Green. Yes. Please. I need it.”

“Stop.”

Jett’s face relaxed as Wes stood.

“Lay down.”

Jett took one step to the left, then sort of fell onto the bed in an uncoordinated heap.

More of those pesky feelings rippled through me as I helped him roll onto his back and moved him so his ass hung off the end.

“Ready?” I asked Wes, stripping off my shirt.

He closed the drawer to the bedside table where he’d gotten the lube and a strip of condoms. Tossing both on the bed, he lifted Jett’s legs and pressed his knees against his shoulders, opening him up.

Climbing onto the bed, I knelt at Jett’s head and held him in place.

“Ready?” Wes asked.

Jett nodded. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Wes wasted no time slicking up his fingers and sliding one, then two, into Jett’s waiting hole. He lay between us, panting and squirming, the occasional curse or nonsensical word falling from his lips every time Wes crooked his fingers to nail his prostate. Precum pooled on his belly and slid down his shaft in a thin stream.

“Does that feel good?” I asked when Jett looked up at me with wide, glassy eyes.

Wes stopped moving his fingers and held them deep in Jett.

He groaned and wiggled on them, shifting his hips and pushing back to try and force Wes to move.

“Does that feel good?” I asked again.

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