Page 105 of Their Wicked Ways

When I was sitting next to him, Ez leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss. “Ready to watch our boy ride me?”

I nodded.

“You ready?” Ez asked Jett.

“Yeah. Green.” Jett bumped back against Ez’s cock.

“Put your hands on my shoulders.”

He did.

“Now,” Ez continued. “This is what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to get my dick into you. Then, you’re going to ride mewhile Wes sucks you off and plays with you. But no coming. Not until I say so. Do you understand?”

Jett nodded quickly.

“Lift up and put my cock in place.”

Jett shifted and reached behind him. I leaned over so I could see him notch Ez’s dick against his waiting hole.

“Now, I want you to sink down on me nice and slow.” Ez rubbed Jett’s chest and stomach. “Take your time. I want to see every second of your pleasure. See how much you love having my dick in you.”

“I love it,” Jett muttered, sounding a bit delirious. “So much.”

“I know, sweet boy.” Gripping his cock, I gave him a few loose strokes. “He feels good, doesn’t he?”

“So good.” Jett’s eyes were glassy as he sank down on Ez. “Oh god,” he breathed when Ez breached him. His stomach tensed, and his thighs shook from the effort of going slow.

“That’s it,” Ez praised, running one hand down Jett’s chest.

Jett grabbed his hand and lifted it to his mouth. Blearily, like he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, Jett sucked Ez’s finger between his plump lips.

“Such a good cocksucker.” I rewarded him with a few more strokes. “You like being our boy? You like when we use you?”

Jett nodded, still sucking on Ez’s finger.

“Take a little more of me,” Ez encouraged. “That’s it. A little more.”

“Please let me touch myself,” Jett begged.

“Not yet.” Ez dropped a quick kiss against his lips. “Soon, I promise. But not until I say so.”

Jett huffed out a disgruntled sound and dropped down, landing on Ezra’s lap with a softthud.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Ez clucked his tongue in mock disapproval. “Did I say you could do that?”

Jett’s eyelids flipped open, and a sly grin split his lips. With a deliberate look, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked on Ezra’s finger, then pulled it out of his mouth until it fell free with an audiblepop.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Jett taunted.

Ez’s grin went wicked, and he slid his gaze to mine. “Our boy is feeling sassy.”

“You would too after getting your prostate pounded for the last twenty minutes.” With another grin, Jett lifted up.

Before he could drop back down again, Ez caught his waist and held him in place. “Brat.”

“Who, me?” Jett blinked innocently.

“Yeah, you.” Letting go of his cock, I leaned down and took him into my mouth.

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