Page 113 of Their Wicked Ways

I shuddered and pressed closer to him.

“But Ez won’t mind. In fact, he’ll want to hear all about it.”

“Really?” I tried not to get lost in the sensations as he kept teasing my hole.

I was still sensitive from last night, and the soft touch felt insanely good.

“Yup.” He pressed his finger inside me, then quickly pulled it out. “Do you want to try it?”

Lust clouded my thoughts, and I nodded.

“Lie on your side and lift one knee so it’s pointed at the ceiling.” He pecked a kiss against my lips and pulled his finger free of my crease.

It took some shifting, but I slid off him and rolled onto my side.

He flipped over and fit his body against mine, his hard cock only inches from my face. Gently, he angled my hips toward him and pushed the leg I still had on the bed back, getting me into the right position.

“Do you want my finger?”

I nodded, my eyes glued on his cock. I wanted it inside me so badly. My mouth, my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it.

“I need the word,” he reminded me.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to use lube? I won’t go deep, just enough to get to your spot.”

“No.” I gripped his cock by the base and squeezed. “It’s okay like this.”

Wet heat engulfed my shaft, and I let out an involuntary shout of pleasure.

His suction was perfect, hard enough to sting but not to hurt.

Not wanting to leave him hanging, I sucked him into my mouth, moving over his length in jerky bobs that were probably more annoying than they were pleasurable.

Wes didn’t seem to mind, and a moment later, he was popping off my cock and splitting my ass cheeks apart. His hot tongue ran over my hole in long, deliberate licks.

I nearly choked on his dick at the sensation. I loved having my ass eaten, and Wes was damn good at it.

I tried to focus on the blowjob I was giving as Wes alternated between sucking my dick and tonguing my ass. I managed to find a rhythm but lost it the second his seeking finger pressed inside me and stroked over my prostate.

The next few minutes were a blur of sucking dick and having my ass played with. I tried to hold off, but Wes seemed to intrinsically know exactly what I needed, and I came with a cry, shooting down his willing throat as he fingered me like the pro he was.

When I finally finished coming, I put all my focus on getting him off. I didn’t just want him to enjoy it; I wanted it to be spectacular so he remembered it.

Tentatively, I reached between his legs and cupped his balls.

He moaned and bucked into my mouth.

I rolled the soft globes in my hand a few times, enjoying the weight of them.

Would he be okay with me touching his hole? He was vers, but maybe he didn’t like ass play if he wasn’t about to bottom?

Taking a chance, I let go of his balls and ran the tip of my finger over his taint.

Wordlessly, he spread his legs wide and angled his hips to give me better access.

Pressing my finger between his full ass cheeks, I felt around until I brushed his hole.

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