Page 126 of Their Wicked Ways

He nodded, his expression serious, and carefully pinched it closed.

I took my time spreading the lube over his hole, running my slippery fingers over the sensitive skin until he was panting and shaking from the effort of staying still.

“More,” he begged.

Wordlessly, I pushed inside him. He groaned and bore down, opening up enough I could slide half my finger in on the first pass.

As much as I wanted to take my time and tease him until he begged for my cock, I was too far gone just from the foreplay.

Taking pity on both of us, I opened him up with one, then two fingers.

“Is that good, or do you want three?” I asked.

“It’s good.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “Want your cock.”

I had to pause at his words. It wasn’t just what he said, but how he said it, that threatened to push me over the edge. His thready, needy voice. The desperate, trusting look in his eyes.

Everything was too much, but not enough.

Steeling myself, I pulled my fingers out of him and wiped them on his sweats.

“Get between my legs.”

He slid off my lap and knelt between my spread legs.

Not breaking eye contact with him, I slid my sweats down around my thighs. My cock swung free and slapped me in the stomach.

Jett’s nostrils flared, and his eyes flashed with heat.

“Put the condom on me and get me nice and slick for you.”

Eagerly, he did as I said.

“Now, sit on it.”

He stood and did a half turn but paused, like he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Put your back to me and sit on my thighs,” I coached.

He slowly sank down onto my lap. I gripped his hips.

“Slide back. Little more. Good boy.” I rewarded him with a kiss under his ear. “Reach back and grab my dick so you can get it inside you.”

With a low moan, he gripped my base and lifted his hips.

He notched me against his hole and pushed down, but I slid free. He let out a frustrated sound.

“It’s okay.” I nuzzled his cheek. “This is an awkward position. Try again.”

The next attempt worked, and I had to bite back my moan as wet heat engulfed my length.

“Oh fuck,” Jett leaned back against me, sinking down inch by incredible inch until he was nestled in my lap and I was fully sheathed in him.

“Is it okay?” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

“Mmmmhmmm.” He wiggled against my thighs.

“What did I say about moving?”

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