“Not yet.” I slid my hand through his hair, hoping to soothe him. “Soon.”
“It’s too good.” He squeezed his eyes closed, a whole-body shudder tearing through him. “It hurts.”
“I know.” I sat down on my heels and cupped his face. “We’re going to make it better. I promise. You just have to wait a little longer.”
His face screwed up in what looked like both pleasure and pain.
“Can you do that?”
“I’ll try. No promises.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Fair enough.”
A moment later, Ezra pulled his face out of Jay’s ass and wiped his chin.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Jay muttered and dropped his head.
I tossed Ez the lube. He coated his fingers.
“There you go. Relax, Jay. We’ve got you.”
He tensed at my assurance.
“Look at me.” I tipped his chin up with my fingers. “Do you want this? Tell me the truth.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Who do you want to fuck you first?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“You can tell us. You’re in control here.”
“You.”
I had the insane urge to kiss him. Not a real kiss, just a quick peck on the lips. But still a kiss.
Ez and I didn’t kiss our play partners, ever. It was the first rule we’d made after deciding to explore playing with others. I’d never felt even the slightest desire to kiss someone who wasn’t Ezra. Not once in my entire life.
“Oh fuck,” Jay breathed.
Snapping out of my daze, I glanced at Ez, who had his finger buried deep in Jay’s ass.
“I can’t wait until it’s your cock splitting his ass open,” Ez murmured as he slowly finger fucked Jay.
Jay gasped and rocked back against Ezra’s hand.
Ez grinned and slipped another finger inside him. “He’s going to feel so good.” He twisted his hand. Jay cried out in pleasure. “You ready for Wes? Or do you want three?”
“Three,” he choked out.
Ez obliged, working a third finger in and teasing him with slow, even strokes.
“Fuck. I’m ready. Now. Do it now.”
“Such a bossy bottom.” Ez pulled his fingers free. “Ready, my sweet?”
With a nod, I grabbed a condom off the bed and tore it open. Jay watched with heated eyes as I rolled it on, then slicked it up with a generous amount of lube.