Page 10 of Their Wicked Ways
Jay let out a cry of protest but quieted when Wes let go of his hips.
“Fuck his mouth and my finger,” I said in a commanding tone. “Use us to get yourself off.”
Jay whimpered and snapped his hips forward. A high-pitched cry tore from his throat as he drove back on my finger.
“So hot,” I whispered in his ear, my eyes locked on Wes’s as Jay fucked his mouth like a man possessed. “So fucking hot.”
Wes’s eyes never left mine as Jay used us to get off. It didn’t make sense to most people, but sharing men brought us closer as a couple.
After almost eight years together, I knew him better than he knew himself. Wes was my other half, my soulmate, and my best friend. We were rock solid, and playing with others was a way for us to explore our kinks and have some fun.
“Wait,” Jay cried. “Stop.”
Wes pulled off his cock. I gently tugged my finger out of him.
“Are you okay?” I let go of him as Wes stood and took a few steps back to give him some space.
“Yeah, I just… I don’t want to come like that.” He looked around the crowded room, like he was only now realizing we were surrounded by other men in various stages of fucking and foreplay.
“How do you want to come?” I ran my hand down his strong back.
“I want to get fucked.”
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WES
“I want to get fucked.”
Ez’s eyes collided with mine as Jay leaned back against him.
He looked absolutely wrecked. His eyes were at half-mast, glassy and dazed, but not gone. His cheeks were flushed with color, and his bottom lip was swollen from biting it.
Ez arched his brow questioningly and wrapped one arm around Jay’s middle. His dick was hard and shiny with spit and precum. Ez stroked his other hand over Jay’s cock, making him moan and buck his hips. The visual was obscene—and so fucking hot.
“You want to get fucked?” Ez nipped at Jay’s ear.
“Please.” His dazed eyes met mine.
I flicked my gaze to Ezra.
Picking up guys and getting them off was foreplay to us, and that was usually where things stopped. We had our fun with a random, then went home to fuck like bunnies all night.
Then there were nights like tonight where we rented a hotel room so we had a place to bring a third if we found one we wanted to do more with. Fucking our thirds wasn’t somethingwe indulged in often, but the look in Ezra’s eyes told me everything I needed to know.
He wanted Jay as much as I did.
“Who do you want to fuck you?” I stepped into Jay’s space and pressed our chests together. His skin was warm and slick, and his pupils dilated as he dropped his gaze to my mouth.
“Do you want my dick in your ass?” Teasingly, I rolled the condom down his length and pulled it off, giving him a slow, loose stroke in the process. “Or do you want my man to rail you until you can’t walk straight?”
His eyes fluttered closed. “I want…”
I tossed the condom in a nearby wastebasket, then leaned in and pressed my lips to his ear. “Or do you want both of us to take turns with you?”
“Both,” he croaked.
“Such a sweet boy.” I gave him a nice, hard tug as a reward. “Now, how much have you had to drink?”