Page 11 of Their Wicked Ways

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Page 11 of Their Wicked Ways

I couldn’t smell anything on his breath or body, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t had a few.

“Nothing.” He bucked into my grip. “I promise.”

“Perfect. If you still want this, you have a choice to make.” Jay blinked dazedly. “Do you want us to fuck you here, or do you want to come back to our hotel room?”

He flicked his gaze around the room. “Your hotel.”

Grinning, I pushed his dick against his abs and tugged his briefs up.

He moaned, his heavy-lidded eyes locked on my face as I did up his pants.

“We have a few rules you need to agree to before we go.” Ez rubbed Jay’s stomach soothingly. “First, no kissing. We only do that with each other.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Jay rubbed his cheek against Ez’s jaw. For some reason, that move made my stomach tighten with something that wasn’t lust.

“Second, this is a one-time thing. We’ll make sure you get home safe when we’re done, but we don’t exchange any personal info or do repeats.”

“Fine.”

“Third is condoms. We go bare with each other, but we suit up with you.”

“Yeah. That’s one of mine too.”

“Good boy.”

He widened his eyes at Ezra’s soft praise. Oh, he liked it.

That made two of us.

“The last is that we play safely. You always have the choice to stop things, and you need to promise that you will if you’re uncomfortable or you’re not feeling something. This is about having fun and pushing boundaries, and it only works if we’re all enjoying ourselves.”

Jay’s eyes softened around the edges at my words, like the last of the tension was draining out of him.

“Do you agree?” Ez asked.

“I agree.”

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Ez let go of Jay. He wobbled on his feet a bit, his face flushing adorably.

He was smaller than us, but not by much. He was at least six feet, with strong shoulders, thick arms and legs, and a trim waist. He either had a physical job, or he was a gym rat.

Ez and I had a type when it came to the guys we picked up. We liked them big and needy. Unfortunately for us, most of the men who had our preferred look weren’t submissive. They liked when we got them off but finding someone who responded as beautifully as Jay was rare.

Ezra handed Jay his shirt, and we all took a moment to get dressed.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Take that cock like the little cumslut you are,” a growly voice said, breaking through our little bubble.

Jay’s eyes darted to the left and landed on the couple a few feet away. The top was giving his partner the skull-fucking of a lifetime. His partner wasn’t hating life as he worked his cock furiously, moaning and gurgling obscenely.

“You want my load, boy? You want me to fill you up? Yeah, that’s it, slut. Show me what a good cumdump you are.”

Jay swallowed and tore his eyes from the couple.

He didn’t seem put off by the language. In fact, he looked…turned on. Was our new friend into degradation?

Brushing that thought off, I slipped my hand into Jay’s. “Ready?”




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