Page 18 of Their Wicked Ways

Jay’s hole relaxed slightly. I pushed against it and popped through his outer ring with minimal resistance.

“So good.” Ez stroked Jay’s cheek tenderly. “Now clench around him. Not tight enough to hurt, just enough it loosens you up. Good. Now let go and bear down.”

Jay did, and I slid in another inch.

“Good boy.” Ez tipped Jay’s chin up. “You’re doing so good.”

Jay made a strange snuffling sound and relaxed enough that I was able to work half my length into him.

“Holy fucking goddamn shit,” Jay panted. “Jesus.”

“You’re okay. We’ve got you.” Ezra stroked a hand through Jay’s hair. “Now, up on your knees.”

Jay hesitated, but he allowed Ez to gently guide him so he knelt between us.

“Do you want my hand or my mouth as my man gets the rest of his cock into you?”

“Mouth,” Jay answered without hesitation.

Ez shot him a sly grin and disappeared from my line of sight.

Jay cried out and pushed back on me. I stopped him so he didn’t go too far too fast.

“There you go.” I guided him so he drove back against me again, repeating the cycle until his ass bumped my thighs and I was fully sheathed in him.

“You’re doing good.” Reaching around him, I ran my hands over his glorious chest and stomach. “Fuck yourself on my dick while my man sucks you. But no coming. Not until we let you.”

Jay’s hips snapped back, and his ass slammed against my thighs. He let out another cry and dropped his head on my shoulder.

Holding him tight, I bit my lip to try and distract myself with a little pain so I didn’t come. My orgasm was right there under the surface, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over. Not by a long shot.

Looking over Jay’s shoulder, I caught Ez’s eye. He popped off Jay’s cock and got back up on his knees.

“You ready to get fucked?” he asked our new friend.

“Please.” Jay gripped my ass with both hands and squeezed hard.

Ez tugged Jay back onto his hands and knees. When he was settled, Ez sat at the head of the bed, his legs spread and his eyes on us.

“Give me a good show.” He spat into his hand and gripped his cock.

Gripping Jay’s hips, I pulled nearly all the way out of him, then slammed back in.

“Jerk yourself,” Ez commanded, his hand working his own dick as I drove into Jay again.

Jay’s arm moved under him as I fucked him as hard as I dared, my eyes flicking between him and Ez as he watched us.

“You look so hot taking my cock like this.” I ran one hand through Jay’s hair and gripped it tight. “You like being good for us?”

“Yes,” he moaned, pushing back and forcing me to go harder and deeper.

I shifted my hips so my cockhead stabbed his prostate with each punishing thrust.

“Oh god!” Jay shuddered.

“That’s it. Take it like the good little cockslut you are.”

“Fuck!”