Page 21 of Their Wicked Ways

I watched, my entire body tingling, as Ez emptied into Jay’s mouth.

When he was done, Jay sat back on his heels and looked between us. Then he swallowed.

“So fucking hot.” Ez groaned and collapsed on me. I stroked one hand through his sweaty hair and reached out to Jay with the other. He let me tug him down next to us.

“So, what do you think of playing with a couple?” I asked dazedly.

Jay blinked a few times, then let out the cutest little giggle.

That set both Ez and me off, and the three of us laughed as we lay on the bed in a naked, messy heap of limbs.

Tonight was by far the best time we’d ever had with a third. And it looked like Jay thought so too.

4

JETT

What the fuckhad I done?

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I forced myself to pay attention to the road. I couldn’t remember most of the drive so far, and the last thing I needed was to lose control and crash because I was too busy thinking about getting double-teamed by the world’s hottest couple.

Jesus.

How the hell had I gone from dude virgin to getting fucked by two guys in one night?

“Go big or go home, right?” I muttered to myself, a weird-sounding laugh bubbling up in my chest.

My ass stung a bit as I shifted in my seat. Taking a real dick was so much different from using a toy. My threesome partners had been gentle with me, but I was going to be feeling it for a bit.

My threesome partners. Jesus fucking Christ. How had this become my reality?

I’d arrived at the club as nervous as a deer during hunting season, positive that my inexperience was written over my head in neon and I’d get called out for being a tourist or a lurker.

But that hadn’t happened. Everyone had been so into what they were doing that they barely paid me any attention.

Witnessing so many men being outwardly affectionate with each other awakened something in me. A hunger I hadn’t realized was there. Seeing strong male bodies pressed up against each other, watching them kiss and dance, turned me on so much because of how forbidden and taboo it was. At least for me and my sheltered ass.

No one else seemed shocked or even distracted by the hand jobs and even a few BJs happening right there in the open for everyone to see.

I’d never experienced that kind of hedonism and sexual freedom, and all the years of repressed want and need hit me in a swell of desire so strong it literally took my breath away.

Then I saw them.

I still couldn’t pinpoint why they’d drawn my attention over everyone around us. They were arguably two of the hottest men I’d ever seen, but it wasn’t their looks that distracted me.

It was how they held each other. The hot looks and roving hands. Their confidence and how they played off each other. I wanted that, even if it was just a taste of what they shared.

Ezra was the typical bad boy who was covered in ink, had multiple piercings, and the classic combo of nearly black hair and blue eyes that were so bright they bordered on clear gray.

Wes was his opposite, with golden hair, amber eyes, and untouched skin.

Both men were big and strong, with Ezra being about two inches taller than me and an inch taller than Wes. Wes had broader shoulders and was more heavily muscled than Ez’s leaner frame, and both were in fantastic shape.

But I couldn’t blame their looks on why I’d been so eager to lay down for them and practically beg to get fucked.

Or why I danced with them.

I honestly had no clue what would happen when I accepted their invitation to dance. I hoped for some grinding and maybe a frotting O, but the longer they sandwiched me between their bodies, so warm and strong and comforting, like being snuggled under a weighted blanket, the more I wanted.