Page 42 of Their Wicked Ways

I wanted to see them as a couple. How they’d act if I wasn’t with them. If they weren’t going to fuck me, then I wanted to watch them fuck each other.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Ezra helped me stand, and the two of them led me to the small bedroom. Thankfully the guys had time to help me put my bed frame and other pieces of furniture together before they had to leave, but the room was cramped and filled with boxes and bags and piles of stuff I hastily packed.

“Sit.” Ez pointed to the head of the bed.

I scurried onto the bed and obeyed, sitting with my back against the wall.

“You can jerk off, but no coming.” Wes tugged off his hoodie.

I pressed the heel of my hand against my cock. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Not while I was this close.

Ezra grabbed a towel out of one of the open bags in the corner of the room and laid it on my mattress.

They turned toward each other. I settled back against the wall, my body tight with anticipation.

Their kiss was soft and sweet, filled with love and familiarity. My heart squeezed for a moment, a pang of loneliness interrupting my arousal.

This was a couple who’d been together for nearly a decade. They loved each other. They’d never kiss me like that. Never look at me the way they looked at each other.

Pushing those thoughts away, I focused on the men in front of me. I’d asked for this. I wasn’t about to let my wayward thoughts and misplaced loneliness ruin what would probably be our last time together.

Slowly, their kisses turned hot and hard. Their hands moved over each other in long, deliberate strokes and touches.

My stomach did a little flip-flop when Wes started undressing Ezra, pulling off his sweater and then his shirt. His dick was still out and hard. I moaned when Wes gripped him and gave him a few firm strokes.

Ez angled his hips away, pulling his cock from Wes’s hand.

“Too close.” He turned his face to look at me. Wes did too, pressing their cheeks together. “You did that.”

I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. I figured they’d ignore me during this part and wasn’t prepared for how much their hot looks and filthy mouths affected me.

“Clothes off and get on the bed.” Ez gave Wes’s ass a little tap.

Eagerly, Wes obeyed, stripping off his clothes in a blur of motion.

“On your hands and knees. Facing Jett.”

It was the first time either of them had said my real name during sex. I wasn’t even involved, but it shook something loose inside me.

I worried that even with all their reassurances to the contrary, they didn’t really see me and instead saw the role I fell into. But that wasn’t true. They wanted me, not just a third.

Wes did as he was told, his hard cock hanging between his spread legs. Ez knelt on the floor behind him.

I didn’t see when he started rimming Wes but could tell the second his tongue touched him by how Wes reacted. He sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as his cheeks flushed soft pink.

“Tell him how good it feels,” Ez ordered.

“So good.” Wes moaned and opened his eyes. “I love when you eat me out.” He gasped and arched his back, pushing his ass against Ez’s face. “Yeah, that’s it. So good.” He choked out a cry, his heated gaze never leaving mine. “More. Please give me more.”

Ez moaned and stroked Wes’s cock. Licks and slurps and kissing sounds echoed in the room, along with Wes’s soft cries and Ez’s contented groans.

The soundtrack was almost as hot as the live porn show in front of me.

My dick was so hard it hurt, my balls aching from being crushed in my pants. Desperate for some relief, I opened my fly and pulled my dick free.

Wes dropped his eyes to my crotch and licked his lips hungrily.