Page 43 of Their Wicked Ways
Cautiously, I gripped my base. He moaned. I stroked my hand up to my head, squeezing so more precum welled up from my tip. Wes shuddered and swallowed like his mouth was watering.
Jesus, that was hot. I could add exhibitionism to my kink list.
The sound of plastic crinkling, then tearing, dragged my attention away from how Wes was staring at my cock.
Ez stood, spitting out a piece of a lube packet, and slicked up his fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he said in a soft, soothing voice. “Open up for me.”
Wes moaned, his eyes fluttering closed again.
I couldn’t see Ezra fingering him, but it didn’t matter because watching Wes’s reactions was ten times hotter. I let go of my dick so I didn’t come before I was allowed.
“That’s it, baby.” Ezra ran a hand over Wes’s back in slow circles, the other moving furiously behind him as he fingered him. “You ready for my cock?”
“Yeah.” Wes hung his head and arched his back. “Want it.”
Ezra pulled his fingers out of Wes and gently tapped his hip. “On your back.”
Wes flipped over, his legs spread wide. Ezra settled between his thighs and lay over him.
Their kiss was long and intimate and sent another of those unwanted pangs through me. I shoved it aside and traced my eyes over Ezra’s strong back, marveling at how their bodies fit perfectly together.
Ezra reached between them and shifted, then surged forward. He swallowed Wes’s cry and snapped his hips forward, fucking him hard and fast.
Holy shit.
The contrast between their long, deep kisses and the nearly frantic pace of Ez’s hips made my balls tighten and pull up. I tugged them away from my dick in an attempt to calm the fuck down so I didn’t come.
I’d watched a lot of porn made by models who were in relationships, but not a single one of those videos could hold a candle to seeing Ezra and Wes make love to each other.
“Oh fuck.” Wes raked his nails over Ez’s back. The red trails on his skin were way hotter than I thought they’d be.
Was I into marking, or just watching other people get marked?
“That’s it, baby.” Ez moved faster, snapping his hips hard enough that thecrackof slapping skin echoed in the room. “You gonna come for me?”
“Yes, more.” Wes wiggled under him.
“You gonna come on my cock and let me feel it?”
“Ez!” Wes arched into him.
“You gonna take what I give you?”
“Yes.” Wes nodded and started pushing back to meet each of Ez’s punishing thrusts.
“Who do you belong to?” Ez practically snarled.
“You.” Wes clawed at his back, more of those red trails appearing on his smooth skin.
Ez lifted his head, his eyes locked on mine. “Who makes you come?”
My gasp was drowned out by Wes’s answering “You.”
“Come, Wes.” He buried his face in Wes’s neck and started whispering in his ear.
I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but by the way Wes shook and wiggled under him, his cries desperate and loud, I assumed it was more of his dirty talk.