Page 44 of Their Wicked Ways

Watching Wes come, seeing the moment he tipped over, was so hot I slipped my hands under my thighs so I didn’t finish myself off. But seeing how Ezra watched him, possession and lust and love shining in his eyes as he stared down at his boyfriend, dampened my arousal enough that I could string two thoughts together.

Ezra’s orgasm was a little less obvious but no less hot. His grunt was low and deep, his face twisted up in a mask of pleasure as he shook over Wes.

Wait.

Wes had come hands-free?

I’d seen it happen in porn, but after talking to Quinn and learning about the magic of editing and camera angles, I assumed it was just a porn thing.

My mind went absolutely blank when both men looked at me, their bodies still quaking with aftershocks.

We stayed like that, frozen in a tableau of debauchery. It wasn’t until Wes was a boneless puddle on the bed that he broke eye contact.

“Ready?” Ez asked me.

“Yeah.” I nodded eagerly. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I wanted it. Wanted whatever they shared with me.

“Sit on Wes’s face so I can get my mouth on your cock.” Ez pulled out of Wes and sat back on his heels.

“What?” I gaped at him.

I’d figured they’d tell me to jerk off, or maybe one of them would give me a handie. I’d get to feel both of their mouths on me?

“Do you want that?” Ez asked.

Wes rolled his eyes to meet mine and deliberately licked his lips.

Instead of answering, I scrambled to get my pants off, falling over a few times in my haste.

Neither man made fun of me or even acknowledged my awkwardness. When I was finally naked, I crawled over to them on shaking legs.

Ez helped me straddle Wes’s face. When I was in place, Wes gripped my hips and held them tight, anchoring me and tugging me down so his lips brushed my hole.

The cry I let out when he slicked his tongue over the sensitive spot was loud and half-crazed. Wes pulled me down harder, his tongue and lips doing things to my hole I couldn’t even comprehend.

The first time they’d done this, back in their hotel room, had felt incredible, but I’d been distracted by the looming promise of getting fucked.

That distraction wasn’t there this time, and I sank into the pleasure, letting it flow through me in waves of white-hot desire and need.

“You look so hot like that.” Ezra ran his hands up and down my thighs. “Riding my man’s face while he tongues your hole. Do you like it?”

“Yes!” I grabbed at his hands, needing something to ground me so I didn’t fly off into the stratosphere.

“Do you want my mouth?” He squeezed my hands.

“Please.” I squeezed back, needing that extra outlet as Wes ravaged my ass.

I was so close; my orgasm was right there. Could I come just from having my ass eaten?

Ezra’s warm chuckle broke through my haze. “Soon. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“So good.” I squeezed his hands again, this time to stop myself from grabbing my dick.

I was so turned on I could barely think. I needed to come.

Wes stabbed his tongue inside me and fucked me with it.

“That’s it.” Ez held my hands tighter, like he knew I needed more. Needed to come. “You like when my man fucks you with his tongue?”