Page 5 of Their Wicked Ways

“They’d see how perfect you are. How beautiful you look when you come,” I murmured.

Wes moaned and gripped my neck tighter. “Please.”

“Such a naughty boy.” I rubbed his shaft through his jeans.

He ground his ass against my dick. I closed my mouth over his neck and gently worried the skin between my teeth.

A prickle of awareness broke through my haze of desire and pulled my attention from Wes. I lifted my eyes, the movement instinctive.

Wes stilled in my arms.

A guy stood about six feet in front of us. The darkness and flashing lights made it hard to distinguish any discerning features, but something about him drew me in, and I couldn’t look away.

“Him,” Wes said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Your turn.”

Wes squeezed my neck.

The guy hadn’t moved. The entire club was dancing to the music, but the three of us stood still, caught in a feedback loop of awareness and something I couldn’t put my finger on.

Wes leaned against me and held his hand out.

The guy looked around like he was making sure Wes meant him.

My man swayed against me, moving fluidly to the sensual downbeat of whatever song was playing.

Wes had an innate grace about him that seemed at odds with his big, powerful body, and his sense of rhythm was next level. Watching him dance as he let the music take over and guide him was a sight to behold.

I held my man’s hips as he swirled them in time to the music, moving with him as he beckoned to the other man.

The guy took a tentative step toward us, then another.

I was better able to see him the closer he crept. He was gorgeous, with messy dark hair and a long, lean body. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones accentuated his pouty lips and classic good looks. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were in the dark, but the hesitant look in them pushed all my buttons.

Like us, he was shirtless. The colorful lights of the club danced over his skin, highlighting his defined pecs, muscular torso, and cut arms. I raked my eyes over his long, thick legs. He was stunning.

The man paused when he was right in front of us, then took Wes’s hand.

He didn’t look scared, exactly, but his trepidation was written all over his face.

Perfect. The shy ones were always the best time. Something about being the one to show a guy just how much fun a little group play could be hit all the right notes for me.

Wes draped his arms over our new friend’s shoulders and tugged him closer. He stepped right into Wes’s space, his gaze flicking from Wes’s face to mine.

Letting go of Wes, I gently wrapped my hands around our new friend’s arms, just above his elbows. He didn’t pull away. I took a chance and dragged my hands down his arms and over his sweaty skin.

His wide eyes locked on mine as I gently held his hands and put them on Wes’s waist.

Something flared in his eyes as I held him in place. I half expected him to pull away and run, but he turned his attention to Wes and tentatively started dancing with us, letting Wes lead as the three of us moved together.

He closed his eyes, but his posture was still stiff, his movements a bit jerky. Like he was trying to enjoy himself but couldn’t completely relax.

I let go of his hands. He flicked his eyes open and pressed his mouth into a tight line. He was nervous, but he made no move to step back or say no.

His gaze followed me as I moved behind him, circling my hands around his waist and pressing my body flush against his back. I paused to give him a chance to tell me to stop or pull away.

Instead, he bumped his hips back the slightest bit, dragging his ass against my crotch.