Page 73 of Their Wicked Ways

I glanced at the shared wall to the bathroom.

“I’ll be quick.” Ez dropped to his knees in front of me and dragged the front of my sweats and boxers down, freeing my dick so it bobbed in the air like a divining rod. “Remember to be quiet,” he added with a wicked grin.

Ez gripped my base and gave me a hard stroke. Keeping his eyes on mine, he lifted his free hand and put one finger in his mouth, wetting it. “Spread those legs for me, my sweet.”

I obeyed, widening my stance as much as I could with my pants around my knees. My breaths came out in quick littlepants. I loved when he used that tone. It was low and raspy and intimate while still being commanding.

Without preamble, Ez swallowed my cock all the way to the root and sucked hard, rubbing his tongue against my shaft in that way he knew I loved.

I bit my lip to stop from moaning as he reached between my legs and pressed his finger against my hole.

Eagerly, I bore down and pushed back, forcing him to enter me fast and hard.

He pulled off my dick with a low chuckle. “So impatient.” He gave my tip a kittenish lick and dragged his finger over my prostate.

The sound I let out was a mix between a moan and a grunt—and was way too loud. The walls in the house were paper thin, and the running water wouldn’t do much to muffle things.

“Come on, baby.” Ez worked my prostate like the pro he was, his eyes burning with lust. “You like that? You gonna come for me?”

Gripping his shoulder with one hand to steady myself, I put the other over my mouth to stifle my cries.

He grinned and swallowed my dick again, sucking hard and moving over me at the perfect pace.

I rocked my hips, desperately chasing the pleasure as I drove my cock down Ez’s throat and slammed back on his finger.

Moaning around my dick, Ez shoved his hand into his sweats, his arm moving furiously as he jerked off.

My body tightened at the sight, pushing me closer to the edge.

The water turned off. I froze, expecting Ez to pull off me.

He shot me a wicked look and swallowed around my cockhead, rubbing my prostate exactly the way I needed.

I cried out against my palm, pressing hard to stifle the sound, my body giving in to pleasure as I rocked my hips again, resuming my rhythm.

Knowing that Jett was in the next room was hot, but not because I wanted him to overhear us or because he could walk in on us. Ez and I were exhibitionists, as the regulars of Envy could attest to, but that wasn’t what made this so hot.

It was knowing that he was in our bathroom, naked. It reminded me of the first time we met and what transpired in that hotel room after we’d all showered.

The fan in the bathroom shut down, but before I could worry about Jett leaving the bathroom and catching us, Ez groaned around my cock, the sound low and deep.

I looked down just in time to see him spill over his hand and onto the floor, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked me through his orgasm.

That was enough to send me over the edge, and I came with a matching groan, shooting down his waiting throat as my orgasm hit in waves, ebbing and flowing in rhythmic pleasure until it tapered out.

We stayed locked like that for a moment, enjoying the lingering afterglow, until the bathroom door opened, the clicking of the lock audible in the quiet room.

Gently, Ez let my cock fall from his lips and pulled his finger out of me. I let go of his shoulder, my legs still a bit shaky. Standing orgasms always hit harder for some reason.

Ez stood and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “That’s better,” he murmured, a cocky smirk on his lips.

I shot him a flat look as he pulled back. His smirk melted into a grin.

“Do you want to shower first?” Ez asked.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

With a knowing grin, Ez gave me another quick kiss and then left the bedroom.