Page 8 of Their Wicked Ways

“He feels good, doesn’t he?” I asked Jay in a low voice.

“So good,” he choked out.

“Is he going to make you come? Are you going to shoot for us?”

“Yes.” He snapped his hips forward and shoved his dick down Wes’s throat.

Wes pulled off with a strangled cough, his eyes watering.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean—oh god!”

Wes grabbed Jay’s hips and held him against me, locking him in place, and swallowed him down again.

“He likes it rough,” I whispered in Jay’s ear. “Loves when you fuck his throat hard enough he chokes.”

Jay made a strangled sound and gripped the legs of my jeans.

“You want more?” I held him against me with one arm and cupped his firm ass with my other hand.

“I… Yes.”

“Are you close?”

“So fucking close.”

“Stop.”

Wes pulled off Jay’s cock, his lips folded in an adorable pout.

“You can finish him soon.” I sucked on one finger, getting it nice and slick. “I want to play too.”

Jay rocked his hips, his cock bobbing in the air as he moaned.

“You want my finger?” I trailed the tip through his crease, skimming over his hole and stopping just above his taint.

“Yes!”

Gently, I rubbed the soft skin of his hole. He shuddered as hot breaths sawed out of him.

I pushed against him, but instead of bearing down or relaxing, he clenched and jerked away.

Something about his reaction set warning bells off in my head. It was natural to be nervous with a new partner, or partners, in our case. But it was almost as though he didn’t know what to do.

“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered in his ear.

He shook his head.

“Get me some lube, my sweet,” I said to Wes.

He pulled a small packet out of his pocket and ripped it open. I held my fingers out to him, and he smeared them with the cold liquid.

“Tease our new friend nice and slow while I get inside him.”

Wes grinned at my command and licked a stripe up the underside of Jay’s cock. I returned my finger to his entrance.

He shuddered and clenched again; his body locked up tight. Slowly, I circled the pad of my finger over his hole.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I whispered. “I promise I’ll go slow. Take a deep breath, and when you blow it out, bear down and let me in.”