Page 9 of Their Wicked Ways
He gripped my jeans tighter and let out a shaky breath.
I pushed the tip of my finger inside him. He clenched around me with a low moan but didn’t jerk away.
“That’s it,” I praised. “Look down at Wes. Watch as he sucks you off. See how much he loves it. How good you’re making him feel.”
Jay whimpered. I pushed in a little deeper.
“You’re so tight.” Slowly, I pulsed my finger, moving in a tiny bit at a time as Wes mouthed Jay’s shaft. “Imagine how good it would feel if this was my cock. If I was fucking you while my man sucked you off. You like the sound of that?”
“Holy fuck,” he panted, one hand gripping the arm I still had wrapped around him so tight my skin ached.
I pulled my finger almost all the way out, then pushed back in, dragging it over his prostate.
“Fuck!” Jay jerked against me.
“Open your eyes, my sweet. I want you to see it all.”
Wes’s lust-filled eyes met mine. He rubbed one hand over his crotch and whimpered around Jay’s cockhead.
“Not yet. You can come soon, but not yet.”
He popped off Jay’s cock with a wetpop. “Wanna come.”
“You will. But first we have to take care of our new friend.”
Wes grumbled softly, then swallowed Jay’s dick until it was pressing down his throat.
“That’s it. Show him exactly what that mouth can do.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Jay moaned, nearly boneless in my arms.
“You’d look so hot between us, taking my dick as you fuck Wes’s mouth with that big cock.” I kept my voice low enough that only he could hear me, fingering him in time with Wes’s slurps and sucks. “You know what else would be hot?”
“What?” He dropped his head against my shoulder and went even heavier in my arms. I adjusted my grip so we didn’t topple over.
“You on your knees for us. Do you want to get us off after we make you come?”
“I…fuck. Yes. I want that.”
“Such a good boy.”
His breathing hitched. Interesting.
“What would you like? Do you want us to jerk off over you and come all over your pretty face?”
He gasped and squeezed my arm tighter.
“Or do you want to suck us off? Take both of our dicks at the same time and work us with your hands and mouth until we come down your throat?”
“I need to come,” he whimpered. “Please.”
“You will.” I curled my finger and stroked his prostate.
Wes’s pleading gaze met mine. I nodded minutely, just a quick tic of my chin.
Time for him to have his fun.
His eyes went from desperate to feral. He stopped moving and held still.