Page 93 of Their Wicked Ways

“I went to the club to seduce you when you said you just wanted to be friends. Then, when I didn’t see you, I just decided that you’d already found your toy for the night, so I was going to do the same. I was going to fuck a stranger because I was mad at you. I danced with that guy even though I didn’t want him. Who does that?”

“Someone who’s hurting,” Ez said.

“I do that too,” I said softly. “I get in my head about stuff, and it’s like it takes over. I don’t want to think about it, but I can’t stop. And my thoughts get meaner, and I convince myself that all these horrible things are true without any evidence.”

Jett chewed on his lip, his eyes big as he took in everything I said.

“Then I get this feeling. It’s hard to describe, but it’s almost like a compulsion. I have no control over what it is, and I usuallydon’t even want to do it, but it’s all I can think about. It’s like trying to fight smoke. You can’t catch it, you can’t push it away. You can’t get rid of it. It just swirls around, suffocating you until it feels like you’re going to tear your skin off if you don’t give in.”

Jett blinked rapidly.

“And when you do give in, it feels good for about five seconds, then the guilt and shame and whatever else hits, and you feel even worse than before and nothing is better.”

“That’s exactly it.” Jett swallowed. “I hate that I do it.”

“Me too. But it’s not your fault. You’re not broken or fucked up for it.”

He chewed on his lip, silence stretching between us.

“Do you want us to take you home?” Ez asked.

He shook his head.

“What do you want?” Ez asked.

“The same thing I wanted when I went to the club.” He licked his abused lower lip, heat filling his gaze.

My dick throbbed, and my body tightened.

Ez sat quietly for a moment, studying Jett intently. “And what did you want, exactly?”

Jett didn’t look away. “You.”

A wicked smirk slid over Ez’s mouth. “And what did you want us to do to you?”

He sat up straighter. “I wanted you to fuck me again.”

My cock went from half-hard to impersonating a steel pipe in about two seconds flat.

“Do you still want that?” Ez asked in hisvoice.

My balls throbbed, and my dick pulsed at both his tone and his words.

Jett nodded.

Using his foot, Ez pushed the coffee table that separated us back so there was enough room for Jett to sit on it, then patted the top. “C’mere.”

“Why?” He looked between us.

“We need to talk about boundaries and limits before we do anything.”

He hesitated but came to sit on the table in front of us.

“What do you want tonight to look like?” Ez asked. “Do you want it to just be sex, or do you want it to be like it was before?”

“Before,” he said quickly.

“How about Ez and I tell you the stuff we’re into, and you tell us if it’s something you’re interested in too?”