Page 97 of Their Wicked Ways

He clung to Wes and whimpered softly, meeting him kiss for kiss.

Jett was the perfect blend of sassy and submissive. He took orders beautifully, and the way he craved direction and was so eager to please us was beyond hot. But it was just as sexy when he got impatient or teased us back.

Not wanting to interrupt them, I sat on the bed, never taking my eyes off their entwined bodies.

Jett broke the kiss and stared at me, his eyes wide and almost fearful.

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I like watching.”

Jett’s unsure gaze darted between us.

Wes toyed with the hem of Jett’s t-shirt. “He really does. I like when he watches me jerk off.”

Jett’s cheeks flushed, and he fixed his gaze on Wes.

“Sometimes he tells me what to do. Other times he won’t let me come until he says I can. Do you like the sound of that? Being watched and told what to do?”

“Yeah.” Jett licked his lip and glanced between us.

Wes tugged on Jett’s shirt. “Can you take this off for me?”

He whipped his shirt off so fast he would have looked like a blur if we’d been in a cartoon.

“Jesus.” Wes cupped his dick. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell he was appreciating Jett’s incredible body by the subtle way his head moved down, then back up. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Jett’s breathing picked up, and his fingers flexed at his sides, like he was stopping himself from reaching out.

“Go ahead.” Wes’s voice was back to that raspy purr that only came out when he was in a dominant mood. “You can touch me anywhere you want.”

His hand shaking with either anticipation or nerves, Jett pressed his palm against Wes’s pec and squeezed.

Wes let out a low moan of appreciation. Jett tweaked Wes’s nipple, making Wes jump like he’d been electrocuted.

“You like that?” Jett asked softly.

Wes nodded. “Yeah. A lot.”

“Where else do you want to touch him?” I asked in a low voice.

Slowly, Jett dragged his hand down and rubbed it over Wes’s crotch.

Wes groaned and pressed against his touch.

“What do you want, sweet boy?” Wes asked. “Do you want to suck me? Or do you want me to eat you out?”

Jett opened his mouth, then closed it.

“Use your colors if you need to,” I reminded him gently.

“It’s not that.” The corner of his mouth tilted up in a cheeky smirk. “I just can’t decide which one I want more.”

“So greedy,” Wes said with a chuckle. “Okay, sweet boy. You can have both.”

Jett licked his lips. “Can I suck you first?”

“If you want.” Wes’s voice held a note of teasing.

Eagerly, Jett dropped to his knees and worked Wes’s fly open with nimble fingers. Without hesitation, he pulled Wes’s cock free and stroked it.