2. Ezra
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EZRA
The familiar notes of a ’90s dance tune I recognized but couldn’t name swelled around us. The dark atmosphere, punctuated by flashing lights and bursts of lasers, was disorienting and created a sense of blissful anonymity.
The crush of people on the dance floor swayed and grinded along to the sensual beat as they lost themselves in the music and enjoyed the momentary escapism of the club.
Envy was packed, but that was typical for a Friday night, even if it was early.
Tightening my arm around Wes’s waist, I ran my other hand through his hair. He melted against me, our bodies flush. He gripped my ass, pulling me tighter against him.
I grazed my lips over his ear. “See anyone who catches your fancy?”
He shuddered and turned his face to mine. “Not yet.”
I took his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. My cock, already rock hard and sensitive, rubbed against his perfect ass as he ground against me.
Letting go of his hip, I dragged my hand down his bare stomach.
“More,” he murmured into my kiss.
Groaning, I slid my fingertips under the waist of his jeans. “You want more?” I nipped at his earlobe and palmed his bulge. “You want me to pull out your dick and jerk you off right here?”
He moaned and dropped his head back on my shoulder.
“Everyone would look at you.” I kissed his hair and squeezed his thick erection through his jeans.
We both knew that was bullshit. Less than five feet away, a couple was jerking each other off, their dicks out and on full display as they rutted together. A few of the couples and triads around us were enjoying the show, but most ignored them.
Unlike the other gay club in the city, this one was known for its loose security and large back rooms. Not their drink specials or theme nights. It was the club you went to when you were looking for a little hedonism to go with your dance music.
“They’d see how perfect you are. How beautiful you look when you come,” I murmured.
Wes moaned and gripped my neck tighter. “Please.”
“Such a naughty boy.” I rubbed his shaft through his jeans.
He ground his ass against my dick. I closed my mouth over his neck and gently worried the skin between my teeth.
A prickle of awareness broke through my haze of desire and pulled my attention from Wes. I lifted my eyes, the movement instinctive.
Wes stilled in my arms.
A guy stood about six feet in front of us. The darkness and flashing lights made it hard to distinguish any discerning features, but something about him drew me in, and I couldn’t look away.
“Him,” Wes said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Your turn.”
Wes squeezed my neck.
The guy hadn’t moved. The entire club was dancing to the music, but the three of us stood still, caught in a feedback loop of awareness and something I couldn’t put my finger on.
Wes leaned against me and held his hand out.
The guy looked around like he was making sure Wes meant him.
My man swayed against me, moving fluidly to the sensual downbeat of whatever song was playing.
Wes had an innate grace about him that seemed at odds with his big, powerful body, and his sense of rhythm was next level. Watching him dance as he let the music take over and guide him was a sight to behold.
I held my man’s hips as he swirled them in time to the music, moving with him as he beckoned to the other man.
The guy took a tentative step toward us, then another.
I was better able to see him the closer he crept. He was gorgeous, with messy dark hair and a long, lean body. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones accentuated his pouty lips and classic good looks. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were in the dark, but the hesitant look in them pushed all my buttons.
Like us, he was shirtless. The colorful lights of the club danced over his skin, highlighting his defined pecs, muscular torso, and cut arms. I raked my eyes over his long, thick legs. He was stunning.
The man paused when he was right in front of us, then took Wes’s hand.
He didn’t look scared, exactly, but his trepidation was written all over his face.
Perfect. The shy ones were always the best time. Something about being the one to show a guy just how much fun a little group play could be hit all the right notes for me.
Wes draped his arms over our new friend’s shoulders and tugged him closer. He stepped right into Wes’s space, his gaze flicking from Wes’s face to mine.
Letting go of Wes, I gently wrapped my hands around our new friend’s arms, just above his elbows. He didn’t pull away. I took a chance and dragged my hands down his arms and over his sweaty skin.
His wide eyes locked on mine as I gently held his hands and put them on Wes’s waist.
Something flared in his eyes as I held him in place. I half expected him to pull away and run, but he turned his attention to Wes and tentatively started dancing with us, letting Wes lead as the three of us moved together.
He closed his eyes, but his posture was still stiff, his movements a bit jerky. Like he was trying to enjoy himself but couldn’t completely relax.
I let go of his hands. He flicked his eyes open and pressed his mouth into a tight line. He was nervous, but he made no move to step back or say no.
His gaze followed me as I moved behind him, circling my hands around his waist and pressing my body flush against his back. I paused to give him a chance to tell me to stop or pull away.
Instead, he bumped his hips back the slightest bit, dragging his ass against my crotch.
Stars exploded in my vision. I held him tight against me, molding my body to his as Wes pressed up against his front. He relaxed against us, one arm wrapped around Wes’s waist, the other hand gripping the leg of my jeans.
The song blended into another, this one slower and with a heavy bass line.
Wes slowed the pace of our dancing, guiding us in a sensual rhythm as we ground together.
Watching Wes as he danced with our new friend was affecting me almost as much as the guy’s hot body in front of me. I loved seeing my man in seduction mode.
The notes of the music blended seamlessly into an old pop song that had been heavily remixed.
Wes spun our new friend, reversing our positions so he was pressed up against the guy’s back.
The guy looked utterly wrecked. His wide, glassy eyes pinned me with a heated stare. His lips were parted, his chest heaving as he huffed out quick, shallow breaths.
Hooking my finger through his belt loop, I tugged his crotch against mine. Our dicks bumped and scraped together.
Oh yeah, he was as hard as me.
Sliding one hand down his sweat-slick chest, I traced my fingers through the line of hair between his belly button and low-rise jeans.
His eyes widened as he sucked in a shaky breath. I did it again. He dragged his tongue over his full bottom lip.
Gripping Wes’s hip with my other hand, I locked the three of us together in a tight embrace. Our new friend’s head fell back against Wes’s shoulder, his glassy, dazed eyes fixed on something off in the distance as the last of his nerves seemed to break. Strong, hot hands held my waist as he gave himself over to the music—and to us.
Wes caught my eye as we swayed together. I leaned around our new friend to press a kiss against my man’s lips.
He stiffened between us, the low rumble of his moan reverberating against my chest. I slicked my tongue over Wes’s bottom lip, then pulled back.
The guy stared at me, his expression an intoxicating mix of arousal and nerves.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his ear. “Want to come to the back room with us?”
He didn’t answer, didn’t move. “Only if you want to,” I said loud enough he’d be able to hear me over the pulsing music.
He swallowed, his expression shifting to one I couldn’t quite read. Was that fear?
Not wanting to overwhelm him, I let go and went to step back.
He tightened his grip, holding me in place, and nodded.
Wes let go of our new friend and spun him around. He grasped one of the guy’s hands, lifted it to his lips, and brushed a kiss against his knuckles.
I dropped back and followed as Wes tugged our new friend toward the back of the club.
Envy had two back rooms, and we bypassed the one with couches and high bar tables that people used to get away from the noise of the club and went into the one way in the back.
This room was devoid of any sort of furniture other than the odd garbage bin. Weak spotlights illuminated swaths of the room, while dim wall sconces added just enough light to the dark areas that you could walk around without running into anyone.
Couples, triads, and groups of men dotted the room. Some were under the spotlights; others had claimed darker patches of the wall.
The room wasn’t soundproof, especially since the door kept opening and closing every time someone came or went, but the thud of bass and loud notes of the music were muffled by the walls, amplifying the soundtrack of men enjoying themselves.
Moans and groans and cries rose and fell as we brought our new friend to a back corner. When we played alone, Wes and I liked to settle under one of the spotlights and add another dimension to our public play, but something told me our new friend wasn’t ready for that level of exhibitionism.
When we arrived at our preferred corner, Wes grabbed our new friend and pushed him against the wall.
He went willingly, breathing heavily as he looked between us.
“What’s your name?” Wes asked, his voice low enough that we wouldn’t be overheard by anyone nearby.
“J-Jay.” He swallowed.
“I’m Wes. This is Ez.” He ran his hand down my front and cupped my hard-on. “What are you down for?”
Jay blinked at us. “I… I don’t know.”
Pressing one hand against the wall next to his head, I leaned in so my lips were next to his ear. “Do you want my man to go down on you?”
He drew in a quick breath.
“His mouth is magical,” I rasped. “He makes me come so hard. Do you want to feel it?”
He nodded, his eyes half-crazed, and his cheeks flushed with color.
“Yeah, you do.” I nipped at his earlobe.
He jerked and let out the cutest squeak of surprise.
“You want to feel me behind you while he sucks you?” I asked, testing his boundaries.
He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but closed it and pushed off the wall.
I slid behind him and tugged him back against me.
“You want to taste him, my sweet?” I asked Wes.
He nodded eagerly.
“On your knees.”
He dropped down.
“Good boy.” I stroked my hands down Jay’s torso.
Wes pulled a condom out of his back pocket. Jay went still.
“You’re in control here,” I whispered in Jay’s ear. “You can stop this any time. Just say the word, and we’ll back off.”
He relaxed and sagged against me. Wes watched with eager eyes as I undid Jay’s fly and tugged his jeans open. He lifted the condom and tore the wrapper open with his teeth. Tugging Jay’s forgotten t-shirt from the back of his pants, I tucked part of it in my pocket to keep it from falling to the floor, then pushed his jeans and briefs down so they sat under his ass. His hard cock jutted out in front of him, long and thick and shiny with precum.
Wes stared at it hungrily and licked his lips.
“So big.” I stroked my fist over Jay’s length. His skin was hot and slick. He was a bit bigger than average, uncut, and the perfect size to play with. Wes was going to have fun with him.
Cupping his balls, I gave them a gentle squeeze. “So full,” I said in his ear. “I bet you taste good.”
“Oh god,” he whimpered, squirming against me.
I gave them one more tug, then let go. “Your turn, my sweet.”
Jay was practically vibrating between us as Wes rolled the extra-thin condom down his shaft. I stroked my hands over Jay’s body, rubbing and teasing him as Wes licked his lips in anticipation.
The shout Jay let out as Wes swallowed his dick sent a pulse of white-hot need through me.
“Oh fuck. Holy shit,” Jay panted and cried out, his body tight as a drum as my man worked him over.
Wes loved sucking dick, and watching him bring our playthings to their knees, sometimes literally, was one of my favorite things. The pride from knowing Wes was mine made every swipe of his tongue or long suck that much hotter for me.
They might have him for a night, but I had him forever.
“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.”
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 wet pop . “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.
Jay let out a cry of protest but quieted when Wes let go of his hips.
“Fuck his mouth and my finger,” I said in a commanding tone. “Use us to get yourself off.”
Jay whimpered and snapped his hips forward. A high-pitched cry tore from his throat as he drove back on my finger.
“So hot,” I whispered in his ear, my eyes locked on Wes’s as Jay fucked his mouth like a man possessed. “So fucking hot.”
Wes’s eyes never left mine as Jay used us to get off. It didn’t make sense to most people, but sharing men brought us closer as a couple.
After almost eight years together, I knew him better than he knew himself. Wes was my other half, my soulmate, and my best friend. We were rock solid, and playing with others was a way for us to explore our kinks and have some fun.
“Wait,” Jay cried. “Stop.”
Wes pulled off his cock. I gently tugged my finger out of him.
“Are you okay?” I let go of him as Wes stood and took a few steps back to give him some space.
“Yeah, I just… I don’t want to come like that.” He looked around the crowded room, like he was only now realizing we were surrounded by other men in various stages of fucking and foreplay.
“How do you want to come?” I ran my hand down his strong back.
“I want to get fucked.”