7. Jett
7
JETT
“Are you sure?” I licked my lip, heat pooling in my belly.
“Yes.” Ez slipped his hand under Wes’s shirt and rubbed his abs. “Do you want us?” he asked, his lips next to Wes’s ear.
He shuddered and gripped the back of Ez’s thigh with one hand, his cheeks flushing pink.
The truth was, I’d never stopped wanting them. I’d spent most of my mental energy over the past month trying to act normal at work, but I was so frazzled and distracted by my attraction to them that I basically fell apart any time we were in the same space off-site.
I hated feeling so out of control, and the weight of the guilt I felt after every late-night jerk-off session where they’d played the starring roles in my fantasies had been eating away at me.
I didn’t even watch porn anymore, and I hated using toys now that I knew how much better the real thing felt.
For weeks, I’d ping-ponged between quitting my job so I never had to see them again and going back to Envy to find another random to hook up with so I could stop obsessing about them.
But neither of those were actually options. I liked my job, and I couldn’t do that to Quinn after he’d taken a chance and hired me. And as much as I was freaking out about living alone, it was time. I needed to get on my own two feet and start learning how to navigate the world as an adult.
But beyond that, the thought of hooking up with anyone else right now was about as appealing as wading barefoot through wet concrete.
I’d expected my first time with a guy to be weird and painful, kind of like ripping a bandage off. Once it was done and over with, the next time would be better.
Wes and Ez had tossed that theory right out the window, and I not only loved every second of what they’d done to me, I craved it. Something about having both of their attention on me and hearing the filthy things coming out of their mouths had calmed a part of my brain that never shut up.
The part that constantly questioned everything I did and second-guessed my every decision or action. The one that replayed the things I’d just said and analyzed every minute detail about someone’s reaction to try and guess what they were thinking.
The part that compelled me to just go along with all the plans everyone else made for me and told me the things I wanted were wrong. That convinced me there was something wrong with me for wanting them.
Being with Ez and Wes felt good. It felt natural and right, and it was the first time in my life that I’d been allowed to just shut down and feel. To let someone else, or two someones, in this case, take care of me and be in charge of not just my pleasure, but their own.
I wasn’t ashamed that I’d gotten off on the stuff they’d said to me, and I didn’t need a therapist to tell me I craved praise and affection because they’d been withheld and used as weapons against me my entire life. Even my thing with being called names or degraded wasn’t hard to link back to my fucked-up upbringing.
They helped me discover my kinky side, and I’d been exposed to enough sex-positive people since I left home that it didn’t really faze me. Millions of people in the world had kinks, and my friends weren’t exactly a vanilla bunch.
Hell, my boss and closest male friend was an ex-porn star and OnlyFans model who moonlighted as a stripper. I’d spent my entire life being told that people like him, like my lesbian aunt or my queer coworkers, were evil and depraved because sex was only okay between a man and his wife.
Of course, that glossed over the many affairs in my community and the questionable practice of marrying younger girls off to older men because it would benefit the parents. None of that was evil, but my boss jerking off on cam or one of my coworkers making love to his boyfriend was morally reprehensible.
After everything I’d learned about the real world and how fucked up my community was, I’d rather be a sinner than a saint. I’d rather live in a world where people were free to be themselves and everyone kept their noses out of other people’s bedrooms. I didn’t give a flying fuck what other consenting adults did during their sexy times. Why should anyone care what I liked?
Being with Ez and Wes again was a mistake. I could feel it in my bones, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. To stop what was about to happen because I wanted it.
I wanted them.
And I was tired.
Tired of giving a fuck what anyone thought of me. Of denying myself things that didn’t hurt anyone because of some rules that had been beaten, literally in some cases, into me by people who condemned others for the very things they did when they thought no one was watching. Of trying to fit into a role that had been assigned to me by people who saw me as property or as a piece on a chessboard.
I only had one life. It was time I started living it for myself.
“Yes,” I croaked, my voice not quite catching up with my mental conviction. “I want you.”
Ezra slipped the tips of his fingers under the waistband of Wes’s jeans. Something about that casual but sensual touch ignited a fire deep in my body. I wanted whatever they’d give me.
Wes crooked his finger at me, a seductive grin on his perfect lips.
I stepped toward him, my heart pounding in my chest so loud I could hear the whoosh of my blood speeding through my veins.
Strong hands circled my hips, tugging me the last foot so I sort of stumbled into Wes, our chests bumping.
I wasn’t a small guy, but I wasn’t as big as them. Both men were a little taller than me, but it was their wider shoulders and Wes’s barrel chest that made them seem huge compared to my leaner frame.
I loved it.
Loved feeling small and like they could wrap me up and keep me safe. Like they could shield me from all the things that constantly made me question my worth and my purpose.
Wes ran his hands up my sides, across my shoulders, and over my throat.
I shuddered when he cupped my cheeks. His hands were big and rough and full of calluses from work, but they felt feather soft, more of a whisper than an actual touch.
Dizziness made me sway on my feet. I gripped his sides tightly to ground myself. Ez covered my hands with his, connecting all three of us.
The shimmering faded from my vision, and all I could see was Wes.
He was gorgeous; they both were. His tanned skin, dark blond hair, and classic good looks reminded me of those football player asshats who made my life miserable at school. But his eyes were magnetic.
“Your eyes,” I whispered dumbly.
“What about them?” he asked softly, a little smile tilting the corners of his mouth.
“They’re pretty. Like amber bathed in sunlight.”
Wait, what?
I wasn’t that guy. I didn’t wax poetic about people’s looks or features. Or at least I didn’t think I was.
Wes’s smile went brilliant. “Wow. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Do mine next,” Ez said teasingly.
I looked up at him. His eyes were just as mesmerizing as Wes’s. They were the clearest gray I’d ever seen. Sometimes they looked like the clouds before a storm, dark and wild. Other times they were so blue they almost seemed backlit, and I had to remind myself that they weren’t contacts.
“They’re really nice too,” I said when nothing poetic or pretty came to mind.
Ez and Wes laughed, but it wasn’t mocking or mean. It was sweet and affectionate. I laughed too, marveling at the sensation of Wes’s strong chest shaking against mine.
“I’ll take it.” He squeezed my hands, pressing them into Wes’s sides. “You’re beautiful.”
Wes nodded. “So beautiful.”
My cheeks flushed hot, and my ears burned. Awesome. The patchy tomato look was totally adding to my hotness right now.
Wes ran his thumbs over my cheekbones. My brain quieted as little zings of electricity detonated on my skin everywhere they touched me.
Slowly, Wes leaned in, his head tilted to the side and his lips slightly parted.
My breath caught in my chest, and I closed my eyes in anticipation.
The first brush of his lips was nothing more than a tease. The next was a bit harder and firmer, but still far too fleeting. I opened my eyes. Was that it?
Wes smirked and held my face tighter. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to tell me who was in charge.
A whimper bubbled up from my chest. Yesyesyesyesyes .
His kiss was hard and hot, passionate but not messy. He was in full control as he moved my head, sweeping his tongue between my parted lips and short-circuiting my brain.
Holy shitballs.
I’d never known kissing could feel like this. How amazing it was to let someone else be in control.
When Wes finally pulled away, my head was spinning, and my entire body felt like it was seconds away from combusting.
“How does he taste, my sweet?” Ez murmured in Wes’s ear.
“So good.” Wes licked his lips. “You wanna taste him too?”
“So much.” Ez traced the tip of his tongue over Wes’s ear. “You want that?” he asked me.
I nodded, my answer way too quick and enthusiastic.
Wes slipped out from between me and Ezra, but instead of stepping aside, he fit himself at my back.
“Is this okay?” He pressed his hard dick against my ass.
“Yeah,” I said on a gasp, my eyes on Ezra.
He was just as gorgeous as Wes, but in a completely different way. His incredible eyes and dark hair were striking, but it was his strong jawline and full lips that brought him from hot to holy shit he’s hot status. Add in his tattoos and the eyebrow, nose, and lip piercings he wore when he wasn’t on-site, and he was one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen. And I worked with strippers.
Ezra placed my hands on his hips. I held on tight as he cupped my face. His touch was stronger than Wes’s, but still gentle.
“Such a pretty mouth,” he said in that low, raspy rumble that was way too sexy. “So full.” He dragged his thumb over my bottom lip.
I stopped breathing when he leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue over the path his thumb had just traced.
“Mmmmm,” he rumbled appreciatively.
Needing more, I tilted my head to the side. He let me, then slotted our mouths together and gave me a blistering hot kiss that sent my thoughts spinning and set my nerves on fire.
“Jesus,” I managed when he pulled away, still not completely with it.
“Do you have supplies?” he asked.
“Huh?” I blinked. I was supposed to answer him after a kiss like that?
“Supplies.” He pecked a soft kiss against my lips. “Do you have any?”
“Yeah.” My heart dropped into my stomach. I’d packed them, but I couldn’t remember which box I’d put them in. “But I don’t know where they are.”
Ez glanced at Wes behind me, his expression grim.
“You don’t have anything?”
The insane urge to cry hit. What the fuck?
“No.” Ez looked back at me. “We don’t carry condoms on us.”
“Because you don’t need them with each other.” I blinked, trying to cover up my disappointment.
“We don’t need condoms to have fun.” Wes dragged his cock over my ass. “Do you still want us?”
I nodded again.
“Do you want to put that pretty mouth to work?” Ez asked suggestively.
“Yeah.” I nodded again.
“What about you, my sweet?” Ez glanced at Wes.
“What do you say?” Wes asked, his lips next to my ear. “Do you want to show Ez what that pretty mouth of yours can do?”
Not thinking about what I was doing, I dropped to my knees.
“Good boy,” Ez praised.
Wes knelt next to me. “Give it to us.”
His eyes blazing, Ez undid his jeans and pulled his dick out.
I’d obviously seen it before, but I’d been a bit distracted by the threesome to really look at either of them. His cock was big and thick, with a flared head and a slight curve to the left. Precum bubbled on his tip. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him again.
Gripping his shaft with one hand, he cupped the back of my head with the other. “Open up if you want me.”
My mouth fell open like my jaw had been unhinged.
“Good boy.” Ez gently raked his fingertips over my head.
I shivered as nerves deep in my body lit up and sparked to life. Guess I could add having my hair played with to my ever-growing list of kinks.
Wes rubbed my ass as Ez pushed his cock between my lips. “So hot.” He gripped Ez’s ass with his other hand. “He feels good, doesn’t he? The perfect dick-sucking lips.”
Ez rumbled his agreement.
A part of me felt like I should be offended or put off by what Wes said, but the biggest part of me loved knowing I was turning them on, and they wanted to use me.
“Suck me,” Ez coached. “That’s it. Nice and hard. I like it when it hurts a bit.”
Oh, Jesus. Why was that so hot?
Wes ran his tongue up my neck. “Does he taste good, sweet boy?”
I shuddered at the endearment and made what I hoped was an affirmative sound since I couldn’t nod with Ez’s cock in my mouth.
“You know what I want?” Ez asked. “I want both of you. Want to see both of you work me over.”
“Do you want that? Do you want to suck Ez with me and show him how much you love being a cockslut for us?” Wes nibbled on my earlobe. “We need the word, sweet boy,” he whispered.
I pulled off Ez’s dick to drag in a gulping breath. “Yes.”
Ez angled his dick toward Wes. I watched in rapt fascination as Wes swallowed him down, moving over him in quick, measured bobs. I took in every detail so I could replicate it and give Ez what he liked.
With a low groan, Ez pulled his dick out of Wes’s mouth and let go of his shaft, letting his cock hang between us.
Surging forward, I swallowed him down, stopping when he bumped the back of my throat. I’d felt like a moron practicing my deep-throating skills on a dildo, but every embarrassing moment had been worth it to see Ez’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Holy fuck.” He carded his fingers in my hair and twisted them in the strands, holding on tight. “Fuck yeah. Suck me. That’s it.”
I had to pop off to breathe, but before I could move back, Wes was on him and sucking him with unfettered enthusiasm.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Ez’s thighs trembled, and his voice shook slightly. “So hot. Both of you. Want both.”
Wes shifted and fit his mouth around Ez’s shaft, sucking him from the side. Eagerly, I did the same, moving with Wes as we mouthed and sucked along his shaft.
Ezra pulled us off him with a low grunt and nudged our faces together. Wes’s kiss was hard and hot and messy as fuck. Then something blunt poked at our lips.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I gave myself over to the moment, kissing Wes and sucking Ez together like we’d always done this.
“Get your dick out.”
Ezra’s raspy command broke through my haze. Did he mean me?
“Show us that pretty cock of yours.” Wes nipped at my bottom lip. “You want us to suck you and get you off?”
It was a bit weird to hear my cock being called pretty, but I didn’t hate it. In fact, I liked it.
My brain was weird.
“Or maybe you want me to suck you and Ez to eat you out?”
“What?” I gasped, my head spinning in the best way possible.
“Do you want my man to suck you off while I tongue your ass?” Ez asked.
“Tell us what you want, sweet boy.” Wes ran his fingers over my cock. It pulsed painfully in my jeans.
“I want to watch you together.”