8. Jett
8
JETT
Ez and Wes exchanged a look. It hadn’t been on the table as an option, but they’d asked.
I wanted to see them as a couple. How they’d act if I wasn’t with them. If they weren’t going to fuck me, then I wanted to watch them fuck each other.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Ezra helped me stand, and the two of them led me to the small bedroom. Thankfully the guys had time to help me put my bed frame and other pieces of furniture together before they had to leave, but the room was cramped and filled with boxes and bags and piles of stuff I hastily packed.
“Sit.” Ez pointed to the head of the bed.
I scurried onto the bed and obeyed, sitting with my back against the wall.
“You can jerk off, but no coming.” Wes tugged off his hoodie.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my cock. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Not while I was this close.
Ezra grabbed a towel out of one of the open bags in the corner of the room and laid it on my mattress.
They turned toward each other. I settled back against the wall, my body tight with anticipation.
Their kiss was soft and sweet, filled with love and familiarity. My heart squeezed for a moment, a pang of loneliness interrupting my arousal.
This was a couple who’d been together for nearly a decade. They loved each other. They’d never kiss me like that. Never look at me the way they looked at each other.
Pushing those thoughts away, I focused on the men in front of me. I’d asked for this. I wasn’t about to let my wayward thoughts and misplaced loneliness ruin what would probably be our last time together.
Slowly, their kisses turned hot and hard. Their hands moved over each other in long, deliberate strokes and touches.
My stomach did a little flip-flop when Wes started undressing Ezra, pulling off his sweater and then his shirt. His dick was still out and hard. I moaned when Wes gripped him and gave him a few firm strokes.
Ez angled his hips away, pulling his cock from Wes’s hand.
“Too close.” He turned his face to look at me. Wes did too, pressing their cheeks together. “You did that.”
I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. I figured they’d ignore me during this part and wasn’t prepared for how much their hot looks and filthy mouths affected me.
“Clothes off and get on the bed.” Ez gave Wes’s ass a little tap.
Eagerly, Wes obeyed, stripping off his clothes in a blur of motion.
“On your hands and knees. Facing Jett.”
It was the first time either of them had said my real name during sex. I wasn’t even involved, but it shook something loose inside me.
I worried that even with all their reassurances to the contrary, they didn’t really see me and instead saw the role I fell into. But that wasn’t true. They wanted me, not just a third.
Wes did as he was told, his hard cock hanging between his spread legs. Ez knelt on the floor behind him.
I didn’t see when he started rimming Wes but could tell the second his tongue touched him by how Wes reacted. He sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as his cheeks flushed soft pink.
“Tell him how good it feels,” Ez ordered.
“So good.” Wes moaned and opened his eyes. “I love when you eat me out.” He gasped and arched his back, pushing his ass against Ez’s face. “Yeah, that’s it. So good.” He choked out a cry, his heated gaze never leaving mine. “More. Please give me more.”
Ez moaned and stroked Wes’s cock. Licks and slurps and kissing sounds echoed in the room, along with Wes’s soft cries and Ez’s contented groans.
The soundtrack was almost as hot as the live porn show in front of me.
My dick was so hard it hurt, my balls aching from being crushed in my pants. Desperate for some relief, I opened my fly and pulled my dick free.
Wes dropped his eyes to my crotch and licked his lips hungrily.
Cautiously, I gripped my base. He moaned. I stroked my hand up to my head, squeezing so more precum welled up from my tip. Wes shuddered and swallowed like his mouth was watering.
Jesus, that was hot. I could add exhibitionism to my kink list.
The sound of plastic crinkling, then tearing, dragged my attention away from how Wes was staring at my cock.
Ez stood, spitting out a piece of a lube packet, and slicked up his fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he said in a soft, soothing voice. “Open up for me.”
Wes moaned, his eyes fluttering closed again.
I couldn’t see Ezra fingering him, but it didn’t matter because watching Wes’s reactions was ten times hotter. I let go of my dick so I didn’t come before I was allowed.
“That’s it, baby.” Ezra ran a hand over Wes’s back in slow circles, the other moving furiously behind him as he fingered him. “You ready for my cock?”
“Yeah.” Wes hung his head and arched his back. “Want it.”
Ezra pulled his fingers out of Wes and gently tapped his hip. “On your back.”
Wes flipped over, his legs spread wide. Ezra settled between his thighs and lay over him.
Their kiss was long and intimate and sent another of those unwanted pangs through me. I shoved it aside and traced my eyes over Ezra’s strong back, marveling at how their bodies fit perfectly together.
Ezra reached between them and shifted, then surged forward. He swallowed Wes’s cry and snapped his hips forward, fucking him hard and fast.
Holy shit.
The contrast between their long, deep kisses and the nearly frantic pace of Ez’s hips made my balls tighten and pull up. I tugged them away from my dick in an attempt to calm the fuck down so I didn’t come.
I’d watched a lot of porn made by models who were in relationships, but not a single one of those videos could hold a candle to seeing Ezra and Wes make love to each other.
“Oh fuck.” Wes raked his nails over Ez’s back. The red trails on his skin were way hotter than I thought they’d be.
Was I into marking, or just watching other people get marked?
“That’s it, baby.” Ez moved faster, snapping his hips hard enough that the crack of slapping skin echoed in the room. “You gonna come for me?”
“Yes, more.” Wes wiggled under him.
“You gonna come on my cock and let me feel it?”
“Ez!” Wes arched into him.
“You gonna take what I give you?”
“Yes.” Wes nodded and started pushing back to meet each of Ez’s punishing thrusts.
“Who do you belong to?” Ez practically snarled.
“You.” Wes clawed at his back, more of those red trails appearing on his smooth skin.
Ez lifted his head, his eyes locked on mine. “Who makes you come?”
My gasp was drowned out by Wes’s answering “You.”
“Come, Wes.” He buried his face in Wes’s neck and started whispering in his ear.
I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but by the way Wes shook and wiggled under him, his cries desperate and loud, I assumed it was more of his dirty talk.
Watching Wes come, seeing the moment he tipped over, was so hot I slipped my hands under my thighs so I didn’t finish myself off. But seeing how Ezra watched him, possession and lust and love shining in his eyes as he stared down at his boyfriend, dampened my arousal enough that I could string two thoughts together.
Ezra’s orgasm was a little less obvious but no less hot. His grunt was low and deep, his face twisted up in a mask of pleasure as he shook over Wes.
Wait.
Wes had come hands-free?
I’d seen it happen in porn, but after talking to Quinn and learning about the magic of editing and camera angles, I assumed it was just a porn thing.
My mind went absolutely blank when both men looked at me, their bodies still quaking with aftershocks.
We stayed like that, frozen in a tableau of debauchery. It wasn’t until Wes was a boneless puddle on the bed that he broke eye contact.
“Ready?” Ez asked me.
“Yeah.” I nodded eagerly. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I wanted it. Wanted whatever they shared with me.
“Sit on Wes’s face so I can get my mouth on your cock.” Ez pulled out of Wes and sat back on his heels.
“What?” I gaped at him.
I’d figured they’d tell me to jerk off, or maybe one of them would give me a handie. I’d get to feel both of their mouths on me?
“Do you want that?” Ez asked.
Wes rolled his eyes to meet mine and deliberately licked his lips.
Instead of answering, I scrambled to get my pants off, falling over a few times in my haste.
Neither man made fun of me or even acknowledged my awkwardness. When I was finally naked, I crawled over to them on shaking legs.
Ez helped me straddle Wes’s face. When I was in place, Wes gripped my hips and held them tight, anchoring me and tugging me down so his lips brushed my hole.
The cry I let out when he slicked his tongue over the sensitive spot was loud and half-crazed. Wes pulled me down harder, his tongue and lips doing things to my hole I couldn’t even comprehend.
The first time they’d done this, back in their hotel room, had felt incredible, but I’d been distracted by the looming promise of getting fucked.
That distraction wasn’t there this time, and I sank into the pleasure, letting it flow through me in waves of white-hot desire and need.
“You look so hot like that.” Ezra ran his hands up and down my thighs. “Riding my man’s face while he tongues your hole. Do you like it?”
“Yes!” I grabbed at his hands, needing something to ground me so I didn’t fly off into the stratosphere.
“Do you want my mouth?” He squeezed my hands.
“Please.” I squeezed back, needing that extra outlet as Wes ravaged my ass.
I was so close; my orgasm was right there. Could I come just from having my ass eaten?
Ezra’s warm chuckle broke through my haze. “Soon. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“So good.” I squeezed his hands again, this time to stop myself from grabbing my dick.
I was so turned on I could barely think. I needed to come.
Wes stabbed his tongue inside me and fucked me with it.
“That’s it.” Ez held my hands tighter, like he knew I needed more. Needed to come. “You like when my man fucks you with his tongue?”
I nodded, a strangled sob escaping my lips instead of the resounding yes I tried to say.
“Do you want to come?”
I nodded again. “Need to,” I gasped.
“Good boy.” His voice was a low rumble. “Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna ride my man’s mouth while I suck you. You’re going to use us to get off, then you’re going to come down my throat and on Wes’s tongue. We want to feel it. Want to hear it.”
Another strangled sob fell from my lips.
“Do you want that?”
“Yes!” I practically shrieked, my body tight and my mind spinning out.
Ez leaned down and swallowed my dick, but instead of moving over me, he held still and sucked his cheeks in. Wes loosened his grip on my hips, giving me some freedom to move.
Desperate for some relief, to finally come, I rocked over Wes’s face, forcing his tongue to go deeper and harder at the same time I pushed my cock in and out of Ezra’s mouth.
Ez did something with his tongue, rolling it around my shaft. At the same time, Wes switched to rubbing the flat part of his tongue over my hole, and I was done .
My orgasm exploded out of me with the force and speed of a freight train. My cry was shrill and barely sounded human as I writhed on Wes’s face and grabbed Ez’s hair to lock him in place so I could empty down his willing throat.
Holy shit. My orgasm just wouldn’t stop.
With my last shred of self-control, I let go of Ez’s hair and lifted most of my weight off Wes’s face so I didn’t suffocate either man.
Ez pulled off my dick with a gasp, a final spurt of cum landing on his lower lip. He sat back on his knees and lifted his hand to wipe his mouth.
Without thinking, I surged forward and kissed him. The taste of my cum exploded on my tongue. He slowed our kisses and helped me off Wes, using his strength to lay me on the bed next to Wes while my body was doing this weird thing where it wasn’t listening to anything my brain was saying.
Why was I shaking?
“You’re okay,” Ez murmured soothingly, laying on top of me like a weighted blanket.
My mind went quiet when he kissed me, so sweet and soft.
He pulled away and rolled off me, but before I could protest, Wes was there, his kiss deep, his body just as hard and warm as he settled next to Ez so they were both half lying on me.
They took turns kissing me, letting me float away on my little cloud of pleasure and happiness.
“You with us?”
I slowly opened my eyes, everything hazy and out of focus. I was on my side and cuddled up against Ezra with my head on his chest. Wes was behind me, spooning me with one of his legs threaded through mine.
How had I gotten here? Had I blacked out?
“I think so?” I cleared my throat. Why was my voice so scratchy?
Wes nuzzled my neck and pressed tighter against me.
“How do you feel?” Ez asked.
“Weird.”
Ez chuckled. His chest shook under my head, which struck me as ridiculously funny for some reason.
A laugh bubbled out of my throat. Then another one. “Why am I laughing?” I asked dazedly.
“It’s the adrenaline.” Ez kissed my forehead. “It can make you a bit loopy. Do you want to give Wes some cuddles and help each other feel better?”
Still out of it, I rolled over and into Wes’s embrace.
He let out a contented sigh and hugged me tight. I tucked my face under his chin and let out my own sigh when Ezra spooned me, keeping me between their bodies as he reached over me to rub Wes’s back.
“Just rest,” Ez whispered and kissed my shoulder. “I’ve got you boys.”
Wes mumbled something and hugged me tighter.
I relaxed between them.
Right now, I wanted to enjoy the intimacy of our embrace and ride out the last of the afterglow.
I could deal with the crushing reality that this couldn’t happen again later.