18. Ezra
18
EZRA
“Still want this?” Wes asked, his voice a sexy rasp.
“Green.” Jett’s voice was clear, but I could sense the tension in his body.
I watched in rapt fascination as Wes and Jett stared at each other, their gazes hot and hungry. Slowly, Wes closed the gap between them inch by inch.
Jett lunged forward, catching Wes’s mouth in a deep kiss.
Wes moaned and cupped Jett’s cheeks, gently coaxing him to slow things down until their kisses were long and languid.
Jett blinked dazedly when Wes finally pulled away, their lips already red and kiss-swollen.
My dick pulsed at the sight, and I was reminded of the night they’d sucked me off together.
“That looked fun,” I teased, keeping the mood light.
For now.
“It was.” Jett dropped his eyes to my mouth.
“You want to kiss Ez too?” Wes ran his fingers through my hair and gently tugged on the strands, forcing me to angle my face up.
Jett nodded eagerly.
Our mouths met in a messy kiss. His enthusiasm, and how he didn’t hesitate to trust us, twisted something in my gut.
Using the same methods as Wes, I alternated between pulling away and nipping at his lips to gently slow our kisses down.
Now was the time for teasing.
Jett moaned and pressed closer, molding his body to mine.
Wes dragged his fingers over my scalp. I shuddered as tingles exploded on my skin and deep in my body.
Jett swallowed my groan and bumped his dick against mine with a needy whine.
“Patience, sweet boy,” Wes said with an amused chuckle.
His hand disappeared from my hair and slid between our bodies. I broke the kiss and looked down to see Wes cupping Jett’s cock.
Wes leaned in and put his lips next to Jett’s ear. “So big and hard,” he rasped softly. “You like kissing my man?”
Jett gasped and gripped my shoulders so hard his fingers dug into my muscles.
“Yeah you do.” Wes traced his tongue over the shell of Jett’s ear. “You want more?”
“Please,” he whispered.
Wes pressed a soft kiss against the skin under Jett’s ear. “Use your colors.”
“Green.” Jett’s voice was dreamy and soft. He was already slipping into his happy place.
Perfect.
Leaning in, I nibbled and kissed the other side of Jett’s neck. He gasped and tilted his head back, silently asking for more.
Greedily, I ran my hands over his body, slipping them under his shirt so I could tease his skin. He wiggled and writhed in my lap, gasping and panting as we took our time teasing him.
“Do you want to go to our room?” Wes asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah. Green. Whatever. Just yes.” Jett’s tone was impatient.
Chuckling, I pulled my face from his neck and helped him stand. He wasn’t all that steady on his feet, but he didn’t hesitate to take Wes’s hand and follow him to our bedroom.
I took my time trailing behind them. I couldn’t remember the last time Wes had taken charge like this, and I wanted to let him have his fun.
I’d have mine later.
When I stepped into our room, Wes and Jett had just reached the side of our bed. Without hesitation, Wes yanked Jett toward him and kissed him hard and deep.
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.
“Fuuuuuck,” Wes moaned and let his head fall back, his eyes closed.
Jett drew Wes between his lips, taking half of him on the first pass.
Wes tangled his hands in Jett’s hair. “That’s it,” he rasped. “You look so pretty on your knees for me. Like you were made to do this. You like being my cocksucker?”
Jett moaned around Wes’s dick and moved faster, his fingers digging into Wes’s thighs so hard they went white.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my dick to stave off my arousal. They were so hot together that I needed to remind my cock to calm down.
“There you go,” Wes’s tone flipped to soft and gentle. “You’re doing so good, sweet boy.”
Jett moaned again, but this time he slowed down, moving over Wes in long, even bobs.
Wes looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes filled with familiar need.
“You like that?” I asked, slipping into the voice that I knew drove him crazy.
He nodded, his lips parted and his breaths coming out in rapid bursts.
“Does he feel good?”
“So good.” Wes’s eyes flickered closed.
“Look at me.”
His eyelids flipped open, and his heated stare met mine.
“Are you close?”
He nodded.
“Stop.”
Jett and Wes both froze.
“Time to get your mouth on that sweet ass again.”
Wes’s expression melted into a sly grin, and his submissive persona slipped away.
Watching Wes explore this side of himself was incredible, and I loved being able to share this with him. To give him what he needed.
Just like Jett did.
Wes slowly pulled out of Jett’s mouth and helped him stand. “Do you want to get naked with me?”
Jett nodded, his normally pouty lips red and swollen and far too inviting.
Leaning back, I watched as Wes stripped off his shirt and Jett undid his belt and pants. Their jeans hit the floor with a musical jingle, then they stepped out of them.
When they were naked, Wes pulled Jett against him for a hard and dirty kiss.
“How about you go stand in front of Ez?” Wes said when he pulled away from the kiss.
Jett nodded eagerly and darted around him.
I loved how much he trusted us. How he never hesitated to let us take care of him.
He stood in front of me, naked and perfect, his cock already flushed and shiny with precum.
“Spread those legs for me, sweet boy.” Wes pressed up against his back.
Jett’s eyelids fluttered as he leaned back against Wes and widened his stance.
“I want you to look at Ez while I eat you out.” He pressed a kiss against Jett’s flushed cheek. “Let him see everything. How good it feels, how much you want it.” Another kiss. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. I mean, green.”
“Good boy,” I said, rewarding him for remembering his colors. “Do you want to watch me jerk off?”
He nodded, his eyes wide and eager.
“Let me hear the word,” I reminded him.
“Green.” He licked his lips.
“Bend over and put your hands on Ez’s legs,” Wes said into Jett’s ear.
Jett did as he was told. The position put his face only inches from mine and gave me a view down his body to where his hard cock hung between his legs.
Wes ran his hand down Jett’s back. “You ready for my tongue?”
“So ready.” Jett squeezed my thighs and spread his legs wider. “Please.”
Shooting me a wicked grin, Wes sank to his knees behind Jett.
I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew the second his tongue made contact with Jett’s hole by the look on his face and the sharp intake of his breath.
“Does that feel good?” I undid my belt.
“So good,” Jett choked out, his hands flexing on my thighs as his face twisted up in a mask of pleasure.
“Tell me.” Taking my time, I popped the button on my jeans.
“What?”
“Tell me how good it feels.” Slowly, I slid the zipper on my pants down.
“It’s good,” he stammered, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed.
“Yeah?” I pulled out my cock and gave it a long, slow stroke. “How good?”
“So good.” He dropped his gaze to my dick and licked his lips hungrily. “I never knew it could feel like this.”
I rewarded him with another stroke of my cock.
He flicked his gaze up to my face. “I want to do it to you.”
“You do?” My balls drew up, and my cock throbbed in my hand.
He nodded. “Yeah— fuck !”
Wes’s low chuckle tickled my ears as Jett’s legs almost gave out.
“You want to eat me out?” I stroked my dick slowly, my grip loose.
He nodded again, his hips bumping back as he tried to get more of whatever Wes was doing to him.
I was no stranger to letting Wes play with my ass, but I’d never once considered letting anyone else touch me there.
But I wanted it with him.
“That would be so hot.”
He moaned, his arms shaking as he squeezed my thighs so tight I could feel the start of bruises.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Speeding up the strokes on my dick, I cupped Jett’s damp cheek with my other hand. “First, Wes is going to finish playing with you. Then, when he’s done, you’re going to lay down and spread your legs for him.”
Jett was breathing so fast I was low-key worried he’d get dizzy. I pressed my lips to his to help ground him. His kisses were frantic and sloppy, but he was breathing better when I pulled away.
“Then he’s going to open you up and get you nice and ready for his cock.”
Jett rocked on his feet, pushing back against Wes’s mouth.
“When he’s done, he’s going to fuck you. But you’re not allowed to come.”
His muted whine echoed in the room.
“You will, but not until I say so.”
His eyes darkened.
“When Wes is done, I’m going to fuck you exactly the way you need. Until you’re so close you’re begging us to let you come.”
“Please,” he whimpered.
“Do you want that?”
He nodded vigorously. “Green. Yes. Please. I need it.”
“Stop.”
Jett’s face relaxed as Wes stood.
“Lay down.”
Jett took one step to the left, then sort of fell onto the bed in an uncoordinated heap.
More of those pesky feelings rippled through me as I helped him roll onto his back and moved him so his ass hung off the end.
“Ready?” I asked Wes, stripping off my shirt.
He closed the drawer to the bedside table where he’d gotten the lube and a strip of condoms. Tossing both on the bed, he lifted Jett’s legs and pressed his knees against his shoulders, opening him up.
Climbing onto the bed, I knelt at Jett’s head and held him in place.
“Ready?” Wes asked.
Jett nodded. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Wes wasted no time slicking up his fingers and sliding one, then two, into Jett’s waiting hole. He lay between us, panting and squirming, the occasional curse or nonsensical word falling from his lips every time Wes crooked his fingers to nail his prostate. Precum pooled on his belly and slid down his shaft in a thin stream.
“Does that feel good?” I asked when Jett looked up at me with wide, glassy eyes.
Wes stopped moving his fingers and held them deep in Jett.
He groaned and wiggled on them, shifting his hips and pushing back to try and force Wes to move.
“Does that feel good?” I asked again.
Jett nodded, still squirming on Wes’s fingers.
“You ready for my man to fuck you?”
“Green.”
“You ready for your turn at his sweet ass?” I asked Wes.
He nodded and pulled his fingers out of Jett.
“Suit up.” I jerked my chin at the condoms.
Wes picked them up and tore one free.
Leaning over Jett, I swallowed his cock, drawing him all the way down my throat. I gave him a few long sucks, then pulled off and settled behind him again.
Wes shot me a heated grin as he rolled on a condom. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?”
Jett whimpered.
“So good.” I ran one hand down Jett’s chest and tweaked one, then the other, nipple as Wes slicked up the condom.
“Still want this?” Wes asked Jett, rubbing some of the extra lube on Jett’s hole.
“Green.”
Wes angled his cock and pressed his tip against Jett’s hole. Slowly, he pushed forward.
Both men groaned when Wes breached him.
“There you go.” I ran my fingers through Jett’s hair as Wes pushed in deeper. “Stay nice and relaxed.”
He flicked his seeking gaze to mine.
“You’re doing so good.” I kept petting his hair, distracting him as Wes tunneled deeper in short, measured thrusts. “Such a good boy.”
A dreamy smile tilted his lips and he let out a little sigh that did things to my insides.
Gripping Jett’s thighs, Wes slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, moving faster with each thrust until he was pounding into him, their slapping skin echoing in the room as the bed shook and the headboard hit the wall.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, stroking his head. “You like getting fucked?”
He nodded, his chest heaving as his breaths came out in heavy pants.
“You look so hot like this, all spread out for us. Taking us so beautifully.”
Jett’s eyes glazed over as a low moan escaped his lips. He lifted one hand and reached for his dick.
“Did we say you could do that?” I asked.
He froze, then slowly put his hand back at his side.
“Good boy.”
I looked at Wes, admiring the way his powerful body flexed as he drove into Jett. “You want more?” Using my thumb, I spread a bead of precum over my cockhead.
He nodded and shifted so he was leaning over Jett, his hands on the bed and his legs spread wide so he could keep up his punishing pace.
Jett wrapped himself around Wes, holding him close and moaning up a storm as their bodies frotted together from the force of Wes’s thrusts.
Getting up on my knees, I angled my cock toward my man.
Eagerly, Wes swallowed me down, sucking hard and moving over me at the same speed as he drove his hips into Jett.
I ran my hand over Wes’s cheek. “That’s it,” I praised, trying to ignore how good it felt and how much the visual of watching him and Jett together was affecting me. “Just like that.”
“Oh god. Oh fuck. Jesus. It’s so…fuuuuck,” Jett moaned under us. One of his hands gripped my thigh, his nails digging into my skin.
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked Wes, carding my fingers through his soft hair. “You want my cock in you while you fuck Jett?”
He popped off me. “Yeah. Want it.”
“How about you give Jett some attention?” I suggested. “Have some fun until I get my dick in you.”
He immediately dropped his gaze to Jett, and their eyes locked as they moved together. Slowly, Wes leaned down, his kiss soft and slow. The sweetness of their kiss contrasted against the rough pounding Wes was giving him and made my entire body tighten with need.
Not in any rush, I climbed off the bed and went to stand behind Wes, enjoying the sight of his powerful body moving as he thrust inside Jett. I’d always had a thing for watching, and nothing was hotter than having a live porn show in front of me, especially when it was my boys playing together.
My hand froze as my thoughts skittered to a stop.
I didn’t understand it, but Jett felt like mine. Like ours .
Shaking off that thought, I ran one hand down Wes’s back.
He broke the kiss and looked back at me, slowing his hips to a leisurely pace.
“Do you want me to stretch you?” I asked.
“No. Want to feel it.” His eyes were dark with desire.
“Stop.”
With a groan, Wes froze. Jett whimpered under him.
“Do you still want this, Jett?” I asked, scooping up the lube and flipping the cap.
“Green.” His voice was clear. He was still with us.
“Ready?” I rubbed some lube onto my aching cock.
Wes nodded.
“I want you to look at Jett. Let him see it. See how much you love being between us. How good it feels to be inside him while I fuck both of you.”
With a shudder, Wes settled on Jett, his body nearly boneless.
I rubbed a little bit of lube onto Wes’s waiting hole and got into position behind him.
Pressing my tip against him, I dipped in just the slightest bit, barely breaching him, then pulled out.
He moaned and spread his legs wider.
I repeated the move, pushing a bit deeper until I could bury my cockhead inside him.
Wes clenched around me, his hips twitching and his muscles tight.
Jett whimpered under him but didn’t move.
“Fuck yourself on my cock.” I stroked my palms over his ass and spread his cheeks apart so I could enjoy every second of watching my dick sliding in and out of him.
With another moan, Wes rocked on my dick as he took a little more of me on each pass.
“So good,” I praised when the last inch of me disappeared inside him. “Now, take what you need from me.”
Wes groaned and slammed back on my cock, then thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Jett.
Jett’s cry of pleasure reverberated in the room—and deep inside me—as Wes moved between us, his pace frantic and his moans loud.
“There you go.” Gripping his hips, I gave him a little boost, helping him move faster and harder. “Just like that. Make yourselves feel good.”
“Fuck.” He buried his face in Jett’s neck.
Jett clung to him, his eyes closed and his mouth slack with pleasure.
After a few minutes, Wes’s rhythm faltered, and his legs began to shake.
“You ready to get fucked?” I asked them.
“Yes.” Wes collapsed on Jett, his body heavy and limp.
“Jett?”
“Please,” he moaned. “Green.”
Holding Wes in place, I pulled almost all the way out of him, then slammed back in, forcing him deeper inside Jett.
They moaned and cried out as I fucked them as hard and fast as I dared. Wes liked it rough, but I couldn’t risk losing control, not when it was my responsibility to keep a level head and make sure everyone enjoyed this.
Keeping my focus on the men under me, I kept up my punishing pace until the threat of my orgasm was too close to ignore.
Wes’s ass clenched around me as his breathing picked up and his cries grew in volume.
“Are you close?” Letting go of one hip, I gripped his shoulder and used it for extra leverage so I could get even deeper inside him.
“So close,” Wes choked out.
“You want to come?”
“Please.”
“Jett, do you remember what I said about coming?” I urged.
“You said don’t.” His voice was just as wrecked as Wes’s.
“That’s right,” I said, breathing as heavily as they were. “Now, I’m going to fuck Wes until it’s time for him to come, but you’re not allowed. Not yet. Not until I get my dick in you. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Green.”
Leaning over them, I pressed a kiss against the back of Wes’s neck, then pecked a quick kiss against Jett’s lips. “Good boy.”
“Ready?” I asked Wes.
He moaned and clenched around me.
Drawing in a deep breath to steel myself against my orgasm, I used my grip on him to pull Wes against me with each thrust, forcing him to fuck Jett and not just rock inside him.
Wes turned his head and captured Jett’s mouth in a deep kiss as he found the rhythm and moved with me, fucking himself on my cock as we both fucked Jett.
“Come for me, Wes,” I rasped. “Come deep inside him and let me feel it.”
Wes shuddered under me, his ass clenching and rippling around my dick as he came with a shout.
I slowed my pace until I was still, giving him a chance to enjoy the afterglow and for his body to regulate again.
“So good.” I leaned over them again and kissed Wes’s neck, his cheek, then his shoulder. “Good boy.” I caught Jett’s lips in a deep kiss.
He moaned, the sound impatient and strained.
We stayed like that until Wes pushed up on his hands, telling me he was ready to play again.
Slowly, I pulled my cock out of him and helped him climb off Jett.
“Good?” I asked teasingly, steadying him on shaking legs.
He gave me a goofy grin. “You could say that.”
“How about you go lay next to our boy and give him some kisses while I suit up?”
With another silly smile, Wes climbed onto the bed and lay next to Jett.
Jett rolled toward him and pressed their bodies together, his mouth eager and ready for Wes’s kiss. Wes pulled one of Jett’s legs over his hip, fitting their lower bodies together. Jett whimpered and frotted against him.
They were beautiful together. Jett’s long, lean body fit perfectly against Wes’s bigger, broader one, but it was how they touched each other that brought everything to the next level.
Giving them a chance to enjoy the intimacy, I picked up a condom and tore it open.
Their touches were soft and reverent, their kisses deep and drugging. The kind of kiss you shared with someone you cared about. A kiss of intimacy and familiarity.
If there was ever a moment when I could feel jealous, it would be this one. Seeing Wes kiss Jett the way he’d only ever kissed me should have bothered me.
Instead, all I felt was desire.
Giving them some time together, I rolled the condom on. When it was in place, I slicked it up with some lube, then tossed the bottle aside.
Wes pulled back from the kiss and looked at me, his eyes clear and a genuine smile on his lips.
He was with us again.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?” I asked Jett.
He nodded and rolled onto his back, his legs already spread wide.
“How about we try something different?”