19. Wes
19
WES
“How about we try something different?” Ez suggested.
Jett pushed up on his elbows and looked between us. His dick was still hard and flushed red. My mouth watered at the sight.
Tossing the pillows aside, Ez sat against the headboard. “Come here.” He patted his lap.
Jett rolled onto his stomach and crawled over to Ez.
Ez took his hands and gently tugged him so he straddled his lap, his hard dick resting against Jett’s crease.
“Come here.” Ez gave me a heated look and patted the mattress beside him.
When I was sitting next to him, Ez leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss. “Ready to watch our boy ride me?”
I nodded.
“You ready?” Ez asked Jett.
“Yeah. Green.” Jett bumped back against Ez’s cock.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
He did.
“Now,” Ez continued. “This is what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to get my dick into you. Then, you’re going to ride me while Wes sucks you off and plays with you. But no coming. Not until I say so. Do you understand?”
Jett nodded quickly.
“Lift up and put my cock in place.”
Jett shifted and reached behind him. I leaned over so I could see him notch Ez’s dick against his waiting hole.
“Now, I want you to sink down on me nice and slow.” Ez rubbed Jett’s chest and stomach. “Take your time. I want to see every second of your pleasure. See how much you love having my dick in you.”
“I love it,” Jett muttered, sounding a bit delirious. “So much.”
“I know, sweet boy.” Gripping his cock, I gave him a few loose strokes. “He feels good, doesn’t he?”
“So good.” Jett’s eyes were glassy as he sank down on Ez. “Oh god,” he breathed when Ez breached him. His stomach tensed, and his thighs shook from the effort of going slow.
“That’s it,” Ez praised, running one hand down Jett’s chest.
Jett grabbed his hand and lifted it to his mouth. Blearily, like he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, Jett sucked Ez’s finger between his plump lips.
“Such a good cocksucker.” I rewarded him with a few more strokes. “You like being our boy? You like when we use you?”
Jett nodded, still sucking on Ez’s finger.
“Take a little more of me,” Ez encouraged. “That’s it. A little more.”
“Please let me touch myself,” Jett begged.
“Not yet.” Ez dropped a quick kiss against his lips. “Soon, I promise. But not until I say so.”
Jett huffed out a disgruntled sound and dropped down, landing on Ezra’s lap with a soft thud .
“ Tsk tsk tsk .” Ez clucked his tongue in mock disapproval. “Did I say you could do that?”
Jett’s eyelids flipped open, and a sly grin split his lips. With a deliberate look, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked on Ezra’s finger, then pulled it out of his mouth until it fell free with an audible pop .
“And what are you going to do about it?” Jett taunted.
Ez’s grin went wicked, and he slid his gaze to mine. “Our boy is feeling sassy.”
“You would too after getting your prostate pounded for the last twenty minutes.” With another grin, Jett lifted up.
Before he could drop back down again, Ez caught his waist and held him in place. “Brat.”
“Who, me?” Jett blinked innocently.
“Yeah, you.” Letting go of his cock, I leaned down and took him into my mouth.
His taste exploded on my tongue, and the sweet scent of his soap mixed with his deodorant made my head spin in the best way possible. My dick was down for the count after the mind-melting orgasm I’d had, but that didn’t stop it from twitching in a valiant attempt to get back in on the action.
Jett made a desperate sound and bucked up into my mouth. Or at least he tried to, but Ezra held him in place.
“Brat.” Ez’s low chuckle made my cock stir again. “Guess we’re going to have to mix things up.”
I popped off his dick and sat back.
Jett groaned and shot me a quick glare.
I couldn’t help laughing at his expression. He looked utterly and completely wrecked, and the effect was ruined by his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Now, you stay just like that while I fuck you.” Ez popped his hips up, thrusting into Jett. “You can only move when I let go of you. Got it?”
“Green.” Jett’s voice was nothing more than a moan.
Ez caught my eye, and the lusty gleam in them told me everything I needed to know.
It was playtime.
We spent the next few minutes working in tandem to drive Jett crazy. Ez took his time thrusting up into him, moving agonizingly slowly and ignoring Jett’s pleas to give him more or move faster.
I busied myself with teasing Jett’s dick, giving him random strokes that had no rhythm and were way too light to give him any sort of relief. While I did that, I alternated kissing them, moving between their eager mouths.
“ Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease ,” Jett moaned deliriously when Ez slowed down to a snail’s pace, then stopped completely, holding Jett in place.
Lowering my mouth to his dick, I drew him into the back of my throat and moved over him, sucking him off as Ez forced him to sit on his cock.
“I can’t,” Jett panted. “I’m too close.”
I pulled off him and sat back. Ez caught my eye.
“C’mere.”
Leaning in, I fit my mouth against his, giving myself over to his kisses.
Tentatively, Jett began to move, riding Ez in short thrusts as we continued to kiss like we didn’t have a care in the world.
When Ez finally pulled away, my head was spinning, and my dick was half-hard again.
Jett whined when Ez gripped his hips again, forcing him to stay still.
“One of these days, I’m going to make you sit on my cock for hours,” Ez said, his eyes locked on Jett’s. “You won’t be allowed to move or touch yourself. Not unless I decide you can. Do you like the sound of that? Being my cock warmer and my good boy?”
Jett nodded eagerly, his hips flexing as he tried to break out of Ez’s grip.
“Not yet.” Ez’s voice was soothing and soft.
“I need to come,” Jett whimpered.
“I know.” Ez tipped Jett’s chin toward him and looked deep into his eyes. “And you will, but not yet. Can you hang on just a little bit longer for us?”
Jett drew in a deep breath, then let it out on a sigh. “Yes.”
“Good boy.” Ez pecked a kiss against his lips.
“Good boy,” I repeated, giving him a soft kiss of my own.
Ez slowly rocked his hips, moving in and out of Jett at a leisurely pace.
“Please,” Jett begged dazedly.
“Are you ready to come?” Ez asked.
“Please,” he repeated.
“Lift your legs so your feet are on the bed and your knees are pointing up.”
Jett’s brow knitted in confusion.
Gently, I moved one of his legs into position, trying not to zero in on how he didn’t fight or even hesitate to let me move him around like a human mannequin.
Shakily, he got his other leg in place so he was sort of squatting over Ez’s cock as Ezra held his ass in place so just his tip was holding Jett open.
“Ready?” Ezra asked.
“Please,” he whimpered.
“Good boy. Now stay just like this, and you can come. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Green. Please. Fuck me.”
Ez shuddered, the first outward sign I’d seen showing just how close to the edge he was. Ezra had incredible control, but even he had his limits.
Planting his feet on the bed, Ezra leaned back and used his leverage to drive up into Jett, slamming into him so hard he bounced on his dick, even with being held in place.
Jett’s cry echoed in the room, and his hands scrabbled on Ez’s shoulders as he hung on for dear life.
Moving behind him, I knelt between Ez’s spread legs and slid one hand under Jett’s ass to help Ezra hold up his weight, then wrapped my other hand around his cock.
He fell back against me, his head on my shoulder and his hard body limp against mine.
“Yes, so good. Fuck. I can’t. I’m…oh god.” Soft cries and mumbled words fell from Jett’s lips as he gave himself over to us.
“That’s it,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re okay. Just let go and feel. We’ve got you.” I dropped little kisses against his neck and stroked his dick, my grip strong and my pace fast.
He turned his face and caught my mouth in a deep kiss. I kissed him back with everything I had.
“Come on, Jett,” Ez’s strangled voice cut through my haze. “Come for me.”
“Fuck!”
Jett came in an explosion of cum and cries, shaking and shuddering between us as he shot over my hand and all over Ez’s chest.
Ez let out a low growl as he came and slowly lowered Jett so he was fully seated on his dick, pulling him close for a deep, drugging kiss.
One of Jett’s hands grabbed my ass, tugging me against him and keeping me as part of the embrace. Sighing happily, I pressed my lips against the back of his neck, sandwiching him between us so he felt supported and safe as he rode the afterglow.
After a few moments of just holding each other, Jett began to shake and his skin went cold.
“Come on,” Ez said softly. “Let’s get you nice and comfy.”
Between the two of us, we lay Jett down and settled on either side of him. He curled into Ezra and put his head on Ez’s chest. I waited to see if he needed some space, but he reached behind him and grabbed my hip to drag me closer so I could spoon him.
We lay like that for a long time, giving Jett a chance to come down and for his body to regulate.
“Is that the subspace thing people talk about?” Jett asked eventually, his voice raspy and rough. “That weird feeling?”
“Yeah.” I kissed his shoulder, his neck, and his cheek. “It’s weird, but you get used to it.”
“I didn’t feel like this after the first time,” he said dazedly.
“That’s probably because you weren’t able to fully let go then.” I couldn’t stop kissing him, but from the way he kept wiggling back against me and nuzzling my lips, I knew he was a fan.
“Oh, okay.” He snickered. “You literally fucked me stupid. You know how people say fuck me so hard I forget my name? You did that.”
“You forgot your name?” Ez sounded absurdly pleased with himself.
“Yup.” He snickered again, still not completely with us. “I forgot everything.”
“How do you feel now?” I asked.
“Good. Floaty and silly, but good.” He made a snuffling sound and bumped his ass against my cock. “I wanna feel like this all the time.”
“Not sure we can manage all the time, but we’ll see what we can do.” Ez kissed his temple. “Do you want to lay here for a bit longer?”
“Yeah.” He nuzzled Ez’s chest. “But not too long. I’m sleepy.”
Ez lifted his head slightly. His eyes met mine, the question in them clear as day.
I nodded.
“Do you want to stay here tonight?” Ez asked.
“Here, like here?” He sounded a bit more alert, but still not fully with it. “Like in your bed?”
“Yes.” I kissed his shoulder again.
“So much yes.” He grabbed my hip and yanked me closer. “Wanna fuck again.”
“Soon, sweet boy.” I ran my hand down his side and over his hip, enjoying the chance to touch him like this. “After we’ve rested.”
“Fine.” He pouted.
“How about you and Wes have some snuggles while I get something to clean us up with?” Ez asked.
“Okay.”
Jett rolled off him and into my arms, tucking his face into my neck.
I held him closer as Ezra got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Water ran through the pipes, then he was back with a towel and several small cloths.
Between the two of us, we got Jett cleaned up and settled him on the bed between us.
“Are things going to be weird in the morning?” Jett asked as Ezra turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness.
“No,” I said simply.
“Okay. Good.” He yawned and snuggled into my arms. “I like this.”
“I do too.” My voice cracked as my chest squeezed.
“Me too.” Ezra pressed up against Jett’s back.
Jett turned his face to Ez for a kiss, then he was seeking out my mouth to kiss me.
After a few rounds of moving between us, Jett settled in my arms and promptly fell asleep.
I met Ezra’s eyes over his head. Even in the dark, I could see he was thinking the same thing I was.
Jett belonged with us.
Hopefully he felt it too.