20. Jett
20
JETT
The pillow under my head smelled nice.
That was my first thought as I slowly climbed out of sleep.
The next was that I seemed to have acquired a human-sized body pillow at some point in the night, and it was pressed up against my back.
Confused, I blinked my eyes open.
I wasn’t laying on a pillow, and I didn’t have another behind me.
I was in Wes and Ez’s bed, snuggled between them with my head on Ez’s chest and Wes spooning me from behind.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Ez’s amused chuckle tickled my ear as strong fingers ran through my hair.
“Morning,” I mumbled, fighting the urge to go back to sleep and enjoy being in their embrace.
Just as I closed my eyes again, the events of last night came back to me in a rush.
Going to the club, the guys on the dance floor, running into Ez and Wes.
More memories cascaded around in my mind. Talking with them, asking them to fuck me, and getting the best dick of my life. Which was also the only dick I’d ever had.
I snickered into Ez’s chest.
“Something funny?” Wes asked, his breath warm against my neck and shoulder.
“Not really.” I cleared my throat. “I was just thinking that you guys gave me the best dick of my life last night, but you’re the only dick I’ve had, so how do I know it’s that good?”
Wes pinched my ass. “Cheeky.”
I yelped at the unexpected move.
“How do you feel?” Ez asked, his voice a deep rumble that made me want to stay exactly where I was.
“Fine.” I paused, taking stock of my body. “My ass feels a bit weird.”
Wes laughed. “In a bad way, or a good one?”
“Good.”
Shaking off the last of my sleepiness, I was hit with the weirdest sensation. It wasn’t dread or anything negative, per se, but it felt strange. Instead of being restless or feeling off-kilter like I did most mornings, I felt calm.
My mind was mostly quiet, and my body was warm and relaxed.
When was the last time I’d started my day feeling safe and secure and comfortable?
Little snippets from our conversation last night filtered between the flashbacks of the incredible sex we’d had.
They’d asked me to be their boyfriend.
Had that been real? Had they meant it? Or was it just something they’d said because they felt bad for confusing the hell out of me?
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Ez asked. “I can practically hear the gears grinding.”
“Nothing.” Pushing those thoughts aside, I pressed a kiss against his strong pec. I didn’t want to think about that right now. I just wanted to enjoy waking up with someone, or two someones, for the first time in forever.
“Are you sure? Is there anything that happened last night that you want to talk about? Anything that was too much or went too far?” Wes ran his hand over my hip, then gently rubbed my stomach.
“No. I loved every second of it.”
“Same.” Wes dropped a kiss on my shoulder.
“Me too. Are you hungry?” Ez asked.
I was about to tell him no, but my stomach growled, almost on cue.
Both men laughed softly.
“I take it that’s a yes.” Ez gently tipped my chin up so I was looking at him. “How about you get some morning snuggles in with Wes, and I’ll go make us something to eat?”
“Yeah, okay.” My cheeks felt hot.
Was I seriously blushing because Ez was going to make us breakfast?
I’d turned into a whimpering, blubbering mess on their cocks last night and begged them to fuck me, but I was getting all weird about us sharing a meal together?
Ez smiled. God damn, he was beautiful.
Ezra was hot. There was no question. His broody smolder could bring me to my knees on a good day. But right then, with his messy bedhead and little creases from his pillow on his cheek softening his features, he was beautiful.
I let my eyes flutter closed as he leaned closer, anticipating his kiss.
It was just as soft and sweet as I expected, and my head was spinning when he finally pulled back.
“C’mere.” Wes gave my hip a little tug as Ez propped up on his elbows.
Awkwardly, I rolled to face Wes.
“Hi.” He brushed a lock of hair back from my forehead with a tender smile.
“Hi.”
Awesome, now my ears were hot. Hopefully my face wasn’t as red as it felt.
The bed dipped as Ezra got up, and a moment later, I heard a drawer open and close. Then there was only silence.
Wrapping his arms around me, Wes pulled me against his firm body and held me close.
I melted against him.
I’d never been a fan of sharing a bed, or of prolonged cuddles. But I liked it with them.
Maybe that was because I was the one being cuddled and not the other way around?
“You sure you’re okay?” Wes asked, tracing his amber eyes over my face.
“Yeah.” I thread one of my legs between his to get even closer. “I’m good.” I studied him for a moment. “Are you?”
Wes gave me a sleepy smile, and my breath caught for the second time in as many minutes.
Sleepy Wes was just as hot as sleepy Ezra, but it was the intimacy of the moment that hit hard.
This was how they woke up together every morning. I didn’t feel like an interloper, not exactly, but I couldn’t shake the niggle of unease in the back of my mind.
“What’s going on?” Wes asked softly. “Do you want some space?”
“No.” I held him tighter. “I want to stay just like this.”
“I think that can be arranged.” Wes let out a happy-sounding rumble deep in his chest as his arms tightened around me. “This is nice.”
“It is.” I licked my dry lips. “Do you and Ez sleep like that every night?”
“Well, it’s usually just the two of us, so no.” Amusement tinged his voice.
“I didn’t mean it that way.” I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it.
He huffed out a laugh and kissed my hair. “I know. I was just being cheeky. Do you mean to ask if we usually cuddle when we sleep?”
I nodded against him.
“Not really.” He ran his hand over my back in soothing circles. “Usually we start the night cuddling, but we wake up on opposite sides of the bed. Other nights, we fall asleep separately but wake up cuddling.” He rested his hand against my lower back and ran it down to cup my ass. “But most nights, we sleep like MMA fighters.”
I barked out an involuntary laugh. “MMA fighters?”
“Yup.” He squeezed my ass hard, then resumed rubbing my back. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve woken up because Ez kneed me in the ass or punched me in the face while he was rolling around. And I’ve done even worse to him.”
“Worse than a knee in the ass or getting punched in the face?” I asked incredulously.
“I’ve given him a few elbows to the face that have left marks. One time I kneed him in the balls.”
I winced in sympathy pain.
“But in my defense, that was when we had to share a double bed. There’s not a lot of clearance in one of those when you’re both over six feet.”
“True.” I tried not to picture them rolling around and beating each other up in a tiny bed as they slept. “I imagine that would be a tight fit.”
“Are you usually a cuddler?”
“Not really, but I liked it last night.”
“I’d say.” He let out an amused chuckle. “You were like a little heat seeker rolling between us in your quest for more cuddles.”
My face went hot again. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I lay on his chest and stomach. “It’s nice you felt comfortable enough to sleep that deeply and that you kept reaching for us. You’ll get no complaints from us.”
“But I kept you awake?”
“Nah.” He pushed another lock of hair back from where it had fallen over my eye. “I’m a light sleeper, so pretty much everything wakes me up. I was just extra aware last night because it’s the first time we’ve slept together. I barely notice Ez’s flailing anymore, but water in the pipes or a car alarm on the street will wake me up.” He lifted his shoulders in a quick shrug. “My brain is weird.”
“So is mine.” I rested my chin on his chest. “I feel like this should be weird. I mean, last night I was convinced you didn’t want me, and I almost fucked a stranger as some sort of stupid revenge.”
“Did you almost fuck a stranger, or did you just think about it?” he asked softly. “Do you think you would have gone through with it if things had gone differently?”
“No.” I dropped my eyes to his broad chest and miles of golden skin. “I wouldn’t have.”
“You were confused and hurting,” he said gently. “You lashed out and tried to make it better. Don’t blame yourself for that, okay? The important thing is that you’re here, with us, and you’re safe.”
“Did you mean everything you said last night?” I asked, unable to look at him as my heart thudded in my chest.
“Yes.” He paused, letting me absorb the simplicity of his answer. “Nothing’s changed for us. But we understand things are different for you. So I’m going to make a rule.”
“What’s that?” I raised my eyes to his and almost swooned at his sweet smile and the softness in his gaze.
“No making any decisions about what you want until you’ve had a chance to think about it with a full belly and a clear head.”
The slamming of a cupboard and a muffled “son of a bitch” filtered through the walls.
Wes laughed, his chest shaking under me.
“Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.” Wes rubbed my back again. “One of the cupboards in the kitchen is right at face level, and he has a bad habit of leaving it open while he’s cooking. Sometimes he forgets and walks into it.”
I couldn’t help laughing as a visual of big, graceful Ezra walking face-first into a cupboard door flashed through my mind’s eye.
“The first time he did it, I was in the kitchen with him. It was right after we moved in.” Wes snickered. “He did not appreciate my reaction once I knew he wasn’t hurt.”
“And what reaction was that?”
“I laughed so hard I started crying and couldn’t breathe.”
A laugh bubbled out of my chest. “Sounds like a pretty natural reaction to me.”
“Me too.” He folded his lips like he was taking a second to compose himself. “But he’s an only child, so he never had a sibling to humble him when he did stupid shit.”
“You said you have a brother, right?” I asked cautiously.
“I do. He’s three years older.”
“Are you close?”
He shook his head. “We used to be, back when we were kids. He didn’t take it too well when he found out I like dick. He cut me out of his life when our parents did. Last I heard, he and his wife just had their third kid. I don’t even know their names.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged, but his eyes were sad. “It’s whatever. He’s had almost eight years to get over himself. I’m better off without him.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kissed him instead.
I’d meant it to be a quick kiss, but I lost myself the moment our lips met.
Wes moaned against my mouth and gripped my ass in his strong hands, fitting our cocks together.
Instinctively, I rocked my hips, dragging our dicks together.
“Wait.” Wes broke the kiss.
I was about to apologize for misreading the room when he gave me a little smile-smirk and squeezed my ass. “How about we try something different?” He bumped our dicks together teasingly.
“What?”
“Have you ever done sixty-nine?”
I shook my head, my cock throbbing with expectation.
“Want to give it a try?” He arched one eyebrow, looking even more gorgeous and seductive—if that was possible.
“What about…” I glanced at the other side of the bed.
“We don’t have to.” He dipped one finger between my ass cheeks and traced it over my hole.
I shuddered and pressed closer to him.
“But Ez won’t mind. In fact, he’ll want to hear all about it.”
“Really?” I tried not to get lost in the sensations as he kept teasing my hole.
I was still sensitive from last night, and the soft touch felt insanely good.
“Yup.” He pressed his finger inside me, then quickly pulled it out. “Do you want to try it?”
Lust clouded my thoughts, and I nodded.
“Lie on your side and lift one knee so it’s pointed at the ceiling.” He pecked a kiss against my lips and pulled his finger free of my crease.
It took some shifting, but I slid off him and rolled onto my side.
He flipped over and fit his body against mine, his hard cock only inches from my face. Gently, he angled my hips toward him and pushed the leg I still had on the bed back, getting me into the right position.
“Do you want my finger?”
I nodded, my eyes glued on his cock. I wanted it inside me so badly. My mouth, my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it.
“I need the word,” he reminded me.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to use lube? I won’t go deep, just enough to get to your spot.”
“No.” I gripped his cock by the base and squeezed. “It’s okay like this.”
Wet heat engulfed my shaft, and I let out an involuntary shout of pleasure.
His suction was perfect, hard enough to sting but not to hurt.
Not wanting to leave him hanging, I sucked him into my mouth, moving over his length in jerky bobs that were probably more annoying than they were pleasurable.
Wes didn’t seem to mind, and a moment later, he was popping off my cock and splitting my ass cheeks apart. His hot tongue ran over my hole in long, deliberate licks.
I nearly choked on his dick at the sensation. I loved having my ass eaten, and Wes was damn good at it.
I tried to focus on the blowjob I was giving as Wes alternated between sucking my dick and tonguing my ass. I managed to find a rhythm but lost it the second his seeking finger pressed inside me and stroked over my prostate.
The next few minutes were a blur of sucking dick and having my ass played with. I tried to hold off, but Wes seemed to intrinsically know exactly what I needed, and I came with a cry, shooting down his willing throat as he fingered me like the pro he was.
When I finally finished coming, I put all my focus on getting him off. I didn’t just want him to enjoy it; I wanted it to be spectacular so he remembered it.
Tentatively, I reached between his legs and cupped his balls.
He moaned and bucked into my mouth.
I rolled the soft globes in my hand a few times, enjoying the weight of them.
Would he be okay with me touching his hole? He was vers, but maybe he didn’t like ass play if he wasn’t about to bottom?
Taking a chance, I let go of his balls and ran the tip of my finger over his taint.
Wordlessly, he spread his legs wide and angled his hips to give me better access.
Pressing my finger between his full ass cheeks, I felt around until I brushed his hole.
His groan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
The only asshole I’d ever played with was mine, but Wes didn’t seem to mind my inexperience as I rubbed and teased his.
I was about to pop off him to ask if he wanted me to finger him when he gripped my hair in his big hand and held my face in place.
Calm and a weird, giddy feeling settled over me as he gently fucked my mouth, forcing my finger to dip inside him with each rock of his hips.
Seconds later, he tensed and then let out a loud groan. His release filled my mouth, and I eagerly swallowed it down until he pulled free of my mouth.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he flipped over and pulled me against his chest.
“Good?” he asked, his voice raspy and rough.
“Huh?” I blinked, trying to get my brain to come back online.
He huffed out a laugh and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“So will I.”