22. Ezra
22
EZRA
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I asked, closing the door behind Wes.
Jett chewed on his lip. “I think I want to call my aunts.”
I paused. Something about the way he said it told me he wasn’t talking about calling to say hi.
“Can you sit with me?” he asked, his voice small. “It’s time I told them. I know I should do this in person, but I can’t.”
“Of course.” Wrapping one arm around his waist, I gently led him to the couch.
This time he didn’t hesitate to sit next to me.
“I should do a video call, right?” He looked at me for guidance, trust shining in his blue eyes.
Jesus, that look did things to me. It made me want to wrap him up and protect him from the world, and it triggered a part of me that never wanted to let him go.
“That might be best. I think they’ll appreciate being able to see you when you tell them.”
“Yeah.” He chewed on his lip. “That’s what I thought.” He groaned. “I’m going to have to tell Becks and Chanel in person. They’ll never forgive me if I do it over text or on a call.”
“Are you worried they’ll be hurt you didn’t say anything sooner?”
“No.” He toyed with his phone, running his finger over the smooth screen in a random pattern. “More like I’m afraid they’ll be too supportive.”
I arched my eyebrow at him questioningly.
“Chanel will try to set me up with every queer guy she knows.”
Jealousy curled in my gut. Jett was ours. Even the thought of him flirting with another guy made me want to punch the wall.
I reined those thoughts in quick.
He wasn’t ours, and he had every right to do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted.
It hadn’t escaped me that he hadn’t answered us and we were still in this weird sort of limbo of “are we or aren’t we together.” Until he actually said the words, I had to remember that we weren’t.
“And Becca will do the same thing she did when she found out about Noah and Zane and smother me with all her motherly affection and tell me a million times how much she loves and supports me.” He snorted derisively. “How much of an asshole am I that I’m sitting here complaining about how my friends will be too awesome when I come out to them?”
“You’re not an asshole. Coming out is a big deal, even when people do and say all the right things.”
He stared at me with those big, liquid eyes that were going to be the death of me.
“Coming out changes everything. How they see you, what they think of you. Even if it’s subtle, things will never be the same. That’s scary.”
“It’s like ripping a bandage off, right? You just have to do it. No hesitation or going slow.” He drew in a deep breath, then let it out. “Okay. I’m ready.”
I rested my hand on his thigh as he tapped on his screen. A moment later, the familiar sound of a FaceTime call filled the quiet room, and he lifted the phone with shaking hands so he was framed in the video.
“Jett,” a woman’s voice said as she answered. “It’s so nice to hear from you.”
“Hi, yeah. Sorry about not calling much. I’ve been really busy.”
“No need to explain. Let me call Tabby.” There was a brief pause. “Tabby!” she hollered. “Jett’s on the phone!”
Jett met my gaze over his phone, his eyes bright with laughter. I had to roll my lips inward to stop from laughing and giving away that I was there. My parents did the same thing. They forgot that covering the screen of the phone did nothing to stifle their shouts.
“Jett,” another voice said. “It’s so wonderful to hear from you. I imagine you’ve been busy.”
“You could say that.” He smiled crookedly. “How have you been? How are things at the café?”
“We’re good. And they’re good. We got a new espresso machine. It’s got so many buttons and screens it looks like a time machine. And there’s a setting where the machine will connect to the internet and order us more beans after it makes a certain number of drinks,” one of the women said.
“Did you find that out before or after it ordered you more beans?” Jett asked cheekily.
“After,” the other woman said. “Technology is great, but I’m too old to trust my appliances to do their own shopping.”
“How are you?” the first woman asked. Was that Tabby? “Keeping busy?”
“Things are good.” Jett’s demeanor didn’t change, but the tightness around his eyes and the way he held his shoulders gave his nerves away.
It was the same way he reacted when Wes joked about him loving us when we were annoying.
“They cut my hours at the bar,” he continued. “But only until things pick up.” He swallowed, more of his nerves seeping through his forced calm. “I do have something I want to tell you.”
“What is it?” Tabby asked when he fell silent.
“It’s hard to say.” He dropped the mask. The fake confidence he’d projected was replaced by that same scared and trusting guy who’d asked me what he should do.
“You know you can tell us anything,” Tabby said in that way mothers did when they knew you needed to hear that they loved you but you weren’t in a place where you could hear the words.
“I guess it’s easier to just say and not try to find a fancy way to bring it up.” He flicked his gaze to mine, then back to his phone. “I’m bi.”
“Thank you for telling us,” Tabby said.
“We know how difficult that must have been,” Marilyn added.
He blinked rapidly, like he was clearing tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“None of that,” Tabby said firmly. “You told us when you were ready.”
“And we love you just as much as we did before you called,” Marilyn said.
“I feel so bad.” He chewed on his lip. “I didn’t mean to lie to you.”
“You didn’t lie to us,” Tabby said gently. “You don’t owe anyone the truth about your sexuality. Not telling us isn’t the same as lying. You’re the only person who can decide when you’re ready for someone else to know the truth about who you are.”
“I guess.” He smiled weakly. “I’m glad I told you.”
“We are too,” Tabby said. “Do you want to chat for a bit? Or do you have things you need to do?”
“I have stuff I need to do.” A guilty look crossed his features. “But I’ll call you soon, and we can catch up.”
“We look forward to it,” Marilyn said brightly.
They said their goodbyes, and Jett ended the call.
“How are you doing?” I asked when the silence stretched between us.
He put his phone on the coffee table in front of us and leaned against the back of the couch. “Not sure. I mean, I feel fine. They were great, just like I knew they would be.” He raked a hand through his messy hair and let out a weary sigh. “Does it ever get easier?”
“It gets less stressful.”
“That’s not a yes.” He shot me a flat look.
“No, but it’s the truth. At least in my experience.”
He arched his eyebrow in a silent question.
“Saying the words gets easier, but I don’t think the apprehension or underlying fear that things could go sideways ever truly goes away.”
“I can’t wait until we live in a world where queer people can just exist and not have to announce our sexuality to everyone we meet.” He toyed with the seam in his sweats.
“Me too.” I held out my arm.
He practically dove into my embrace and snuggled into my chest.
“Do you think we can watch that movie now?” he asked, his voice small and muffled. “I need to turn my brain off for a while.”
“Sure.” I kissed the top of his head. “I just need to grab my laptop.”
He untangled himself from me with a disgruntled sigh and sat quietly as I got my computer and set it up on the coffee table.
“Is this okay, or do you want it closer?”
“It’s good.”
“Is there anything you want to watch?”
“Something without a lot of plot. I’m not in thinking mode.”
I scrolled through my streaming service and cued up an older movie I’d watched a half dozen times. It was low on plot and heavy on action.
“Have you seen this?”
“No. I wanted to but never got around to it.”
“Want to watch it?”
“Sure.”
I started the movie, then settled back on the couch with him.
Before I could get my arm fully up, he was ducking under it to resume his earlier position.
Warmth and affection filled me as I held him close. I could get used to this.
About twenty minutes into the movie, Jett’s breathing changed.
I shifted my attention from the screen in front of us to the man in my arms. Was he okay?
I could sense tension in his body, and his breathing was faster than before. He didn’t sound like he was in distress or like he was trying to hold back his emotions. He sounded aroused.
Being careful not to let him know I was aware of the changes, I glanced at his crotch, noticing the bulge in his sweats.
“I’ll be right back.” I pressed a kiss against his temple. “I need to use the john.”
He sat back, his face carefully blank and his eyes glued to the laptop.
Not wanting him to think I was abandoning him, I gently squeezed the back of his neck. He looked up at me.
“I’ll be right back,” I repeated.
He nodded, two spots painting his cheekbones.
I made my way to the bathroom and pulled the little box where Wes and I kept our body jewelry out of the drawer. Wes had told me Jett liked nipple piercings, and he hadn’t seen either of ours yet.
I usually left my other piercings in when we went to the club, but I’d taken them out last night, not really feeling them.
I was feeling them now.
After making sure they were clean, I put them all back in. The barbells in my eyebrow and nipples and the rings in my nose and lip gleamed silver in the light.
When everything was put away, I slipped a couple of condoms and a few packets of lube into my pocket.
I would have been content to just watch a movie together, but I wanted to be prepared if Jett was feeling frisky.
He was still in the same spot as I’d left him, his back tense and his eyes glued to the screen.
“Hey.” I sat on the couch next to him.
He flicked his gaze to me and did a double take.
“Felt naked without them,” I explained with a little smirk.
He swallowed and dropped his eyes to my mouth and the ring in the corner of my lip.
“Are you liking the movie?” I asked when he kept staring at my piercing.
“Movie?” He shook his head like he was clearing it. “Oh, right. Yeah. It’s good.”
I huffed out a soft laugh. “We can watch something else if you’re not into it.”
“It’s fine,” he repeated, focusing his attention on the laptop. The bulge in his sweats grew until it looked like his dick was tenting the loose pants.
“Whatcha thinking about?” I shot him a knowing grin.
He pressed his dick flat against his thigh. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
He shook his head.
Not wanting to push him, I lifted my arm, offering him some cuddles if he wanted them.
He hesitated but once again melted against me.
Wrapping my arm around him, I tugged him as close as possible and held him tight.
He let out a little sigh and gently rested his hand on my stomach.
I turned my attention back to the laptop, but only moments later, Jett’s hand inched lower.
It was the first time he’d initiated any sort of physical contact with me.
I stayed still, waiting to see what he’d do next.
I didn’t have to wait long.
With a soft sigh, he slid his hand lower and cupped my cock.
I groaned, letting him know I liked it.
That seemed to embolden him, and he gripped me through my pants.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Feels good.” I spread my legs and bucked up into his touch.
Tentatively, he gave me a little squeeze.
“That too,” I said preemptively.
Jett tipped his face to mine, his lips parted and his breaths coming out in tiny, erratic puffs.
Using my tongue, I toyed with the ring in my lip. His breathing hitched.
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked, slipping into my voice .
He shivered and nodded.
“Then go ahead and kiss me.”
A determined look fell over his face, and he leaned up to press his lips against mine.
The kiss was soft and sweet and achingly perfect. Rather than take over and turn it into something hot and hard, I stayed passive, kissing him back and giving him a chance to explore.
His hand was still on my cock, not moving or squeezing, the touch nothing more than a tease as he sipped at my lips.
Then, his tongue came out and traced over mine, inching closer to my piercing.
We both groaned when he dragged his tongue over it.
“Is that okay? It doesn’t hurt?” he whispered against my lips.
“Feels good. You can be rough with it.” I angled my body toward him. “I like when it hurts a bit.”
His moan was low and loud. Then his mouth was back on mine, his kiss hot and frantic.
Jett let go of my cock and practically vaulted into my lap, landing on my thighs with his legs straddling my hips.
Holding him close, I slid down the couch a bit to give him more room to settle. Our kisses were hot and hard, full of not just passion, but desperation.
Gripping his wrists, I tugged his hands off my shoulders and ran them over my pecs, letting him feel the barbells.
He froze in my lap, then let out another wrecked moan and rubbed his palms against them.
The last of his shyness melted away as he toyed with the piercings, each rub of his palm or flick of his finger sending another pulse of desire directly to my balls.
“Does that feel good?” he asked between kisses.
“So good.”
“Can I see them?”
Rather than answer, I reached behind me and tugged the neckline of my shirt up. Eagerly, Jett helped me strip it off and toss it to the floor.
“Jesus,” he said on a low moan, his eyes glued to my chest.
“You like them?”
He nodded.
“You can play with them if you want.”
A mischievous grin tilted the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward and fit his lips over my right nipple.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groaned, not bothering to temper my reactions. I wanted him to hear how much I was enjoying his confident touch.
He moved between my nipples, teasing them with his lips, teeth, and tongue until I was writhing under him.
He pulled off me with a sly grin, his eyes bright with both humor and lust.
“Feel good?” he asked innocently.
“You could say that.”
“I like them.” He licked his lip. “Your piercings. I wondered how it would feel to kiss you with the lip ring.”
“Is it as good as you thought?”
“So much better.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
I liked this version of him. Submissive and shy Jett pushed all my buttons, but playful and confident Jett wreaked havoc on my emotions.
His eyes lit up at my question but dulled a moment later. “I’m not sure.”
“Yes, you are.” I rubbed his sides. “You can tell me.”
“Last night you said something….”
“I said a lot of things last night,” I said with a chuckle. “Which thing in particular?”
“The cockwarming thing.” His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t break eye contact. “Is that a real thing people do?”
“It is. Do you want to try it?”
He nodded.
“I need the word,” I reminded him gently.
“Yes. I want to try it.”
“Get the supplies out of my left pocket.”
He obeyed, his eyes flaring with heat when he pulled out the condoms and lube packets.
“I want you to hold on to those for me. Can you do that?”
He nodded eagerly.
“Good boy.” I slid my hand down the back of his sweats and cupped his ass cheek. “This is what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to tease this sweet ass of yours. I’m going to use my fingers to open you up and get you ready for me. Then, when you’re all prepped and begging, you’re going to sit on my cock. Do you want that?”
“Yes. I want it.” He nodded to emphasize his point.
“Good boy.”
His eyes took on a slightly glassy quality as he let out a contented sigh.
“Once I’m inside you, you’re going to stay exactly where you are. We’re going to watch the rest of the movie together, but you’re not allowed to move. Not unless I say you can. No rocking, no shifting. No touching your dick. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Green.”
“Good boy.” A flare of possessive desire snaked through my chest. He was so trusting, so eager.
Not wanting to get lost in my feelings, I dragged my finger through his crease and over his hole.
He shuddered and let out another little sigh that pushed all my buttons.
“Are you ready?” I asked gruffly, trying not to let my thoughts derail the scene. I could freak out over my emotions later.
“Yes. Green.” He wiggled and pushed back against my finger.
“Look at me.” I dipped my finger inside him, barely breaching him before pulling back out. “I want you to keep looking at me. Let me see everything. Do you understand?”
“Green.”
I spent the next few minutes teasing him, alternating between circling his hole and dipping my finger inside him, not going any deeper than an inch.
“Please,” he begged.
“Please, what?” I stopped moving my finger and kept it just inside him.
“Please give me more.”
My cock throbbed at his needy tone. “You want more?”
“Please.” He clenched around my finger.
Carefully, I pulled it out of him. “Get the lube.”
Hastily, he separated one of the packets and held it up.
“Open it and get my fingers nice and slick.”
Using his teeth, he tore the packet open and squeezed a big dollop on my waiting fingers.
“Hold on to that. We’re going to need it soon.”
He nodded, his expression serious, and carefully pinched it closed.
I took my time spreading the lube over his hole, running my slippery fingers over the sensitive skin until he was panting and shaking from the effort of staying still.
“More,” he begged.
Wordlessly, I pushed inside him. He groaned and bore down, opening up enough I could slide half my finger in on the first pass.
As much as I wanted to take my time and tease him until he begged for my cock, I was too far gone just from the foreplay.
Taking pity on both of us, I opened him up with one, then two fingers.
“Is that good, or do you want three?” I asked.
“It’s good.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “Want your cock.”
I had to pause at his words. It wasn’t just what he said, but how he said it, that threatened to push me over the edge. His thready, needy voice. The desperate, trusting look in his eyes.
Everything was too much, but not enough.
Steeling myself, I pulled my fingers out of him and wiped them on his sweats.
“Get between my legs.”
He slid off my lap and knelt between my spread legs.
Not breaking eye contact with him, I slid my sweats down around my thighs. My cock swung free and slapped me in the stomach.
Jett’s nostrils flared, and his eyes flashed with heat.
“Put the condom on me and get me nice and slick for you.”
Eagerly, he did as I said.
“Now, sit on it.”
He stood and did a half turn but paused, like he wasn’t sure what to do.
“Put your back to me and sit on my thighs,” I coached.
He slowly sank down onto my lap. I gripped his hips.
“Slide back. Little more. Good boy.” I rewarded him with a kiss under his ear. “Reach back and grab my dick so you can get it inside you.”
With a low moan, he gripped my base and lifted his hips.
He notched me against his hole and pushed down, but I slid free. He let out a frustrated sound.
“It’s okay.” I nuzzled his cheek. “This is an awkward position. Try again.”
The next attempt worked, and I had to bite back my moan as wet heat engulfed my length.
“Oh fuck,” Jett leaned back against me, sinking down inch by incredible inch until he was nestled in my lap and I was fully sheathed in him.
“Is it okay?” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.
“Mmmmhmmm.” He wiggled against my thighs.
“What did I say about moving?”
He stilled. “Sorry.”
“Good boy.” I kissed his cheek. “Do you like this?”
He relaxed against me again. “Yeah. Feels good.”
“Good.”
“Do you like it?” he asked, some of the dreaminess gone from his voice.
“I love it. You feel amazing.” I shifted him a bit lower on my lap, making my dick move the slightest bit inside him.
He moaned and clenched around me.
“Now pull your pants up so your dick is covered.”
He dragged his sweats up by the waistband and obeyed.
“Good boy. Now relax and watch the movie.”
He let out a little snort-laugh. “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”
“What if I said there was a quiz at the end and you don’t get your reward unless you pass?”
“I didn’t do homework when I was in school. You think I’m going to do it now?”
“Cheeky.” I pinched his thigh.
He jumped, his yelp of surprise melting into a low moan as my dick moved inside him. He clenched and rippled around my length, but he didn’t try to move again.
“Fine. No quiz.” I stroked the soft skin of his hips.
“Can I still have my reward?”
“If you’re good.”
He settled back against me, his body seemingly boneless. “I’ll be good,” he promised.
I kissed his neck, dragging my lips over his soft skin. “I know you will.”
The movie continued to play, but neither of us paid any attention to it. We both pretended, but I could tell Jett was just as distracted as me.
There was something profoundly intimate about being inside him like this. It wasn’t even about sex. Sure, it felt amazing to have him wrapped around me, and the warming aspect of it was true to its name.
But it was the closeness, the trust, that was making it hard to think straight and was sending my arousal into the stratosphere.
I couldn’t explain it, but what I felt for Jett was similar to what I’d felt for Wes when we first met.
I’d been drawn to him in a way I’d never experienced and hadn’t understood. I instinctively knew Wes was special, and I wanted him in my life in whatever capacity he’d have me. Friend, more, whatever.
That was what I felt for Jett.
The first time we hooked up had been about raw sexual energy and compatibility. But his shy smiles and nervous demeanor affected me in ways I hadn’t even been able to admit to myself. And I knew it was the same for Wes.
That connection had only gotten stronger the more time we’d spent together, and now he wasn’t just our coworker, a friend, or the guy we wanted in our bed. He was part of us.
Hopefully he felt it too.
I was so lost in thought I almost didn’t notice when Jett’s breathing changed.
Almost.
Shaking off my reverie, I focused on Jett to see how he was doing.
He was being good and sitting still, but he wasn’t relaxed. His body was tense, his breaths were shallow and fast, and his inner walls kept squeezing around me.
“Feeling good?” I murmured in his ear.
“Mmmmmm,” he moaned and let his head fall back against my shoulder. “Too good.”
“Too good?” I teased.
“Your cock is awesome.” He clenched, squeezing my length in rhythmic little pulses.
“Yeah?” I nipped at his shoulder. “Tell me.”
“Tell you?” he asked dreamily.
“Yes. Tell me how good my cock feels. Tell me how much you love having it in you like this.” Slowly, I slid my hand up his body and loosely circled his neck.
I was about to ask if he was okay with the move when he let out a loud groan and pressed forward, pushing his neck against my palm. I tightened my grip. Not enough to cut off his air, but enough to make it harder to pull in a full breath.
“Tell me how good my cock feels,” I rumbled in his ear.
“So good,” he said, his voice thready and strained. “Love having it in me. Want you in me all the time.”
My heart squeezed, and my throat tightened. He had no idea what he did to me when he said stuff like that.
“Yeah you do.” I squeezed his throat a bit tighter, shifting so I was pressing down on his arteries, slowing the blood flow instead of restricting his air.
“Holy shit,” he moaned.
“You like that?”
“Green.”
He’d spent our entire conversation randomly squeezing and clenching my dick with his inner walls, but the longer I held on to his throat, the more he squeezed.
“Ez,” he gasped, shifting on my lap and wiggling impatiently. “Please.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
He let out a choked sound. Not quite a gasp, but not a cry.
“I’ve got you,” I said in his ear, loosening my hold on his throat so he didn’t get overwhelmed. “Relax for me. Use your colors if you need to.”
He moaned again and gripped the arm I still had wrapped around his middle so tightly his fingers cracked.
I could block out how good it felt to be inside him. The warmth, the little squeezes. They felt amazing, but it was more background pleasure. Like a massage or the sensation of sliding into a warm bath at the end of a long day.
But feeling him moving over me was another story altogether.
“Do you need more?” I put my lips next to his ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want to come,” he said petulantly.
“Yeah?” I increased the pressure on his throat the slightest bit.
“Yes!”
“Then go ahead and come—if you can.”
He froze.
“Remember my rules.” I dropped another kiss under his ear. “No touching your dick, and no moving. Not unless I say you can.”
His whine was loud and unrestrained.
Taking pity on him, I shook off the death grip he had on my arm and pressed my hand against his tight stomach to lock him in place.
“Relax for me, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” I whispered.
He did, melting into a puddle against me.
“There you go.” Slowly, I rocked my hips, shifting him on my lap in little waves and forcing my cock to move the tiniest bit inside him.
“Oh god,” he moaned, squeezing me so tight I saw stars. “Fuck. Ez.”
Jesus. The way he said my name, all lust-drenched and dreamy, was going to be the death of me.
Picking up my pace, I moved faster, falling into a steady rhythm.
Click .
Jett froze at the sound of the front door closing.
“Now that’s the perfect thing to come home to.”
Jett jerked his head toward Wes in surprise.
Wes came into my line of sight and raked his gaze over us, pressing his hand against the bulge in his jeans. “I was hoping I wouldn’t be too late for the fun.”
Jett relaxed and leaned back against me.
“Do you want Wes to watch, or join us?” I asked.
“Join us.” His voice was clear and dripping with desire.
Wes rubbed his hand over his cock. “How do you want me?”
“I want…”
“Tell us, sweetheart.”
Wes’s eyes flicked to mine at the endearment. The heat in them told me he didn’t mind.
“Do you want my mouth? Or do you want to fuck me?” he asked Jett.
“Fuck you?” Jett spluttered.
Wes nodded. “If you want to.”
“Do you want to fuck Wes, or do you want him to blow you?”
“I want to fuck you.” He let out a little laugh that wasn’t quite a giggle. “But I don’t think I’ll last more than a few seconds after spending the last hour with Ez’s dick in me.”
Wes chuckled and pushed the coffee table aside so he could kneel in front of us. “How about I blow you to take the edge off. Then you can fuck me when you’re hard again?”
Jett huffed out another laugh. “Yeah. Okay. Like I’d ever say no to that .”
Chuckling, Wes pulled Jett’s sweatpants down. His cock was hard and flushed, with a bead of precum sliding down the shaft.
Without preamble, Wes swallowed Jett’s cock, taking him all the way down to the root on the first pass.
Jett’s cry of pleasure was so raw and needy I had to grit my teeth and brace myself so I didn’t give in and start fucking him for real.
Instead, I gripped his hips and rocked him on my dick, sliding in and out of him in tiny, pulsing thrusts.
He was like a man possessed in my arms, wiggling and twisting as he tried to force me to go faster and harder.
“Ez,” he gasped, grinding down on me as his walls contracted and pulsed around my length. “I need…” He tugged on one of my wrists.
I let go of his hip and let him guide my hand back to his throat.
With a groan, I wrapped my hand around it and pressed down on his veins.
Wes moaned around his dick, his eyes on where my hand was gripping Jett’s throat.
“Come for us, sweetheart. Come for us and show us who you belong to,” I whispered in his ear.
“You,” he said on a strangled sob. “Only you two.”
He came with a cry, shaking and shuddering in my arms as he shot down Wes’s throat. His inner walls squeezed and gripped me, tipping me closer and closer to the edge.
All the while, Jett’s words echoed in my mind.
You. Only you two .
“Christ on a bike,” Jett mumbled dazedly.
Wes pulled off Jett’s cock with a spluttering laugh at the same time I huffed out a weird-sounding chuckle, still not quite recovered from the emotional rollercoaster of the last hour.
“Good?” Wes teased, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What’s a word for good that means amazing, but isn’t amazing?” Jett snickered, still in his happy place.
“Stupendous. Incredible. Fantastic.” Wes stood and leaned down to give Jett a soft, sweet kiss.
“All of those,” Jett said when Wes finally pulled away. He turned his face to mine, his lips parted and his eyes closed.
I slotted our mouths together, taking my time as I sipped at his lips.
“Still up for some more fun?” Wes asked when we finally broke apart.
Jett reached out to him. “Yeah. I might need some help getting up.”
Chuckling, Wes got Jett onto his feet. All the twisting and shifting wreaked havoc on my already frayed control, and I had to bite my lip to distract myself with a little pain.
“How about you two go ahead to the bedroom, and I’ll join you in a second.” I waved at my dick. “We need a time out.”
“Don’t be long.” Jett shot me a saucy wink and slipped his hand into Wes’s.
“Cheeky.” I pulled off the condom and tied it distractedly.
He blew me a kiss and tugged Wes down the hall toward our room.
Yup. I was utterly and royally fucked.