23. Wes
23
WES
“You really want me to fuck you?” Jett asked, pulling me to a stop next to the bed.
I nodded, raking my eyes up and down his gorgeous body. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”
“You have?”
“Uh huh.” I tugged him against me. “Do you know how many times I jerked off thinking about having your dick in me?”
His pupils dilated and his breathing hitched. “How many?”
“Too many to count.” Leaning in, I put my lips next to his ear. “A few nights ago, I put my suction cup dildo on the tiles in the shower and fucked myself with it. I pretended it was you behind me.”
He wet his lips, his eyes hungry. “Did it feel good?”
“Not good enough.” I kissed the corner of his mouth. “I need the real thing.”
His kiss was hot and hard, but not desperate. I let him take the lead, kissing him back and giving him a chance to get warmed up again.
Within minutes, he was practically frotting against me, his kisses frantic as we clawed at each other in our haste to get the other naked.
I broke the kiss so we could focus on taking our clothes off.
“Holy shit, not you too.” Jett groaned as I tossed my t-shirt aside, his eyes on my chest and the silver rings through my nipples. I’d brought them with me and put them in before I’d come inside in the off chance that Jett would get a chance to see them.
“Me too?” I pulled my pants open.
“Ez put his in too.” He shoved his sweatpants down and kicked them off. “It’s unfair how hot they look on you.”
Teasingly, I flicked one of the rings with my fingers. “You like them.”
He shot me a mock glare and stroked his dick. “You’re annoying when you’re cocky.”
Lifting one foot, I tugged it free of my jeans. “You love it.”
“Maybe I do.”
I froze, nearly falling over as I swayed on one foot, but recovered quickly. He was talking about my attitude, not me.
“It’s still annoying as hell, though,” he added with an impish grin.
“And what are you going to do about it?” I finished pulling off my jeans and tossed them aside.
“Fuck you until you beg me to let you come.”
My jaw dropped at not only his words, but his tone. He’d perfectly replicated Ez’s voice .
“What?” he asked innocently.
“You are just full of surprises.”
Uncertainty flickered over his features. “Good ones?”
“The best ones.” I held my arms out to him. “C’mere and make good on your promise.”
This time our kisses were long and deep, and I was breathing hard when he finally pulled away and shoved me back onto the bed.
I went willingly, falling onto the mattress in a heap.
He climbed over me with the grace of a predator, his confidence as sexy as feeling him lay over me, his hot body pressing mine into the bed.
“I could watch you two all day.”
Jett broke the kiss and looked at where Ezra stood in the doorway, leaning against it as casual as can be.
“You like it?” Jett asked eagerly.
“So much.” He slid his hand into his sweats and palmed his dick. “I love watching you give in. You’re so beautiful when you submit and let us take care of you. But right now, watching you take what you want, you’re breathtaking.”
“Do you mean it?” he asked, his eyes wide and his tone seeking. “When you say those things. Is it just sex talk, or do you mean it?” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“I mean it,” Ez said seriously. “Every word.”
Jett dropped his forehead onto my chest.
“Jett?” I asked softly, glancing at Ez. Was he okay?
“I’m fine. Just trying to make my brain pick a lane.” He sighed and pressed his lips to my skin.
“We can stop if you need to?—”
He cut me off with a kiss and bumped his hard dick against mine. “I still want this,” he said against my lips.
“Do you want me to get myself ready?” I asked between kisses.
“No. I wanna do it.”
Spreading my legs wide, I lay passively under him, enjoying his attention and the solid weight of him over me.
“Here.”
I cracked one eye open to see Ez beside us, the lube open and ready.
Jett lifted his hand so Ez could squirt some onto his fingers. Then he was reaching back between us.
The first swipe of his fingers over my hole was like touching a live wire. I felt it everywhere and pushed back against his digit impatiently.
He chuckled into our kiss and kept teasing me. Circling his finger over my hole and tapping on it in a way that felt so good but wasn’t nearly enough.
When he finally pushed inside me, I welcomed him. Opening up to him instinctively as he tunneled his finger deep inside me and fucked me with it.
“Yes,” I encouraged. “Like that.”
Jett pushed off me and sat between my spread thighs, his hungry gaze fixed on where we were joined.
“You look so hot like this.” He worked a second finger into me and immediately curled them, nailing my prostate and sending little zings of pleasure through me. “All spread out for me and riding my fingers.” His heated gaze met mine. “I can’t wait until you’re riding my cock.”
“Jesus,” I groaned. “Do it.”
Jett looked up at Ez.
“How do you want him?” Ez asked.
Jett pulled his fingers out of me. “I want both of you.”
“How do you want us?” Ez asked.
“I want to rim you while I fuck him.” He looked down at me, then up at Ez. “Is that okay?”
“Oh yeah,” Ez said at the same time I said, “Fuck yes.”
“Do you have any idea how to make that happen?” Jett asked with a crooked grin. “I’m having a bit of trouble visualizing how to make that work.”
“Grab a condom.” Ez patted my thigh. “And you get in the middle of the bed.”
Jett climbed off me and went to our bedside table while I crawled into the middle of the bed and lay back down, propping myself on my elbows.
“Put it on and get between Wes’s legs,” Ez said when Jett was back, a condom in his hand.
He lifted the condom to his mouth but paused, uncertainty replacing his earlier lust.
“Jett?” Was he okay? Did he need to stop? “Use your colors.”
“It’s not that.” He licked his lips, suddenly looking shy. “I got tested a few weeks ago. I have my results on my phone…” His confidence seemed to peter out, and he shook his head. “Never mind.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Ez tipped Jett’s chin up so he could see his face. “Have you thought about this before, or is this a spur-of-the-moment thing?”
“I went and got tested, didn’t I?” Jett smirked. “I’d say I’ve thought about it a time or two.”
“Cheeky.” Ez dropped his hand with an affectionate smile. “Babe?” He looked down at me. “Do we need to press pause and talk about this?”
I shook my head. “I don’t need to talk about it. I want it if you do.”
Another smirk tilted the side of Jett’s mouth. “Do I need to open this?” He wiggled the condom still clutched in his hand.
I shook my head at the same time Ez said, “No.”
He tossed the condom onto the bed. “Get me nice and slick?” he asked Ez with a sweet smile.
“Brat.” Ez poured some lube into his hand.
I fell back against the bed as Ez rubbed the lube over Jett’s length. I hoped to fuck Jett couldn’t see the mess of emotions wreaking havoc on my senses right then.
Going bare was the ultimate form of intimacy for me. And I knew it was the same for Ez.
Did it mean the same thing to Jett?
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind as Jett climbed back onto the bed with me.
“This okay?” He lay over me.
I hiked my legs up for him. “It’s perfect.”
“Can you talk me through this?” he asked, settling on me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I leaned up and pecked a kiss against his lips. “Just go slow at first, and it’ll feel amazing.”
Jett notched his cockhead against my hole. I bore down and gripped his hips, needing that extra connection. He pushed against me but didn’t use enough force to breach me.
“Go harder,” I encouraged.
“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”
“I promise you won’t. Just enough to get inside me, then slow down. Okay?”
He nodded, his face grim with determination, and pushed forward.
I welcomed him with a groan, watching his face as he sank inside me.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered when his thighs brushed my ass. “ Jesus .”
“Feel good?” Ez asked, a teasing lilt to his voice, as he climbed onto the bed with us.
“So good.” Jett dragged in a breath and rocked his hips, dragging his cockhead over my prostate at the perfect angle.
“You still want my ass?” Ez asked.
“Yeah.” Jett moved faster, slinging into me. “Give it to me.”
“Lean back a bit,” Ez instructed.
Jett did, giving Ez enough room to kneel with my head between his thighs, his dick over my face, and his ass in front of Jett’s waiting mouth.
Ez wasn’t the type to get on his knees for anyone, but Jett wasn’t just anyone.
He was ours.
Hopefully.
Jett’s groan stopped me from getting lost in thought. I watched hungrily as Jett swiped his tongue over Ez’s hole, his hips never slowing as he fucked me like he had all the time and stamina in the world.
“You want a taste, my sweet?” Ez ran one hand through my hair.
Leaning up, I fit my mouth around his cockhead and sucked hard as he rocked his hips, pushing back against Jett’s tongue and pushing into my mouth with each small thrust.
I closed my eyes, letting myself float away on the sensations of being used and locked together with my men.
“Do you want to come like this?” Ez asked, his voice strained and a bit high-pitched. “What do you want, Jett?”
I blinked my eyes open, coming back to reality and trying to shake off the haze of subspace floating around me.
Jett pulled his face out of Ez’s ass. “Fuck me while I fuck him. Please. Make us come.”
Ez’s cock disappeared from my mouth. Needing more, I tugged Jett down against me. He came willingly, blanketing me and reaching between our bodies to stroke my cock.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” Ez asked when he was behind Jett.
“No.”
I didn’t see when Ez sank inside Jett’s willing body, but I knew it happened by the blissed-out expression on Jett’s face and how he rocked over me in a hurried, clipped pace.
Ez stood behind him, tall and proud and gorgeous, gripping his hips and fucking him harder and harder until the bed shook beneath us and the headboard banged against the wall.
Every thrust forced Jett to move inside me, and I sank deeper and deeper into the pleasure of being fucked by both of them.
“Are you close, Wes?” Ez asked gruffly, his pace punishing.
“Yeah,” I ground out.
Jett sped up his hand, stroking me at the perfect pace.
“Come for me, boys. Come now.”
My body obeyed his harsh command, my orgasm hitting with the speed and force of a wrecking ball. I arched into Jett as white-hot desire and pleasure exploded out of me, and I shot between our bodies.
Jett fell on me with a strangled cry, slamming inside me one more time as he came just as hard, spilling deep inside me.
My heart and chest squeezed as warmth filled me, and I couldn’t help thinking about the load Ez was leaving inside Jett as he came with a feral cry, nearly at the same time as Jett, our pleasure connecting the three of us.
The next time I was fully aware of my surroundings, I was spooning Jett while he snuggled up to Ez’s front. Ez’s warm arm was around my waist, holding both of us close.
“How do you feel?” Ez asked.
I instinctively knew he wasn’t talking to me.
Which was probably a good thing because I was feeling too much to pinpoint any one thing at the moment.
“Good.” He snuggled back against me.
“How about you and Wes get some cuddles in while I get a cloth to clean us up?”
“Okay.” Jett rolled over and right into my arms, tucking his face against my neck with a happy little sigh.
Trying to rein in my emotions, I held him close and gently ran my fingers through his hair, giving him a chance to regulate and slip out of his happy place.
When Ez came back, he helped us clean up, then lay back down on Jett’s other side.
Jett pushed up on his elbows so he could look down at us as we lay on our backs. His expression was strange. Not nervous, exactly, but definitely apprehensive.
“Jett?” I asked.
Had that been too much? Had we pushed him too far?
“I want to be your boyfriend.”
Ez and I froze.
He wanted to be with us? He felt it too?
“I have no idea how a triad works or if I’m setting myself up for a broken heart, but I can’t keep denying that what I feel for you, both of you, is real. It’s the most real thing I’ve ever felt.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I think I’m in love with you.” His smile fell. “I know it’s too soon, and I probably just ruined everything?—”
Ez silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“You didn’t ruin anything. You couldn’t.” He dropped his finger. “I love you too.”
A huge, beaming smile slid over his face. “Yeah?” he asked eagerly.
“Yeah.” Ez tugged him down for a quick kiss, then they both fixed their attention on me.
“I’ve loved you for a while now.” I tried to lighten the mood with some humor. “Glad you two finally caught up.”
Jett let out a spluttering laugh that sounded a bit like an elephant trumpeting.
That set Ez and me off, and soon the three of us were laughing like fools and hugging each other.
“I was so scared you didn’t feel it. Or I was seeing things that weren’t there,” Jett said into Ezra’s neck when we’d finally stopped laughing.
“I don’t get it either.” Ez stroked his hair tenderly. “But it’s real. It’s been real for a while.”
Jett turned his face and peeked at me through his lashes.
“It’s real,” I confirmed. “I never thought I could love anyone other than Ez. Never wanted to. Not until you.”
He lifted his head with a sweet smile and kissed me, but the kiss was cut off by his squeak of surprise as Ez lifted him onto his chest.
Understanding what he was doing, I scooted next to him.
Jett looked between us, then shimmied over so he lay on both of us.
“Can we stay like this for a bit? I know we have to talk about things and figure stuff out, but not yet.” He rested his chin on his folded hands.
“Of course.” Ez rubbed his back.
“We’ll stay like this for as long as you want,” I said, not ready to move either.
“What if I want to stay like this forever?” He arched his eyebrow, a smirk replacing his satisfied smile.
“Well, we’ll eventually have to get up so we can eat something,” Ez said with a chuckle. “And at some point, we’ll have to take a shower.”
“Later.” Jett settled on us, sighing happily when Ez and I each wrapped an arm around him to keep him closer.
I glanced at Ez, my heart bursting with joy.
I saw my elation mirrored on his face and couldn’t stop my grin.
Jett was our missing piece. The part of us we never knew had always been missing.
It might not make sense to others, but I was done giving a fuck what people thought of me. If they couldn’t accept that the three of us were together, then they weren’t worth caring about.
Jett and Ez were mine, and I was never letting them go.