Did the two big men rut together, kissing? Perhaps wrestling? Would KC be on top or bottom? Would Ren hold him down? Or would KC be sweet and gently suck Ren, forcing all that meanness into submission? God, what would it be like to have both of them holding me down? The endless possibilities stole the breath out of my chest.
A bolt of excitement zipped through me, leaving my insides sparking with molten heat. Ren positioned my hands high above my head and anchored them. I wasn’t sure what he was doing because my eyes had slid shut at some point while KC teased my tongue into dancing, but then I felt teeth on my neck.
Ren’s teeth. Taunting me. He would scrape my skin, then ease away. A cycle that had me tensing for pain but didn’t pay off. When I finally relaxed into the sensations, he bit down in sharp nips that had me arching in his hold, trying a half-assed attempt at escape while my cock ached.
It made sense that sex with Ren would be a torment. That’s how he’d been every other time I’d interacted with him, but I liked the way he handled my body a hell of a lot more than when he ran his mouth.
He sank his teeth into my skin hard enough that I cried out.
Fuck, when did I become a fan of pain? But it wasn’t so much the sharp hits of agony that I loved as it was the hot tongue andsoft lips that sucked the spot better after each bite. It all felt so fucking good. KC let me breathe for a few seconds, and I gasped for air between our lips.
“Cum. I taste cum,” I muttered.
KC chuckled and the pink that filled his cheeks made him even cuter. “You really enjoy what he’s doing to you?” He nibbled his lip as Ren kissed lower, and fondness washed over me. Even though KC seemed like he was worried about me, it was impossible to miss the way his hand slid down those perfect abs to inch toward his own dick.
I did that. I made him horny.I grinned at him.
“Hey, sweetheart, did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t,” Ren ground out as he leaned back, so somehow, he must’ve noticed KC, too. I shuddered at the rough scrape of his voice. I didn’t want to follow Ren’s orders, exactly, but I loved the way KC blushed as he held his hands up at his sides with a sweet smile.
“I wouldn’t!”
“KC needs a safe word, too,” I murmured, and Ren gave me a sharp glance.
“I could use yours.” KC shrugged a shoulder and glanced between us. I got distracted because his lips, so pink to begin with, were shiny with my spit. God, what would they look like glossed with cum?
“No,” Ren said sharply. He slid his hands down to my forearms and squeezed, and this time a little bit of pain leeched into my bones. Rather than being terrible, it made my cock throb. I hissed, but he didn’t let up on his grip. “Why don’t we make your safe word red. Like red, yellow, green? Just red.”
“Why does KC get that?” I snarked.
Ren ducked his head and his nose nearly touched mine as he stared into my eyes. I shivered at his intensity. “Because it’s easy to remember.”
“Are you saying he’s dumber than me?” I snapped back.
KC groaned and rubbed the nape of his neck. “I usually get good grades. Just because I’m a football player doesn’t make me a lug head.”
“No, he hasn’t done anythingrotten.” Ren’s teasing smirk was back, tugging at his lips. I wasn’t sure if I’d actually pissed him off by sneaking inside his tattoo parlor or if he’d simply thought it was funny, which was theoppositeof what I’d wanted. I would have to think up something else to chase him out of there, which probably meant this was the only time anything like this would happen, but that was fine.
I wanted KC, not Ren.
Once with both of them was enough.
Although, my dick was very, very happy to be here practically sandwiched between him and KC. It was like a dream where statues of marble gods came to life and invited me to an orgy.
“I won’t give up,” I murmured, glancing at KC.
I wasn’t sure if I meant I wouldn’t give up on getting KC or driving Ren out, but perhaps Ren read between the lines because his lips contorted into a small snarl. I wasn’t expecting it when he turned my face in his direction, his fingers rough on my chin. Ren delved his tongue deep into my mouth, owning me, as KC gently stroked his fingers through my curls.
That overwhelming rush, the one that let me know I could very, very easily come in my pants, cascaded through me. My cockhead was one spark away from an explosion.
Shit, I needed to get control of myself. I tried to shove Ren out with my tongue, fight him off, but we ended up sparring. I opened wider, inviting him in. My legs slid farther apart, and he wedged his thigh between them, though he wasn’t giving me anything to buck against. It was almost more of a taunt than anything. I swore I could feel him smile, the asshole. He knew hewas torturing me. Before I could get a handle on the situation, I was sucking his tongue. Begging him to do more.
It was humiliating. Embarrassment twisted in my gut. My cock pulsed and my breath caught.
“So hot. You look good this way, Oli,” KC murmured, then kissed my cheek. He probably kissed Ren’s cheek, too, but I didn’t open my eyes to make sure.
When Ren leaned back, I peeked at him. He smirked like he’d justwon, and I wanted to slug him in the face all over again. The anger that spiraled through me sent my cock closer to the edge. I tried to shake off Ren’s grip, but he didn’t let go.
“You taste like my dick.” Ren booped his nose against mine, and I bared my teeth at him. The mental visual of KC opening wide for Ren’s cock assaulted me, both infuriating and mesmerizing. “KC must’ve really gotten a good mouthful, huh? You should’ve seen it. I pumped so much cum into him that his cheeks bulged like a squirrel.”
