KC snorted, and I glanced at him. He wrinkled his nose. “Actually, most of it went down my throat.” His cheeks blazed.
I whimpered. “That’s fucking hot.”
They both laughed, and I couldn’t help how my head swirled. Was I embarrassed? Turned on? Jealous? Angry? I couldn’t tell. I was being pulled in a million different directions and all of them made me want more from them.
I had the strong desire to say something shitty to Ren, but KC’s eyes closed in ecstasy like he was remembering getting that load pumped into his stomach. All I could do was moan.
“Is that why your voice is wrecked? His dick?” I asked.
A shiver racked me, and Ren’s fingers danced along my arms to my wrists again, as if he was remembering that moment, too. He looked like less of a fucker when he was thinking about pumping KC full of cum, which I guess was human of him.
“Oh my God, this is hot,” KC said, running his palm down my abs. The sensation was such a surprise that I pressed back against the wall, even though I wanted his hands all over me. He stopped short, right above my aching dick. “I didn’t get to touch you yesterday.”
“Now. Now. Do it now.” I knocked my head back against the wall.
Ren’s lips twitched and a small wrinkle dug into his brow, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by a confident chin tilt. “Yeah, now’s your chance, KC.” He tightened his grip on my wrists. “Sweetheart, why don’t you get a good handful of him. See if he measures up to me? I know he won’t, but you can figure out if what he’s working with is worth your time.”
My stomach clenched. “You son of a?—”
Ren dove in and kissed me, but that was fine because KC squeezed my cock through my jeans at the exact same moment. Everything I might’ve said to either one of them flew out the window. KC’s grip made me feel like fluffy clouds were living in my chest and my cock was an electric current. I wanted him to do more so fucking bad. I rocked my hips, but he moved with me, didn’t give me extra pressure.
No friction.
My toes curled as I wriggled my hips.
Do something.I wanted to shout, but Ren was raiding my mouth again, trying to force his tongue down my throat. The sensation of him making a run at fucking my throat after he’d skewered KC’s with his dick transformed me into a quivering mess.
“I want to take off your pants. That okay?” KC rubbed my dick harder through my jeans, and my thighs trembled. I fought against Ren’s hold, not necessarily because I wanted to be free. The need to get off was right there, digging under my skin, a sex splinter I couldn’t satisfy.
I wanted to yell at KC to do literally anything more.
KC stopped, and I whimpered against Ren’s lips, but he followed my mouth, not freeing me to talk. The way he trembled against me, like he was holding in a laugh, banked my rage again.
He knew.
He knew I wanted to tell KC to jerk me off or get my dick out or anything other than the teasing that was going to murder me.
He sucked on the tip of my tongue, and heat streaked to my cockhead. KC rubbed a thumb over the overwhelmed nerve endings on my tip where it stretched to the side in my jeans, and I tried to pump against him. Fucking hell, I couldn’t get any of the friction I needed. I tried to grab Ren’s hands but ended up desperately clawing at the air, getting nowhere.
Ren leaned back again, and this time I wanted him to leave a little less, despite him being a fucking asshole. “You better answer him.”
“Wh-what did he?—?”
“Can I take off your pants?” KC chuckled, that familiar happy sound I loved. Amusement gleamed in his eyes, which again, made all this even better. The element of sweetness had been missing when I’d been on the ground, hard as fuck, under Ren. It was sugar on top of the burning bite of a ghost pepper. It transformed everything and made it even better.
“Yes, do it. I want you to do it,” I rasped out harshly.
“Oh yeah, this is beautiful,” KC said, lowering my zipper. He unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down next, then my boxers were shoved out of the way fast. Ren glanced down, as if he couldn’t help but check out the situation. KC was outright staring.
“Don’t just look at it.” I shook my hips, and they chuckled. I was hard as fuck and flushed red. My slit dripped with precum that was driving me crazy. The warm drops slid down my shaft,making me even more aware of them. I wasn’t a small guy, but I wasn’t massive. There wasn’t so much to look at that they should still be staring. A dollop of precum dripped from my tip to the floor. I felt so exposed and hot at the same time.
“Are you ready, Titan?” Ren asked KC. Gravel had slid into his voice, and I shuddered. “Suck him, but don’t let him come yet.”
The pet name made acid bubble in my heart. I’d known KC forever. If one of us was going to call him something special, it should be me. I strained and wanted to fucking knock out Ren all over again. He kept distracting me from that game plan by kissing me and making my dick leak. I flexed in his grip, and he leaned more of his weight against me, smirking.
“Don’t tell KC what to do,” I barked.
“Why? You’d like it if he listened.” His stupid eyebrows waggled again.
