And perhaps Ren knew that.
Holy fuck, this was bad.
Ren shocked a squeak out of me when he shoved my pants and boxers down farther. I’d honestly forgotten they were still around my calves, even though they’d been hampering my movements for a while. KC tossed condoms and lube onto the couch cushion to my left, then helped Ren quickly remove my shoes, which let them strip me.
Since KC had gone to his knees to get my clothes off, he kissed along my thigh and up my side, which tickled a bit and left us both grinning. Ugh, this would be perfect without Ren. My dick pulsed, and I ignored the fact that I’d never been this hard in my life.
I was feeling stunned, but my cock was on board with everything. Precum dripped from me onto the leather of the couch, slicking my way as I tried to rock some more, that tension twisting higher in my gut.
Ren eased away, and I arched my back so I could stare at the salty sheen marring the leather. Damn it, I wanted to paint it with cum. My stomach burned as a throb of pleasure thrummed through my dick.
Everything about this had my body wired.
Ren picked up a condom from the couch, and my skin tingled as I watched him. I flexed my fingers on the leather.
“KC? You should fuck him first.” Ren handed off the condom. “Get him ready for me. I’m bigger.”
“Oh, how much bigger could you be? I really doubt that’s necessary.” I rolled my eyes. It was one thing for Ren to be a cocky jerk, but this was too much.
“Okay, so if you don’t need to let him go first, I’m gonna fuck you,” Ren said darkly, almost like a threat. He cleared his throat and waited until I was staring at him to drop his boxers.
I nearly choked. He wasmassive.
Ren winked at me as he flipped up his dick so I could see the piercings on the bottom.
“That’s a hell of a party trick,” I said, and my nervous laughter made me irritated. I’d never been fucked, but I had toys. Could I take him? He didn’t need to know I’d never seen anything like that in real life. The rows of silver barbells looked vicious. Painful. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out of me.
They looked fuckingamazing.
Fear slithered down my spine. Okay, I might’ve bitten off more than I could chew because he was easily three inches longer than my favorite prostate massager.
Three. Inches.
“Uh, do you have a license for that thing?”
KC snorted, and Ren actually laughed, his eyes closing as he tossed back his head. The break in tension was nicer than I would’ve guessed it would be.
KC hugged me from behind, and I leaned into the warm embrace.
“You know—” He nuzzled my ear, and I shivered. “—I’d love to see someone else take that beast. I know I’m not ready for it. Watch that dick stretch a hole.”
“I want KC to fuck me, too.” I felt stunned at the words that had slipped out of my mouth, but they were true.
Ren whistled. “At the same time?” His eyes were wide, as if I’d finally managed to surprise him, and he licked his lips.
“N-not what I meant. I want him also. You, then him. You know?—”
KC chuckled. “Ren’s kidding. He knows you can’t take both our dicks. You are kidding, right?” He ran a hand down Ren’s arm, his skin pale compared to the artwork swirling over Ren’s body.
Ren shrugged. “Sure.” He leaned down and placed his lips directly on my ear. “For now.”
KC slid his big hands gently along my waist. “Maybe I really should go first. Open him up.”
“No, no. He wants me to force him open.” Ren gave me another slap on the ass, and I hissed because it burned. Perhaps he’d gotten me in the exact same spot twice. Would I have a handprint? “Unless he’s scared.”
“I’m good,” I muttered, nodding. If there was something beyond horny, that’s what I was right now. It would carry me through this stupidity.
“KC, get him ready for me,” Ren said. He dragged his hand through my curls and tugged them just to the point of pain before letting go. “Let’s see some team effort.”
