“Let’s move.” KC’s grin was brilliant as he hauled me upright.
My knees were shaky as I put both feet on the floor, but that didn’t last long anyway. KC sat down in the middle of the couch, then tugged me forward until I had my knees on either side of his muscled thighs. I gazed down into his face and rested my shaking hands on his shoulders.
My heart soared. How many times had I imagined being in this position with him?
Me naked.
Him turned on.
Literally, thousands of times. This wasn’t exactly what I’d fantasized about. No one else had been with us. Things had been more romantic. But I would take this.
I would take anything I could get from KC.
I stared into KC’s blue eyes, and he looked right back. I felt like I was falling as he flushed, the blush making a few light freckles on his cheeks stand out, and I leaned forward. Our lips met. I opened my mouth and our tongues brushed, greeting each other. I shuddered as he slid his hands down my back. He kept going and palmed the curve of my ass where it met my thighs, and that was weirdly more intimate than him getting a handful of my glutes.
Ren dragged my shirt up, and KC and I broke apart to get it off me, but then we were right back to kissing. A finger took a meandering path down my crack to tease my hole, and electricity arced inside me as I realized it was Ren.
Would he hurt me?
Would he ruin me?
I must be dumber than even I realized because that didn’t sound like a bad thing.
His finger vanished, but when it returned it was slick. He dipped into my body without warning. Stretching me. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but he added another finger and pushed me to the limit, scissoring his fingers, making room in my body.The muscles burned with the new sensation. I was horrified as I found myself undulating, fucking back against him, needing more.
Wanting him to give me the reward that would go with the pain.
Stroke my prostate.
Fuck me from the inside.
I needed it more than anything. I’d been dreaming of a moment like this with KC, and never in a million years would I have imagined Ren teasing my asshole, coaxing me open, but here we were.
And I was getting played. Things with Ren would go sour for me. I knew it. He wasn’t a good guy. But the more he toyed with my asshole, the more willing I was to pretend that wasn’t true.
It was all stupid.
But this got me closer to KC.
And it got me something darker I’d never imagined wanting before I’d met Ren.
I didn’t want it to stop.
Ren spread his fingers so far that I had to rest my forehead on KC’s shoulder and take long, steady breaths to get through it.
“Deeper,” I growled against KC’s skin. He shivered.
KC whimpered. “Oh fuck yeah. I want to be deep inside you, too.”
My head swam. I might pass out from the bizarre mix of pleasure and pain.
KC ran his hands down my back, and I arched my spine, trying to get more. He shifted, and I shuddered when I realized he was leaning to the side so he could get a peek at what Ren was doing to my ass.
“Look at what’s going to tear you apart.” Ren pinched my ass, and I hissed, twisting around.
KC and I stared, and honestly, that order had probably been directed at both of us. Ren tipped his head back. He was such an arrogant asshole. He stood with his feet spread and held his cock like it was a sword. With a shit-eating grin, he slid a condom over himself.
“How’s this for team effort?” KC said.
