“No.”
“What do you meanno? Oh!” It just occurred to me that I could struggle for real as he set me on my feet again in front of KC, who was still all blushy and luscious with his dick snaking down the leg of his suit pants. My brain went on the fritz as he grew right before my eyes. My core clenched and I let out a shaky breath.
My mouth watered and I felt dazed as he plumped up so much I could clearly see the outline of every bit of his shaft.
“Are you feeling neglected?” KC grinned and traced his thumb alongside his dickstamp, and while it was clear he was playing some sort of ultimate mind fuckery on me with Ren, his sweetness canceled out any of Ren’s awfulness.
I drifted toward him when he held out his hands. My feet knew where I wanted to go, even if I was sure I should getthe hell out of here. Nothing good was about to happen. The diabolical grin on Ren’s face made that clear.
A shiver of anticipation made my throat tight.
“Not anymore.Youalways make me feel good,” I muttered, spaced out and still focused on the way his dick was definitely at full mast but caged in those sexy suit pants.
KC only grinned. He carefully caressed his lips over mine, then sucked on the bottom one like it was made of glass. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and lean into the gentle and all-consuming experience. I went on a quest to map his sculpturesque body with my hands. This must be what the old-world masters did to learn how the marble of gods and heroes should feel under their hands as they chipped away stone to free their visions. The curve of his chest muscles was vibrant and real and centered my attention on the here and now, rather than the crap continually spawned in my brain. I swept my trembling palms around his pecs, and he sighed happily as I brushed my hands over the spots on his dress shirt where his hard nipples poked through.
KC broke away and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it. I snickered because the heap of fabric landed near Mr. Wiggles, who hopped away, startled and affronted. He didn’t bother to remove his tie.
“Where’s Ren?” I asked, frowning around the softly lit room. Shadows made the corners feel far away and gave the space a dreamlike quality. Or perhaps some of that vibe was from my pulse pounding so hard I could feel it thudding in my throat.
When did Ren leave? Oh well. This was too peak to waste wondering about where that vermin had scurried off to. I tugged on KC’s tie, and he grunted, a tiny sexy sound that made my balls feel stuffed full of cum.
“Are you more worried about what Ren’s doing or kissing me?” He grinned.
I got the feeling, based on his tone—KC was so honest he wasn’t good at whatever misdirection this was supposed to be—that Ishouldbe a hell of a lot more than “worried” about whatever Ren was up to. Scared to death. But I was ensnared by his pretty blue eyes speckled with flashes of amber. He murdered my thought process when he brought my hands to the hard ridges of his perfect abs. Entranced, I followed the hills and valleys with my fingertips.
“How much do you work out to get your body this firm?” I licked my lips.
“Don’t stop,” KC whispered as his eyes slipped shut. I felt like some sort of magician as his cock jumped underneath his suit pants while I traced around his belly button, then fiddled with his zipper.
“Can I touch more of you?” I asked, dipping my fingers under the waistband and sliding them around to tease the top of his round ass muscles.
There was a sound from the direction of the living room. Perhaps Ren was opening cabinet doors and slamming them closed again? I tilted my head and glanced toward the door, but KC chose that moment to drag me close and rub his trapped cock against my abs.
“Swear I can feel your heat through our clothes. Oh wow.” My ears burned hotter than flames.
He thrust hard against me, snickering.
“Oh,” I whispered as my gut clenched. His abs contracted and moved, keeping me focused on the prize right in front of me.
KC was mouthwatering up close. His lips were so pink and his eyelashes were dark but burnished red. Those tiny details settled into my mind, but I couldn’t think at all beyond the physical when he grabbed my hands and moved them back to his ass with a toothy grin. He pressed my palms flat on those firm globes and patted the back of my hands.
“How many squats do you do a day?” I mumbled, then pressed a quick kiss to his left pec, which became a lingering brush of lips on his clean skin.
He chuckled and the sound rumbled in his chest. Melodic. Masculine.
I was almost sure he gave me an actual answer to my question, but all I could focus on was squeezing the impressive mounds under my hands.
“Want to try that again with nothing in the way?” He breathed the words directly into my ear. The heat fried my brain—or whatever was left of it. I was willing to bet there wasn’t much at this point.
“Uh-huh. Yeah.”
He laughed—well, it was more of an adorable, amused giggle—as the tinkle of his belt buckle coming undone met my ears. His pants and boxers hit the floor at the same time. He looked so proud of himself when his cock sprang up to join our little situation that I had to laugh as I gave his tie a tug.
Another odd noise from the other room hit my ears. “What is Ren doing?”
“Do you really care?” KC cradled my hands. He stepped into my space, and I bit my bottom lip as I slid my trembling hands along the smooth, soft skin of his waist, then back to his ass. I traced a couple of light stretch marks that must’ve happened from all his bulking up, but even those added rather than subtracted to his growing status in my mind as one of the hottest men to ever walk the earth. My fingers mindlessly traced the proof that he was human and therefore fuckable, not some odd artwork come to life. I crumpled against him, and this time he hissed as he ground his leaking cock against my T-shirt. I was in heaven with two handfuls of soft skin over hard, round muscle and his cock smacking against me.
He rested his lips on the top of my head, not quite a kiss, but still an intimate touch that sent a tidal wave of fond warmth crashing through me. A jolt of electricity buzzed under my skin as I tilted my head back, and he groaned and devoured my mouth, tongue flirting with mine.
