I followed his slick tease into his mouth, and he growled when I fucked inside, a tiny low sound that tumbled shivers through my stomach as he wrapped his arms tight around me.
A loud clatter nearby jerked me from my jock-bod-inspired cloud nine.
Ren grinned like he’d really accomplished something great as he leaned both hands on a straight-backed wooden chair, doing an odd half push-up that made his biceps stand out. I wanted to run my tongue over the artwork decorating the muscled hills. Irritation wormed through me as he shimmied his shoulders.
He always knew how to pickaxe a moment.
“All right, pretty boy,” he said, voice dipping low and dangerous. “Let’s do this.”
“Who are you talking to?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes.
I had a few seconds to puzzle over strips of gleaming red cloth—perhaps silk?—tied to the chair legs and back, but then Ren was moving toward me with that asinine, shit-eating grin, which made me want to punch him. I stumbled when I took an abrupt step to the side, and my cock ached in a way that had me gasping.
I dropped KC’s amazing asscheeks to turn toward Ren and raise my hands, since in a weird way, I felt like perhaps I needed to defend myself against whatever bullshit Ren was up to, but KC didn’t let me move away. Instead, he anchored me close by wrapping his arms around my waist. My right shoulder bumped his chest.
I totally lost track of what I should be doing as Ren cupped my face and kissed me.
I floated. Firm naked chest beside me. Hard body pressed to my front. This was what I’d wanted earlier when I was losing my mind in the car and they were ignoring me.
I hated being left out. So much of my life was being stuck on the outside looking in at what I wanted, but now I was being crushed between two hot men.
Who could complain about that? I never wanted it to end.
KC licked up my neck, his tongue scalding a path that ended behind my ear. I arched against him and shifted around to rub my cock on his thigh. A sizzling tension crawled up my spine and my groin pulsed with pleasure that wasn’t quite enough. I bucked against him again, chasing that rising tide.
Vaguely, I registered that KC squirmed a hand between us and was opening my fly. A thrill streaked through my gut.
Yes, get your hand on me. Please, jerk me off. Please, touch me.
“Yes,” I moaned into Ren’s mouth as KC cupped me through my jeans. We were all scrunched together in a way that wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but we couldn’t get enough of each other. I tried to thrust, but KC chose to strip my lower half instead, which was fine. Fan-freaking-tastic, actually. Things could only get better from here.
“You can fuck me,” I said, but I wasn’t necessarily talking to one or the other. I didn’t care who pounded me, I just wanted to come on a cock.
Ren snorted out a laugh and pulled back to peel my shirt off, and I felt a little vulnerable standing naked between a football god and Ren, who was still dressed and always seemed three seconds away from possibly deciding he hated me enough to kick my ass.
But not even the thought of him physically hurting me made my dick go down, so what did that say about me? And more importantly, “What are we going to?—”
“Now!” Ren shouted.
I squeaked as he grabbed me under my arms and KC bent to snag my legs. I struggled as they took me to the chair, sweat breaking out on my body, but as soon as my ass was on the seat, KC played dirty and dropped to his knees in front of me.
Shocked me still.
Part of me knew what was happening as Ren tied my hands behind me with the soft cloth—I was being played—but KC’s breath tickled my hard-on. All I could do was arch in his direction, trying to sink my cockhead between the bow of his pink lips.
Ren slid a band of silk around my middle, and it felt so good that for a moment it distracted me. I settled down solidly onto the chair.
“Oh, that was a mistake, Kitten.” Ren nipped the top of my left ear hard, and I gritted my teeth as I strained my arms. The way my wrists were secured left no room for movement. Warm breath gusted across my cockhead, and I melted back against the seat.
KC ducked down and tied my left leg to the chair, and a spiteful part of me thought about kicking him, but instead, I just ran my right foot over his amazing quad until he wrestled it down and secured it, too.
“Damn.” Yeah, I had been fucking played. I would’ve probably tried to really kick Ren in the nuts, so it was smart of him to put KC in front of me.
“You all right?” Ren asked gruffly as he came around the side of the chair to run his hand over the silk KC had just wrapped around my ankles. He didn’t look into my eyes, almost as if he was embarrassed to be caught acting halfway human. Somethingunclenched in my stomach, and I was able to drag in a deep breath.
“Yeah.”
