We locked eyes and heat sparked between us, a powerful current that would probably keep us pushing and pulling against each other until one of us was dead. The moment felt loaded and tingles skittered across my exposed skin.
“Snap your fingers if you aren’t okay at any point.”
“What are you?—”
Ren forced a wide piece of red silk into my mouth and tied it behind my head as I tried to shake him off. Fury had me wanting to claw his eyes out. This was beyond twisted.
Adrenaline poured through me as I strained and growled. Oh fuck, this was so much worse than being locked in the car while they kissed. At least then I could’ve broken a window or jerked off. I was stuck with nowhere to go.
No way to take care of my aching cock.
“Now, this is how you deal with a spitting kitten.” Ren tweaked my nose, and I glared murder at him. “Ooooh, you want to take a chunk out of me?”
I nodded at him and bit the gag. I could probably make myself understood if I tried hard enough, but I was too fucking furious.
“Well, you can’t!” He stuck out his tongue.
Asshole.
Ren’s face hardened. Perhaps he’d remembered he didn’t want to be having fun with me.
KC slid his tongue over his plump bottom lip, and the way he stared at me, like I was something special, had my cock flexing. My gut tensed. I wriggled my hips, but the only thing that happened was my cock bobbed.
Ignored.
Ren snorted and carefully lifted KC’s tie from his neck, and I cursed a blue streak through the gag as he looped it around my dick and tightened it, just enough so it wouldn’t fall off—as long as I was hard.
The pressure of the fabric pulling downward instantly had me panting and straining. All I could think about was my pulsing cock. It was an insistent reminder that I was stuck here, unable to do a damned thing, not even touch my own dick.
I was totally under their control. I poked the gag with my tongue as hot drops of precum raced down my shaft and my balls felt weirdly full and heavy.
KC flashed that beautiful smile that I normally loved, but he was in cahoots with Ren, so I wasn’t sure how I felt.
Other than so fucking horny it hurt.
“Aw, you look like a present we get to unwrap later.” KC bent and brushed a sweet kiss to my cheek. “With bows and everything.” He patted the top of my head, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
He tugged on a curl.
Ren put his hands on the chair on either side of me, leaning close. “Now, you get to watch.” He blew me a kiss.
I tried to say “fucking jerk,” but it came out “ucking erk.” I was pretty sure he got the gist of it because he winked.
Ren stood up, took a step, and KC practically attacked him. I was stunned and so fucking jealous of the way KC ripped at Ren’s clothes with his cock bobbing in front of him—a cock I’d gotten hard, but Ren was getting to tease. Play with. Touch.
Motherfucker.
I strained against the silk as they completely, totally ignored me. I spiraled, trying to figure out how to get free as KC stripped Ren’s shirt. All those tattoos set me on fire. They looked good, but they also represented hours of patience and pain.
That said something about a person. I wasn’t sure what, but I was double certain I was furious to be stuck here as KC ran his tongue around Ren’s nipple, then dropped to the floor as if it was made of steel and his knees were magnets before reverently opening Ren’s jeans.
It didn’t matter how much noise I made, neither one of them looked at me. An ache started in my chest, even as my cock waved and tried to get their attention. I wanted to be part of this. No,neededto be part of it.
I caught sight of Mr. Wiggles scampering nearby, and an evil part of me hoped KC noticed, but no, he took Ren’s huge goddamned pierced cock out of his pants and slobbered all over it instead.
I wanted KC touching me, wanted him looking at me that way. Horror washed through me as the toxic sledgehammer of realization socked me. This wasn’t all about KC. I wanted to run my tongue over Ren’s massive cock, too.
Wanted those piercings to sting and hurt and pound my prostateoh so fucking good.
