19. Kingston #2
Sensing his readiness, Riley finally eased a second finger in alongside the first, the added thickness bringing a sharp sting that quickly shifted into fullness.
He wasn’t confident with his stretching motions, but Kingston didn’t find it uncomfortable, just awkward.
But as long as Riley kept hitting that damn spot, he was content.
“This part is more fun if he’s doing it while sucking you off,” Allen said, voicing the thought Kingston had been considering. “You’ll learn to enjoy it eventually when you’re not in a rushing mindset.”
Kingston’s answer was a groan because Riley was making it harder for him to speak with every slow push inside him. He kept targeting that sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing and massaging until stars burst behind his eyelids, rendering him stupid.
He panted loudly, sweat slick on his skin as the dual intrusion stretched him wider, leaving his cock throbbing and aching for release.
By the time he introduced the third finger, Kingston was a mess.
Loose and pliant, his ass clenching greedily around the trio as they were fucked into him in one smooth motion.
He felt like he was about to come, which was stupid because he thought he would need his dick touched to accomplish that, but he had a feeling Evans would prove him wrong given time.
“I like how loud you are,” said Riley, his voice close to Kingston’s flushed ear. “Does it really feel that good?”
Allen’s giggle joined Kingston’s grumble of frustration as he reached behind him and shoved Riley away.
“Want to bend over and find out?” Kingston barked, but there was no heat in the threat. There was no way he was giving up his position now that he knew what it felt like.
“If he’s giving you attitude, then he’s probably ready,” said Jake, and Kingston felt a hand touch his back next to Riley’s. “Please don’t do something stupid—like jamming yourself inside.”
“I’m not going to jam myself inside,” Riley said through clenched teeth. “I’m not that much of an idiot.”
Debatable.
“The condoms are on the side table,” said Allen. “Jake, can you—”
“No fucking condoms,” Kingston snapped. “I can’t get pregnant, and we both got fancy health checks from the league doctors. Condoms are pointless.”
Riley made a sound like a wounded animal, while Allen and Jake stifled their laughter. Kingston assumed he had said something dumb, but he thought his logic was sound.
“Nope, let him learn,” said Allen. “Once he sees how annoying the cleanup is, he’ll change his mind.”
Kingston didn’t give a shit about cleanup. At the pace they were moving, it would take him forever to get to that part anyway.
Just to prove his point, he began reaching behind for Riley, as if he could somehow take hold of his dick and force him to mount. He received a swat and a laugh for his efforts, but then Riley withdrew his fingers and reached under Kingston’s stomach, helping him onto his knees.
“Please remember not to tense,” Allen said, and then added. “We can leave you two alone for this part if you think you’ve got the hang of it?”
Allen hadn’t finished his sentence before Kingston tightened his arms around him. He didn’t want anyone to leave. Having Allen in his arms made him feel calm, and the heat emanating from Jake’s hand on his back was grounding.
He knew Riley would rather it be the two of them, but that was only because he was a possessive bastard. But Evans had to learn how to share if he really wanted to date Jake and Allen down the road, and Kingston didn’t mind beating the lesson into him.
A warm, muscled body draped over him, and Kingston blushed, scowling when Riley kissed the back of his neck. “I know you’ll punch me for this later, but I need you to know how perfect you look right now.”
Riley wasn’t wrong about the punch, but Kingston was too flustered to throw an insult at him.
Fighting with his rival was expected, but the trust Kingston had in Riley always left him reeling.
It made no sense in his mind, but he couldn’t picture doing this with another guy.
Even if he thought about Jake and Allen, too, it always came back to Riley and his goofy smile and awful bedroom talk.
Only Riley could get away with whispering sappy words into his ear—and touch him like he was made of glass—and make him feel safe enough to submit.
Kingston’s hold on Allen tightened at the thought, and he was hushed as fingers brushed through his damp hair, soothing him.
Allen likely thought he was reacting to the sensation of Riley lining his cock up and preparing to push inside, but that wasn’t it.
The physical stuff was easy; it was the emotional stuff that was making him panic.
The head of Riley’s cock nudged against him, pressing insistently, and Kingston matched him by pushing back. He was eager despite the nervous flutters inside his stomach because sex usually helped to keep his mind off the stupid stuff that he couldn’t wrap his brain around.
Riley entered him inch by inch, pausing every few seconds to let him breathe. His hands were gripping Kingston’s hips firmly but not bruising, keeping them both from moving faster than they were ready for.
The stretch was intense and more than three fingers had been, but Kingston’s body yielded with nothing more than a pleasurable burn that left him gasping and nuzzling his face against Allen.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Riley groaned, his voice strained as he sank deeper, until his hips met Kingston’s ass and he was fully buried inside him.
All of them went still, giving Kingston a moment to adjust to the invasion. He could hear the three men breathing heavily around him, and he could feel the pulsing of Riley’s cock inside him, sending ripples of sparks dancing along his nervous system.
It was altogether too much and not enough, leaving him unable to voice what he needed.
Riley leaned over his back, kissing Kingston’s shoulder softly while he reached around to stroke his leaking dick in slow pulls, doing his best to ease him into the sensation overload.
“R-Riley…” Kingston said, hating how shaky his voice sounded.
Three sets of hands and one mouth were suddenly on him, caressing, kissing, touching and soothing until pleasure overrode the initial discomfort. Their whispers of praise were enough to make him blush, but Kingston didn’t…hate this.
And once Riley felt Kingston relax around him, he started thrusting without having to be told what to do. He moved shallowly at first, pulling out halfway and sliding back in with controlled rolls of hips, hitting that spot that made Kingston’s arms shake.
“Oh god, please tell me it feels good for you,” Riley asked, panting. “I want you to love this as much as I do, because holy fuck.”
Kingston nodded his head, unable to vocalize as a rougher thrust punched a moan out of him. He did fucking love this. Who wouldn’t want to be fucked and pampered by three people?
Allen and Jake were keeping quiet, and Kingston could tell they were trying their best to let them have their moment, but he couldn’t wait for them to be more active participants. Because that’s what Kingston wanted—he had decided now.
Boyfriends, no. Fuck buddies, hell yes. There was nothing wrong with that.
Teeth bit into his shoulder, and Kingston gasped and rocked back to meet Riley’s next thrust. The slap of skin meeting skin built an easy rhythm that was so good it left sweat pooling in the groove of his spine.
When a well-angled thrust made Kingston cry out and clench around Riley’s cock hard enough to draw a hiss from him, the pace quickened, thrusts deepening as he gripped Kingston’s waist tighter.
Now that Riley knew the angle, he ground against Kingston’s prostate with each push inside, making each new moan louder than the last.
Allen was squirming under him, but he kept quiet and continued tugging on Kingston’s hair, his breathing sounding ragged. Jake had switched from running his hands over Kingston’s body to scruffing the back of his neck, like he was holding him in place so Riley could fuck him however he wanted.
The thought had heat coiling in Kingston’s gut, his cock throbbing in Riley’s fist as he jerked him off in time with his movements.
“You feel so good,” Riley murmured, his breath hot on Kingston’s neck. “Can we do this all the time? I want to fuck you every day.”
Kingston nodded frantically, pushing his ass higher to take him deeper, the burning inside turning him hungry, desperate and panting. The roughness amplified as their bodies began to demand more, Riley snapping his hips forward hard enough to make the bed creak.
The longer, firmer strokes jolted Kingston’s whole frame, making him brace against Allen as his ass clenched around Riley’s pistoning cock, the friction building to a fever pitch without crossing into pain.
Someone’s hand—maybe Jake’s—tangled in Kingston’s hair and pulled his head back just enough to expose his throat to Riley’s teeth, letting him nip and nibble as he drove into him relentlessly.
“Ally, come on his face,” Riley gasped, the words tickling against Kingston’s throat. “Would be so hot. Please.”
Allen’s whimper had Kingston’s balls drawing up, and he moaned and stuck his tongue out, as if he could silently convince the pretty man to do what Riley asked.
“I said that as a fucking joke,” Allen said, but he tugged his pants down just enough to release his cock and quickly wrapped his hands around the shaft, stroking it.
His enthusiasm had Kingston begging for his own release, thrusting back to meet Riley as he rushed closer to the edge, ready to tip over.
The urge to see Riley’s face was sudden and unnecessary, but it sent a wave of need through him that he’d never experienced before, and didn’t want to think about.