19. Kingston #3
His confusion wasn’t strong enough to stop the orgasm from hitting him like a freight train, nearly shattering his mind into what felt like a million tiny slivers.
He didn’t know what kind of noises he was making because his ears were ringing, but it felt like his entire body was lit up and buzzing.
Kingston wasn’t fully aware when Allen began spilling onto his face. He couldn’t really see anything past the black spots in his vision, but he felt the hot cum land on his cheek, and couldn’t resist sweeping his tongue out to taste it.
“Kingston, don’t—oh my god.”
Allen sounded far away, but Kingston heard his shock loud and clear. The tremble in his voice was enough to make him grin and stick his tongue out again, tasting Allen for a second time. He didn’t know why Riley had made a face about it; he didn’t find it that bad.
“He almost crushed my dick off,” said Riley—and then he was moving again.
Kingston had been so mind-blown by his orgasm that he hadn’t registered that Riley was still hard until he picked up the pace to its previous speed, using Kingston’s body like a toy.
The hand holding Kingston’s hair finally let go, and he groaned and happily dropped his head back into Allen’s lap. His ass was starting to get sore now that he was coming back down from his high, but Jake and Allen kept him comfortable by touching and talking to him.
Riley didn’t last more than a couple more thrusts. He made a feral sound that had the hair on Kingston’s body standing up, and then his hips stilled against him, making sure he was as deep as he could go before he emptied himself.
Kingston hadn’t thought about what it would be like to have another guy finish inside him, but the throbbing and the warmth spreading felt…yeah, it felt good.
Every part of him felt good, except for maybe his hips and his knees, the former of which began trembling by the time Riley pulled out and helped him lie down.
Kingston cringed as he was settled onto the sheets that were now sticky with his cum, the pillow having been tossed at some point that he couldn’t remember.
He didn’t know if he could speak yet because he was still breathing too hard, but he reached his hand behind him for Riley, needing to know he was there.
“You good, Sloan?” Riley plopped onto the bed beside him, pressing his sweaty face into Kingston’s side. “That was…amazing. Why didn’t we do that sooner?”
Kingston had been saying that for weeks, but at least after today, he wouldn’t have to worry about pushing for sex constantly. Riley seemed ecstatic as he burrowed his face against Kingston’s ribs, making him grunt when his nose dug into a sore spot.
“Jake, need me to help you get off?” Allen said, and he wiggled in Kingston’s arms like he wanted to get up. “I think I still have some strength left in my arm.”
The bed dipped as Jake came closer, and Kingston angled his head so he could see the men kiss over top of him.
So adorable.
“I had fun watching,” said Jake. “Maybe next time. One of us has to stay alert enough to start the cleanup.”
“Fine, fine,” Allen said, sounding grouchy. “But next time we do this, it better include you and Riley making out.”
Riley started laughing, muffling the sound against Kingston’s skin as he crushed him in his arms. Kingston grumbled at the jostling, but he was too busy running Allen and Jake’s words through his head over and over to pay the ticklish feeling much attention.
Next time. They had said next time, and no one was objecting. Not even Riley, who could be a damn stick in the mud.
“Have you boys learned enough today?” Allen asked, brushing his thumb over Kingston’s heated cheek. “No more sex stand-offs?”
Kingston shrugged because he knew Allen hated it, and propped himself onto his elbows. He had to release Allen so he could tug his pants back open, ignoring the yelp of surprise and the swatting he got in return. “Did you make a mess in your panties?” he asked.
Allen yanked his waistband from Kingston’s hands and covered it. “No! I made a mess on your face. You have cum in your hair.”
Kingston shrugged again, and this time he had to dodge Allen’s grab for his nose to keep him from pinching it. He was on his knees and trying to back away from Allen when he was pulled backward into a large, muscular body and a wet cloth was shoved in his face.
Kingston hadn’t heard Jake go to the bathroom. The man was so quiet he was like a goddamn ghost.
Kingston struggled to break free, even kicking in protest, but Jake held him fast—unyielding as steel. He had no choice but to sit still as the cloth scrubbed over his face, down his chest, and through his hair, relentlessly until his skin felt clean.
“There, now get in the shower,” said Jake. “You’re still sweaty.”
Kingston ducked out of Jake’s arms and crawled to the edge of the bed, nearly falling out of it when his legs refused to take his weight. “If I was getting in the shower, why did you use the cloth?!”
Jake took his time looking between the cloth in his hand and Kingston. “I don’t know. I didn’t want you to accidentally get cum in your eye. That’s how you get an infection.”
The man was so cute that Kingston felt obligated to forgive him, especially when he was pouting.
“Right,” said Allen, his mouth curling into a mischievous smirk. “And you might want to clench on the way to the bathroom, or you’re going to leave a trail.”
The thought of clenching anything made Kingston want to crawl into a hole and die. Now that his prostate wasn’t getting jackhammered, he was becoming aware of how damn sore he was.
He found himself in a mini standstill beside the bed, too scared to move, while dealing with a brain that hadn’t fully rebooted.
His salvation came in the form of his tall, annoying rival, who stood from the bed and locked eyes with him—and then promptly picked Kingston up like he was a fucking princess.
“Don’t bitch, just let me carry you,” Riley said, tucking Kingston closer so he could restrain him better. “It’s ten feet. I’m sure your masculinity can survive the trip.”
It would be easier to accept if Riley hadn’t made picking him up look so goddamn effortless. Kingston wasn’t light, but the asshole wasn’t even trying to act like carrying him was difficult.
But since Riley had been an acceptable lay, Kingston held back his comments through a clenched jaw and let him do what he wanted.
Riley chuckled, closing the bathroom door once they were inside to give them privacy, and gently placed Kingston’s feet on the shower floor. He kept an arm around Kingston’s body to help keep him steady as he turned the water on and got it to the perfect temperature.
“You okay?”
Kingston had known the question was coming, so he brushed it off before he could get cranky about it. “I am. It was great. Don’t ask me again.”
Steam was filling the small space, making the world feel warm and hazy.
Or maybe that was the way it would always feel when Riley pulled him into his arms and kissed the curve of his ear. Kingston was running out of environmental excuses he could use to explain why his body reacted to the man holding him.
Things were getting complicated, and Kingston hated complicated.
“We need to talk,” Kingston said, resting his chin on Riley’s shoulder so he could take in his scent and melt into his touch.
“Yes,” said Riley. “We do.”