22. Allen #2
The tongue gave one more lick before Jake removed his face and sighed. “You put your ass in front of me. I thought you were offering it to me.”
Allen wanted to argue, but he could see how Jake had concluded that after a quick replay of the events. He locked eyes with Kingston and Riley, who had stopped their activities after Allen shrieked, and were now waiting to see what would happen next.
But now that Allen was hard and wanted to come, the decision wasn’t a difficult one.
With a grumble, Allen wiggled from Jake’s grasp and lifted himself onto the edge of the tub, knocking his leg against Riley’s arm as he spread his thighs and gestured his boyfriend closer. “Come here then. They already have a head start, so hurry up.”
Jake crossed the tub so quickly that water surged and splashed onto the floor, the sound dramatic enough to drown out whatever response Kingston and Riley had.
Allen tangled his fingers in Jake’s hair as he dove between his legs and wrapped his hot mouth around Allen’s cock, taking it to the back of his throat so fast he gagged around it.
“Shit—” Kingston cursed. “Holy fuck—”
Allen glanced at the flustered man, smiling coyly as he tilted his head back and moaned for Jake, letting his boyfriend know he was doing a good job.
It wouldn’t take much to get him off, and the heat and suction of Jake’s mouth, combined with the way he cupped and rolled his balls in his calloused palm, was getting him to the edge at breakneck speed.
“Gonna come for me, Sloan?” Riley said through clenched teeth, like he was fighting to hold out from doing just that.
Kingston tore his eyes away from the show Allen and Jake were putting on and glared at Riley with a convincing amount of hatred. “You first, Evans. You’re the one who’s trembling under me like a virgin.”
Riley snarled and crashed their mouths back together, likely trying to stop Kingston from talking so he couldn’t insult him anymore.
Their moans and Kingston’s motions grew more frantic, and Allen squeezed his eyes shut as the noises and the sensation became too much, and he tipped over the edge into a very long, very satisfying orgasm.
Jake moaned around him, his voice joining Kingston and Riley’s as they came loudly together, panting harshly against each other’s lips as Kingston continued to stroke them until they were both boneless and gasping.
When Jake pulled off and stood, Allen eagerly opened his mouth to return the favour, but Jake hooked his thumb between his teeth and pried it open, setting the head of his cock onto Allen’s plush bottom lip, but not pushing in.
Allen looked up at him, fluttering his lashes as Jake gripped his cock with a groan and started stroking it hard and fast. Just like the rest of them, it didn’t take long—a few urgent strokes and Jake’s body tensed before thick ropes of cum spurted out, landing on Allen’s waiting tongue.
There was always so much, but Allen swallowed what he could and ignored the bitter, salty taste as he dragged his hands up and down Jake’s thighs, encouraging him to give him everything.
Everything meant he was left with a mess of cum dribbling down his chin and dripping onto his chest because he hadn’t been quick enough to swallow it all, which defeated the entire purpose of his bath.
But Allen wasn’t angry—not with Jake looking at him like he’d hung the moon, and not with the sound of Kingston and Riley moaning softly as Jake bent to kiss Allen’s sticky lips as a silent thank you.
“That was... really good,” Riley murmured.
Allen immediately turned toward him, unwilling to miss the bewildered look spreading across his face. It was the kind of expression that suggested Riley wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened, only that he’d enjoyed it far more than he’d expected.
Allen also didn’t miss the way Riley kept shifting his gaze from Jake’s face to his dick, or how red he was turning, like he was thinking about something that left him blushing.
“You looking for horse riding lessons?” Kingston asked Riley, who had also caught onto his boyfriend’s staring.
Allen was feeling sticky, gross, and tired, so he excused himself from the bath just in time for Kingston and Riley to start wrestling in the now tainted water.
He crossed the room and stepped into the shower, reaching for the taps, and a startled gasp slipped from his lips when Jake suddenly crowded into the space behind him, backing him against the cool tiled wall.
With Jake’s broad frame blocking the way, there was no chance of escape—the size difference was ridiculous sometimes.
“So, what do you think?” Jake asked.
Before Allen could answer, Jake’s hands settled on his waist, turning him until they stood face-to-face.
The motion left Allen staring straight into Jake’s crooked grin, and for a moment, he forgot whatever he’d been about to say.
The familiar spark of mischief dancing in Jake’s eyes never failed to leave him feeling dumbstruck and his defences in tatters.
“What do I think about what?” Allen asked, his voice shaky.
“About keeping them,” said Jake, tilting his head toward the shower entrance where Kingston and Riley were still wrestling noisily in the tub.
Allen sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to alleviate the pressure building behind his eyes. “I was completely on board before, but now it depends on how long it takes them to get out of the goddamn jizz tub and clean up. That’s just nasty.”
Jake’s smirk faltered until it pressed into a frown, like he was just realizing the same problem. “Yeah, you’re right. We may have to rethink this.”
Allen chuckled and began rinsing his face under the shower spray, which saved him from having to witness their newly acquired, soon-to-be boyfriends stumbling and slipping across the wet floors to the shower.
Just like the tub, the shower was big, but it felt much smaller with three massive bodies taking up all the space. Allen grunted as he was squished against the wall, saved only by Jake, who continued to shield him as Riley and Kingston shoved each other around while they cleaned up.
But even with his life becoming louder and more crowded, Allen didn’t mind the change. Not when Jake’s arms were around him and the room was filled with laughter—not when it felt like he was home.