28. Allen
“I have ideas for players we need to trade for. I would like to see the defensive line strengthened.”
Allen would never understand why Jake brought such polarizing topics up in the middle of foreplay while Allen was getting his ass fingered.
Especially tonight. The night they were finally going to cross lines and see how comfortable the four of them were with fucking each other.
Allen had been enjoying the experience of sitting on Kingston’s face while Jake helped open him up, but all the fun came to an abrupt halt after the impromptu GM meeting was initiated.
Allen yelped when Kingston pushed him up so he could let out a string of curses. “I almost fucking suffocated,” he hissed. “What did you just say?”
Allen very much doubted Kingston would have suffocated since he hadn’t been putting his full weight on him.
That was why Kingston was lying on his back between Jake’s legs—so Allen could straddle Jake’s lap and create a safety net in case the newbie decided that death by face-sitting was the way he wanted to go, and refused to come up for air.
“Take the fingers out of me if you guys are going to talk hockey. I’ll go read a smutty book and jerk off instead.”
A hum from Riley somewhere behind Allen told him that wasn’t going to happen.
Jake frowned and tightened his hold on Allen’s waist. “No, my fingers will get sad and cold.”
“I’m getting sad and cold,” said Allen, gesturing to his dick to prove a point. “Look what you’ve done to him. Do we need to ban hockey talk in the bedroom before I forget what it’s like to feel horny again?”
“God, he’s got a mouth on him,” said Kingston in his typical miffed tone, but Allen’s sulking must have worked because he set him down on his face again and went back to enthusiastically fucking him with his tongue.
Allen cried out as Kingston dove between Jake’s spread fingers to reach deeper, curling his tongue in a way that left him feeling shaky and tingly. “I don’t—why are you guys talking so casually when we’re supposed to be—ah! Having a celebratory but serious moment here!”
Jake moved to shrug his shoulders, but Allen dug his manicured nails into his arms to stop him. Understanding words was hard enough to do, so he couldn’t add deciphering Jake’s silent communication on top of it.
“But it’s not serious, Ally.” Riley’s large body pressed up against Allen’s back, making him feel tiny in comparison.
He didn’t fight when Riley gently gripped him by the throat and tipped his head back, forcing Allen to meet his gaze.
“All the teasing you’ve been dishing out for the past few months has made us too eager to fuck you.
So, be a good girl and ride Kingston’s face properly like you know he’s been begging for.
We can be romantic and talk about our life dreams after he ruins your pretty hole. ”
Allen, in his thirty years of living on the Earth, had never been called a good girl during sex.
He resented it—but he also loved it. Maybe there would come a time when he would let Riley get away with bossing him around, but it couldn’t be today because Allen knew he had to assert his dominance early or his hockey players were going to think they were in control.
Riley was still smirking when Allen took his hand and pulled it away from his neck, but his tune quickly changed when Allen lifted himself off Kingston’s face—ignoring the shout of dismay—and dismounted Jake completely.
Two sets of hands reached for him, but Allen pushed Jake and Kingston away as he crawled toward Riley, wearing a smile that he hoped looked terrifying.
And it was, judging by how fast Riley’s eyes widened and how quickly he began scurrying backward.
“Nuh-uh,” Allen tsked, grabbing hold of Riley’s ankle to hold him in place. “On your back, Mr. Alpha Male. If you think we’re just here to have fun, then I’m going to use you like a toy since you’re so eager for me to play with you.”
Riley peered over Allen’s shoulder like he was expecting the others to save him. “Ifuckedup.”
Jake’s sigh was quiet, but hearing it made Allen’s smile grow wider.
“Get on your back, Riles,” said Jake. “You’re about to get a crash course on who’s in charge in our dynamic.”
“I thought it was you!” Riley shouted over Kingston’s cackling. “Like—I know Allen bosses you around sometimes, but I thought he was just being a brat.”
Allen had slinked his way up to Riley’s lap during his argument with Jake and shoved his hands against his chest, applying pressure until the flustered man took the hint and lay down.
Grinning, Allen groped Riley’s pecs as he got comfortable, jiggling them until Riley’s blush travelled from his face down his chest.
“I’m a service top,” Jake explained with the confidence of a man who had done his research. “Allen is my dom.”
How that didn’t come up in their many conversations about merging into a foursome, Allen didn’t know. But he was glad it didn’t because it was worth seeing the bewildered expression on Riley’s face firsthand.
“Are you still a green light?” Allen asked cheekily.
Too stunned to speak, Riley nodded and began reaching for Allen’s hips, but Allen caught his wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head. “Keep your hands here, or I’ll bring out the ropes and tie you to a chair instead.”
Allen wasn’t an expert with bondage and BDSM, but he liked the power it gave him, and he liked how willing Jake was to follow orders.
He didn’t mind filling the role of their dom.
It wasn’t because they needed to spice up their still very new sex life, but they could use it to balance the four of them out.
If Allen stayed in charge, then the temperamental men in the relationship could defer to him instead of butting heads.
That was also why Allen was okay with being the first one to cross the line and have sex with Kingston and Riley. Jake was clingy and possessive, but he wasn’t the jealous type; he would have sent Allen on his way with a pat on the ass if he could.
And since Allen was making the first move, it took the pressure off everyone else. As long as Jake consented, he didn’t mind getting thoroughly fucked by three gorgeous men if it broke down the rest of the mental barriers and allowed them to grow closer.
“Do I get a safe word or something?” Riley asked, his voice so high-pitched it was almost a squeak.
“Sure,” Allen chirped. “Say ‘offside’ if you need to take a break.”
He winked as he lifted his hips and took hold of Riley’s throbbing cock, notching it against his hole before sinking fast enough to punch a moan from them both.
Allen felt the thick length of Riley’s cock stretch him wide as he impaled himself, the burn of the intrusion mixing with a rush of pleasure that made his own dick twitch against his stomach.
He paused for a heartbeat, savouring the way Riley’s body tensed beneath him, abs flexing as he gripped onto the bed sheets for dear life.
“Shitshitshit.” Riley’s teeth were clenched so hard that Allen was worried he might crack them. “Ally—holy fuck. I can’t believe I’m inside of you. Are we crazy? This is crazy.”
Allen dragged his hands from Riley’s chest to his stomach, watching the way the muscles twitched and contracted under his touch. Part of him wanted to take his time with Riley, but Allen wasn’t in the mood for slow builds tonight—he wanted to wreck him.
“This is so fucking hot,” Kingston said, sidling over to Allen and bumping their arms together. “I can’t believe Riley is right…”
Allen gasped when Kingston planted his hand on his stomach and pushed until he could clearly feel Riley inside of him.
Riley made a choked sound that was cut off by Allen’s moan, and he could feel how badly Riley wanted to thrust by how his thighs were shaking, but he didn’t budge.
Allen removed the hand from his stomach and shot a glare at Kingston’s grinning face. “Enough of that. I’m going to ride him so I can loosen myself up, but then I’ll need yours and Jake’s help after that.”
“Help with what?” Kingston asked, looking far too innocent.
Jake chuckled and draped himself over Kingston’s back, nuzzling his face into white-blond hair. “I told Allen I wanted him to take both of you. What do you think I meant by that?”
Riley hissed and tugged on the sheets, pulling them so taut that they began to rip. “Nope. You guys need to stop talking, or I’m going to come.”
Kingston leaned closer and grabbed one of his boyfriend’s nipples, pinching until Riley cursed and arched his back, jostling a grumbling Allen along with him.
“Settle down. Don’t ruin this for me, Evans.
You need to keep your shit together because I really want to see his cute ass stretched around both our cocks. ”
“No bickering,” Allen said, through gritted teeth. All of Riley’s wiggling was making him brush against his prostate, and Allen was embarrassingly close to coming, too.
“And after they’re done with you, I get to have my turn,” said Jake, smirking like he couldn’t be more pleased. “I can fuck you as hard as I want and I won’t have to worry about hurting you.”
That was…a good point. Allen didn’t know if he would be conscious by the time Jake pounced on him, but he was going to try his best.
Jake’s excitement was impossible to ignore—and it only intensified when Jake reached out and tangled his fingers into Kingston’s hair, tipping his head back with firm, unspoken intent. The movement was deliberate and confident, leaving no room for hesitation as he leaned in and claimed his mouth.
Allen watched the kiss unfold, heat curling low in his stomach while he enjoyed his front row seat to the pretty sight of Kingston submitting to Jake’s rough handling.
He allowed the distraction until the firm body under him began to fidget, and then he set his mind to the previous task of rendering Riley Evans speechless.