28. Allen #2
With a predatory grin, Allen planted his hands on Riley’s chest, his fingers digging into the firm muscle as he lifted his hips just enough to slide up the length of Riley’s cock before slamming back down.
The impact jolted through them, and Riley’s hips bucked involuntarily as a sharp gasp escaped his lips.
Allen didn’t give him time to recover; he set a brutal rhythm, rising and falling with forceful thrusts that made his ass slap against Riley’s thighs each time he bottomed out.
“Fuck, Allen—” Riley started, his voice rough and near breaking, but Allen cut him off by grinding down hard and circling his hips to rub his prostate against that perfect angle inside him.
The sensation shot sparks up Allen’s spine, but he focused on Riley’s face—the way his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth falling open in a silent cry before a low whimper slipped out.
Yeah, that was what he’d been waiting for. Allen had known that Riley had a submissive side too, and proof was laid bare before him. It hadn’t taken him much effort to turn the confident man into a pile of needy sounds.
Allen picked up the pace, bouncing faster now, his thighs burning from the effort, but the ache only fueling his drive. Riley’s cock dragged inside with every plunge, filling him as he pushed them to the brink of what they both could handle before they would be forced to stop.
As soon as Riley sensed Allen’s intentions, he yanked on the sheets and gave him a pleading look. “Please let me come—I’ll get hard again—”
Allen slowed to a stop and leaned forward to brace one hand beside Riley’s head while the other pressed against his lips to silence him. “You’re being such a good boy, Riles. Don’t ruin it now.”
Allen could barely speak through his ragged panting and need, but he kept his cool and swept his sweaty hair out of his eyes, flashing Riley a wicked grin.
He had faith in Riley’s refractory period, but he was committed to his plan now, so his pride wouldn’t let him give in. No matter how much they wanted it.
“Give him a kiss,” Kingston said, using his hand to push Allen lower. “If I don’t come soon, my dick is going to fall off. Distract yourself so we can prep you faster.”
Allen wanted to be irritated by his pushiness, but he let it slide this time. He permitted the press of Kingston’s hand on the back of his neck to guide him until his mouth met Riley’s in a soft, tentative brush of lips.
Riley’s breath hitched, and before Allen could pull away, he surged up and captured his mouth in a deeper kiss. They briefly fought for control with their tongues, but Riley’s eagerness soon melted Allen’s resolve, and he fell to Riley’s willingness to please him.
Kingston’s chuckle rumbled low behind him, but Allen tuned it out, focusing on the slide of Riley’s lips and the way his stubble scraped against Allen’s jaw just right.
They kissed like they were starving, and Allen yanked Riley’s hands away from the sheets and brought them to his face so Riley could stroke his cheeks as their mouths moved in a messy rhythm.
Allen moaned, the sound muffled by Riley’s hungry kisses. When hands that could only belong to Jake gripped his hips and spread his cheeks apart, Allen’s body arched instinctively into the touch, ready for what came next.
Cool lube dripped between his cheeks, followed by the press of a finger circling his already stretched hole. Jake worked him open slowly as the single digit slid in beside Riley’s cock, gently twisting to coat his inner walls with more lube to make the glide easier.
“Oh fuck,” Allen gasped against Riley’s mouth, breaking the kiss for a second to catch his breath, but Riley chased him, nipping at his lower lip before diving back in.
Riley was whimpering so loudly from the overstimulation that Allen’s skin was beginning to break out in goosebumps at the sounds. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that Riley was the one who was getting split open right now.
“Keep going,” Kingston murmured, his voice strained with impatience. The bed dipped as he shifted closer, and the heat from his thick cock brushing against Allen’s thigh made him jolt and moan into Riley’s mouth.
Another finger joined the first—Kingston’s this time—more demanding as it scissored inside him alongside Jake’s. The stretch burned in a sharp ache that made Allen’s cock throb against his stomach, but the dual assault had him clenching around everyone, pushing back without thinking.
Riley swallowed Allen’s whimpers with soft kisses and whispered praises as he slid his hand down to wrap around Allen’s dick, stroking him in lazy pulls that matched the thrust of their tongues.
Allen bucked into the touch, and the prep turned slick and obscene as more lube was added and fingers curled relentlessly to hit that spot inside him, sending pleasurable jolts straight to his balls.
He was a drooling mess of haggard breaths and trembling limbs as Kingston added a third finger, stretching him wide enough to take what was coming.
“He’s ready,” Jake said in a pitch so low it was more growling than words. “Kingston—be careful.”
The fingers pulled free, and Allen whined at the sudden emptiness, but Riley silenced his grumbling with another deep kiss.
Before either of them had enough time to remember what oxygen tasted like, Kingston draped himself over Allen’s back, forcing his legs to spread wider and angling his hips higher so the position would be comfortable.
As comfortable as it could be, anyway.
“I should have signed up for yoga lessons,” Allen wheezed, wincing when he felt the muscles in his back twinge painfully. “I’m…too old for this. The last time I tried, I was the same age as you guys.”
“Don’t talk about being with other men unless you want me to kill them,” Kingston said as he lined himself up properly, and the fat head of his cock nudged against Allen’s hole.
Allen didn’t have time to scold him. He had to concentrate on staying relaxed as Kingston pushed in slowly at first, the girth of his cock forcing him open inch by inch, and a burn that bordered on pain flooded him with heat.
Allen cried out and pressed his forehead to Riley’s shoulder as Kingston carefully bottomed out until his balls met the curve of his ass. He was so full—too full—
But it felt so good.
The combination of having two throbbing dicks inside of him that belonged to two panting and moaning men who were begging him for permission to move…was addictive. And Allen was starting to realize that he was a size queen to the core of his goddamn soul.
“So tight—I’m seriously going to die,” Kingston grunted, his hands clamping on Allen’s waist to hold him still.
But Allen didn’t want to be still.
He rocked back, taking both men deeper until the fullness made his vision blur, and Riley began whimpering again.
“Too much,” Riley croaked. “King—I can feel your dick rubbing against mine. It’s so hot and wet, I can’t—”
Allen rocked back harder this time, and both men let out a chorus of babbles that threatened to divert into sobs. “Kingston, you have to move for us. Come on, baby boy.”
“Oh shit.” Riley’s hand returned to pumping Allen’s cock, the glide effortless thanks to all the pre-cum soaking his abs. “I’m not going to last long at all. Just go.”
Allen was close too. His entire lower half was tingling, and every twitch of muscle and throbbing pulse sent ripples of pleasure straight to his cock.
He felt feverish, like he was on the brink of passing out, but he never crossed into unconsciousness; he just hovered on the hazy edge of bliss and light-headedness.
And when Kingston finally collected himself enough to start thrusting, Allen went limp on top of Riley and held on for the ride.
Kingston set a pace that focused more on depth than speed, his hips snapping forward to drive his dick in deep, each thrust punching the air from Allen and Riley’s lungs. The slap of skin on skin echoed, mixed with Allen’s moans and Riley’s whines and nonsensical rambling.
“Wow.”
A finger dragged over Allen’s cheekbone to his mouth, the thumb catching on his swollen lip before dipping shallowly inside.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.”
Allen peered at Jake through his blurry vision, unable to comprehend language as Riley dragged his tongue along the pulse point in Allen’s neck, biting down just as Kingston angled to pound his prostate.
He was sure that he had been coming since Kingston started to move, but he was being fucked so stupid that he could no longer comprehend time or reality.
Allen’s body shook with every brutal plunge of Kingston’s cock, and his hole clenched around the two men inside him as the friction built a burning coil in his gut that wrenched tighter and tighter.
He didn’t know what kind of peak he was about to reach, but the thought of tumbling over it left him dizzy with the oddest combination of fear and excitement.
Kingston’s grunts grew louder as he chased his release, and he shoved a hand under Allen’s sweat-slick chest to pinch his nipple hard enough to make him keen.
The overload left Allen a blathering, sobbing mess, and by the time Jake leaned in to capture his mouth in a quick and dirty kiss, he was pretty sure he had ascended to a place that no mortal should ever touch.
But then Kingston finally reached the end of his endurance, and his hips stuttered before he slammed in deep one last time and came with a roar, flooding Allen’s ass with hot cum.
Riley was right behind him, gasping into Allen’s neck as he added to the mess already coating his thighs and dripping from his hole.