28. Allen #3
The dual sensation of the hand on his cock and Jake fucking into his mouth with his tongue is what tipped Allen over the terrifying edge, and his orgasm ripped through him in waves so big they threatened to drown him.
Everything went white—shimmery even—and Allen clung to Riley and Jake to keep himself from astral projecting out of his fucking body.
He didn’t know what kind of mess he was making on Riley’s stomach, but he prayed to all the gods, begging them not to let him lose control of his bladder.
He didn’t think he would, but he couldn’t feel his body from the nipples down, so he couldn’t be sure.
“Shit—stop clamping down, Ally. I’m trying to pull out.”
Allen’s soul snapped back into his bones, and he held onto Kingston’s words, using them as an anchor so he could remember how to be human again.
He felt the emptiness return when both men pulled out, and then Allen was dragged off Riley and flipped onto his back, the rough movement making his head spin.
“Almost done,” Jake said as he knelt and hauled Allen closer, throwing both his legs over one of his broad shoulders. “Allen, I have you. Just hold on.”
Allen nodded so that Jake knew that he was okay before he went limp, a gasp leaving him as the emptiness inside him disappeared and was replaced by Jake’s cock.
Jake tipped his head back and let out a broken moan as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust, and the tingling heat returned in a violent wave that crashed over Allen, sending him instantly reeling into another orgasm.
“You’re really wet inside,” Jake panted, fucking into Allen like he was a sex toy. “I can feel you coming around me. Is it good?”
Allen didn’t have the energy to string words together, so he clenched around Jake’s cock and gave a high-pitched whine, hoping it was enough of an answer.
But Jake seemed to find it acceptable because he never slowed as he lifted Allen higher, practically dangling him upside down as he deepened his thrusts.
Allen wailed and wrapped his arms around his stomach, trying to stop himself from shattering as Jake diligently attempted to rearrange his insides.
He could feel Jake’s cock bumping against his arms, and even though it felt weird, he couldn’t help but press down harder just to see how loud he could make his fiancée moan.
He kept going until Jake let out a choked sound and bent forward, folding Allen’s legs into his body and pinning him in place as his body convulsed, filling Allen with hot spurts of cum that immediately began spilling out.
Allen kept clenching, still feeling hazy from his tsunami-level orgasm as he milked every last drop and whimper from Jake’s trembling form. He didn’t stop until Jake collapsed and rolled them onto their sides, both going limp as they lay there spent and gasping.
Allen was vaguely aware of Kingston’s approach and the sensation of his limbs being rearranged until his arms were filled with a sticky, sweaty, freckled-skinned blond with cornflower blue eyes.
Even though he was drenched with sweat and gross, he welcomed the warmth from being sandwiched between Jake and Kingston, already certain that he could do this for the rest of his life.
“We need to do this every time,” Jake said, the words tumbling so closely together that Allen could barely understand them. “Kingston and Riley’s cum is way more efficient than lube.”
A scoff on the other side of Jake revealed where Riley had disappeared to, and Allen spent the last of his resources on a giggle that hurt his bruised body.
“It’s sexier too,” Jake finished, like that would make his reasoning sound.
“I…don’t know about that…” Kingston nestled his chin on the top of Allen’s head and sighed. “If we do this every time we fuck, my legs will be too shaky to play hockey, and I’ll have to retire.”
Jake shrugged, unbothered.
“I can’t believe I’m in bed with my GM, making out with him and coming inside his wife,” Riley muttered, popping his head over Jake’s side so he could smirk at Allen and Kingston.
“The GM will be coming inside you soon enough,” Allen muttered, grimacing at how scratchy his voice sounded.
Riley’s cockiness wilted, but Allen noticed that he didn’t seem nervous, just shy and flustered.
“Soon,” Jake said, lifting his hand to drag his knuckles over Riley’s red cheeks. “Have you decided what position you want me to put you in, or are we leaving the vote up to Allen and Kingston?”
“Get fucked,” Riley spat before flopping back down and disappearing.
“That’s no way to talk to your new GM,” Jake muttered, sending a playful wink at Allen and Kingston.
Allen was happy that Jake seemed excited about his career switch. He knew routines were a big thing for his fiancée, but Jake was so excited that it seemed like he was taking the idea of change better than expected.
“Jake being in charge of us will be kind of hot,” Kingston murmured, already sounding half-asleep in post-coital bliss.
Jake locked eyes with Allen and shrugged, and the response left Allen laughing weakly and clutching his aching sides.
Kingston wasn’t wrong.