Epilogue/Riley #3
Allen let Riley lead him until he was sitting right where he wanted him; his ankles on either side of Riley’s head and planted comfortably on his face. The first swipe of Riley’s tongue pulled a ragged moan from Allen’s throat, and Riley dove in, determined to force more sounds out of him.
Riley could no longer see anything, and his new earmuffs muted the voices around him, but he could feel everything. There was a hand on his cock, stroking slowly to get him used to the touch, the slide easy thanks to all the precum he was leaking.
Two sets of hands were exploring his body, rough from years of shooting pucks and throwing fists. They eased the tension in his muscles, slowly moving lower until their destination became clear.
The first touch of a slick finger against his hole had Riley tensing up, but he doubled down on eating Allen out to distract himself, pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and curling it in the way that always left Kingston gasping.
Allen’s reaction was similar, and the clench of his legs and the sound of his moan left Riley so pleased that he nearly missed the strange pressure of a finger pushing inside him.
“Kingston, start sucking his dick and get the lube,” Allen said as he moaned and rocked his hips back on Riley’s face. “He’s okay—he’s super okay.”
Allen was correct. Riley was very content where he was, fucking his tongue inside of him, prepping him for Kingston later, while the slow push of fingers mimicked what he was doing to Allen.
It was a bit overstimulating because the hand stroking him and the hot mouth sucking on the head of his cock while he was getting opened up was a wild combination, but Riley didn’t hate it.
He was feeling so good that he couldn’t tell if Jake had already hit his prostate and he just didn’t notice, but that thought quickly vanished when the fingers inside him curled and pressed against something that had him jerking his hips and whimpering between Allen’s legs.
“Found it,” Jake said, and the low tone of his voice sent more shivers erupting over Riley’s body. “More lube, Kingston. Help me loosen him up.”
Listening to Allen and Jake bossing Kingston around was also a strange turn-on that Riley would have to explore later. But right now, he was just doing his best not to suffocate or have a heart attack as his men took him apart bit by bit.
Allen was rocking more frantically against Riley’s tongue, and his moans were coming faster and louder, signalling that he was close. Riley slipped a hand around his waist, aiming for Allen’s cock so he could stroke him into an orgasm, but Allen slapped him away.
“Don’t need it,” Allen gasped. “Can come like this—don’t stop—”
Riley moaned, and the vibrations pulled a cry from Allen that nearly had him coming undone. He whined when he felt a hand grip the base of his cock, stopping him right before he peaked, driving him closer to the point of madness as Jake and Kingston mercilessly bumped against his prostate.
The sharp pinch of Allen’s nails on Riley’s abs was his only warning before the rocking stopped, and he was pinned in place as Allen came with a long moan that had the hair on his body standing up.
Allen’s moans were so sexy, and Riley was so turned on and ready to come that he didn’t care how many dicks were in him anymore; he needed to get off.
Allen suddenly dismounted, swatting Riley away again when he tried to keep him in place.
His flushed and sweaty face reappeared above him before Riley could beg him to come back, and he had two seconds to process the fact that he hadn’t felt the hot spill of Allen’s cum before the devious brunette licked something off his hand and descended.
Riley obediently opened his mouth, kissing Allen as the bitter cum was pushed into his mouth like an offering.
They moaned, and Riley was pretty sure he could hear Kingston moaning too as he messily swapped spit and cum with Allen, the act so dirty and hot that he was worried he might come untouched too.
He whimpered as Allen deposited his reward and then pulled away from the kiss, closing Riley’s mouth and pressing his thumb against his lips to keep them sealed. “Swallow,” he demanded. “It’s your reward for being a good boy.”
Riley did as he was told, his mind feeling strangely hazy as he swallowed and then opened his mouth to show off how well he’d done.
Allen cooed and softly praised him as he picked up a wipe from the pack on the bedside table, quickly cleaning him so he was less sticky. “You did so good. You don’t even realize how many fingers are inside you right now, do you?”
Riley didn’t, but that could have been a mix between all the blood in his body rushing to his dick and the way his attention was locked onto Allen. His body was buzzing with the need for release, and he wasn’t above climbing Jake like a tree if he didn’t get inside him now.
The world suddenly spun, and Allen disappeared, leaving Riley on his stomach, staring at the headboard. He knew what was coming even before Jake’s hands lifted Riley onto his knees, and he felt the heat from his large body pressed against the back of his thighs.
It never truly occurred to him how big Jake was until he was pinned in a vulnerable position with the man looming behind him. Riley pushed his face into a pillow as Jake draped himself over his back so that he could talk quietly into his ear.
“We’ll start like this since it’s easier in this position. But once you’re used to it, I’ll turn you around so we can see each other.”
Riley nodded and gave a muffled grunt into the pillow, clinging to it like it was his last lifeline.
He forced himself to focus on Kingston’s moans and Allen’s gasps as Allen sat himself on Kingston’s cock, the two of them getting comfortable so they could watch Riley lose his goddamn virginity like they had bought tickets to the show.
Riley didn’t care because he would get them back later. He was more distracted by the feel of something bigger than fingers pressing against his hole, applying small amounts of pressure like it was politely asking for permission to come inside.
It built steadily, Jake’s cock stretching him open inch by inch until the thick crown finally popped inside and Riley gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets while his rim burned and clenched around the intrusion.
Riley jerked his head away from the pillow and shot a look at Jake over his shoulder. “I don’t think you’re going to fit,” he said, panting. “It feels like a lot.”
Jake had his serious frown on as he gently slipped out and grabbed the lube. Riley was already drenched in the sticky stuff, so there was no need for Jake to apply more, but he did anyway.
“Do you trust me?” Jake asked, keeping his touches light as he lined himself back up.
Riley didn’t have to think about it.
“More than anything.”
Jake nodded and set his hand on Riley’s waist, his thumb brushing over his skin soothingly.
“I am big, but we prepped you so well that it shouldn’t hurt beyond feeling uncomfortable. I would never hurt you, Riley. You’re safe with me, so just relax and let me in.”
Riley’s ears were burning as he hugged the pillow tighter and lifted his hips, hoping it was enough of an answer for Jake to understand.
Pressure was applied against his hole again, and this time, the head of Jake’s cock pushed in more easily. Riley whined when Jake gripped his hips and pulled him back onto him, bringing them together in one long, careful, steady thrust that forced Riley’s walls to yield around every inch.
Jake didn’t stop until his hips met Riley’s ass and his heavy balls were pressed tightly against him, making the space inside him feel too small to take in a proper amount of oxygen.
“Breathe, Riles.”
Riley’s mouth fell open, and he gasped pathetically.
Jake felt massive inside him. The girth was forcing his insides to stretch wide, and the length reached so far that Riley could feel the head nudging against his deepest spot with every tiny shift.
His thighs trembled, and heat flooded his belly as Jake stayed buried to the hilt, letting him feel the pulsing and throbbing of the big cock seated fully inside—letting him remember how to breathe.
“Good?”
Riley pushed the pillow away, so he didn’t accidentally suffocate himself when Jake inevitably fucked him stupid.
“Mm good.”
The hands on his hips gave a soothing pat—and then Jake was moving.
He drew back until only the head remained inside before slowly driving forward again, the force rocking Riley off balance.
There was no friction because of the copious amount of lube, so the glide was comfortable even if the length of Jake’s cock was pushing him to his limits.
Then the thrusts came faster, each one of them punching louder moans and more air from Riley’s lungs whenever Jake bottomed out. The thick shaft dragged along his inner walls, rubbing over that sensitive spot again and again until Riley’s arms began to shake.
He didn’t know what he had expected bottoming to feel like, but it was a bizarre mix of too much and not enough. He didn’t want Jake to go any deeper because the fullness felt scary, but it also felt good, and he liked how hard Jake was panting and how loud he was moaning.
Riley was doing that to him. He was making Jake feel so good that he was leaving bruises on his skin and making noises that had his toes curling. It gave him the confidence to start moving. To see if he could get Jake to make any other sounds that would make his skin feel tingly and glittery.
He rocked back, and Jake’s hands gripped his hips hard, pulling Riley into meet his thrusts and take him even deeper. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with Riley’s broken moans and Allen and Kingston’s gasps.
Riley could feel every ridge, every vein, and the way the flared head caught on his rim on every pull-out before spearing back in. Sweat dripped down his spine, and his own cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs, swinging with each powerful thrust.