Chapter 11
OLI
“Yes.” KC’s rough voice sent a shiver to my groin that sank like a rock as warm heat filled my dick. “Yes, Oli, please join us.”
“Oh.” I melted into a lust puddle. KC caught me staring at him.
His solid chest was a playground I wanted to explore.
His nipples stood out on his hard pecs, and I had the overwhelming urge to touch them and perhaps even lick them.
The hopeful expression on his face doused the fuse on my anger.
I’d been fuming when I’d walked through the door—I was still furious at Ren for his horseshit—but KC was standing there with his cock pushing out the front of some wet-dream inducing gray sweats.
That seemed a lot more important than any grudge.
Ren cleared his throat with a smirk that made his face super fucking punchable.
I held in a sigh. Without his clothes on, he belonged in a music video.
KC was sculpted from hard work on the football field, but Ren had those vanity muscles, obliques and upper abs honed to perfection.
It was clear the only thing he needed his muscles for was fucking.
The mystery of why KC would date such an obnoxious asshole was solved. I didn’t look like I was a guitar away from a rock album cover. I looked good, but not like that.
“Why were you swearing at Ren? What’s going on?” KC walked toward me, his hard-on leading the way, and I swore the temperature increased with every step he took. Obviously, KC and Ren had been fooling around when I’d arrived. Why did Ren make sure I was here for this? To rub my nose in it?
I already won the bet. Guilt picked at me for having made one in the first place.
KC flushed and glanced down at the floor.
Hurt unfurled in my chest. KC was with Ren. He didn’t call me and invite me over, Ren did, so the jerk could gloat. If it weren’t for Ren, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be alone at home.
This must be payback.
My fury might as well be TNT because it exploded in my brain again.
My cheeks scalded. God, I wanted to fucking kill Ren.
I couldn’t exactly tell KC about anything that had happened between me and Ren if I wanted to keep my dignity.
Plus, it would be pretty easy to spin the tale of me booby-trapping his new business to make me look like a bad guy, which wouldn’t help.
Shit, KC was staring at me. What could I say? “Uh, because . . . . I . . . .”
“Because we got started without him, of course,” Ren said smoothly, flashing his perfect teeth. “Who would want to miss out on a second with you?”
Confusion passed over KC’s nicely pink face, but I only saw it for a second because Ren leaned down and brushed his lips against my ear. I shivered as he caressed his fingers along the back of my neck.
“KC attacked my cock like he might never get one again.” Ren nuzzled my ear. “Did he do that when he was with you?” The dickhead winked as he leaned back.
Static popped and fizzled in my brain. I shoved him, but the asshole was massive— probably had fifty pounds of muscle more than I did—and rather than moving him, my hands on his hard body did nothing. Well, not nothing. I groped him for a few seconds. God, those pecs were solid. My mouth watered.
He grabbed my wrists, pushing my back against the hallway wall. The heat and pressure of his firm body against my chest made my brain flatline in an explosion of sex sparks.
My cock went on red alert as Ren’s fingers flexed on my wrists. He raised his eyebrows, one at a time like a fucking jerk.
The challenge in his eyes had me baring my teeth. “You know I won, right?”
Ren’s mouth fell open, and then he chuckled, a low evil sound that had my stomach squirming and left me tugging against his grip.
“Hey, what’s going on, guys?” KC asked, and he was starting to sound concerned for real, but I couldn’t look away from Ren to answer him, even though my instincts were screaming at me to comfort him. Which was kind of nuts, since I was the one being shoved around.
“KC slid those pretty lips down my dick and drained my balls dry. He gagged so fucking good. Jealous?” Ren nipped my ear, and a decadent spark of pain sliced through me. It was so phenomenal I could only gasp. “You may have won the bet, but I’m winning the war.”
Fuck Ren.
I hated him.
He shoved me harder against the wall. There was a weird crumbly noise. Perhaps the drywall was getting ready to give out under the strain. Another streak of heat slithered through my stomach and south to my dick. My head spun.
“Hey, what’s going on? That’s too rough. He’s little,” KC said, moving toward us with a frown. The fact that he cared had me soaring inside, but irritation at KC feeling like I needed a rescue must’ve kept my mouth shut a few seconds too long, since his eyebrows dove.
“I—It’s fine,” I mumbled.
Ren winked at him. “You can see he’s loving it.”
My cheeks blazed as they both glanced down at my dick doing its best to punch a hole in my jeans.
KC might be worried about me, but his ready-to-go cock was swinging inside those sweatpants with each step he took as he moved closer.
Did he enjoy seeing Ren manhandle me? KC’s attention was a caress on my body, his gaze scraping me raw, and it had me harder than fuck.
My hips rocked. Humiliation blazed to life in my chest as Ren chuckled and his fingers bit into my wrists.
“Uh, okay, I see that he likes it.” KC glanced between us. The gears were turning in his head. Did he suspect Ren already knew me? Did he have any clue I’d already lost a load to Ren? Technically, it wasn’t cheating, at all, it was almost an accident. But would he see it that way?
I wanted to slap myself.
Clearly, he’d been doing the same stuff with Ren.
Jealousy and something else, a weird achy pain, nipped at me, but it combined with my anger and only made my dick strain harder against my jeans.
“I—I do,” I acknowledged, since he and Ren both seemed to be waiting for that.
“Shouldn’t you have, uh, a word or something? You know, in case the rough stuff is too much for Oli? I don’t want him to get hurt.” KC squeezed Ren’s bicep, a sensual caress, and there was something in his eyes I didn’t usually see. Not quite anger, but he was serious.
My heart fluttered. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. The small grin he flashed me confirmed it. That made this better, somehow. KC gave a shit. I writhed against the wall.
“You mean a safe word?” Ren glanced between us. “He’s not just a fling to you, is he?” Some of that cocky attitude vanished and he caressed a thumb over my wrist as he studied KC’s face.
“No! Of course not. Consent is important even if someone is a fling. It’s always important.
And not hurting each other is important.
You know, just, I want to make sure everything is good for everyone.
I’ve never thought about having more than one guy at a time, but if we do that, it should be something we’re all enjoying.
” He rested a shoulder against the wall, and for some reason, him staring at both of us with concern and care written on his face hit me harder than watching his eyes close with lust.
Another bomb went off in my belly and precum leaked into my underwear, making it a sticky situation I couldn’t ignore.
“I like it. Okay, your safe word is rotten.” Ren winked at me.
“Shouldn’t I make up my own safe word?” I snarked.
“No, you’ll use the one I give you. You’re lucky I didn’t pick smelly.
” He thumped my hands back against the wall, and I couldn’t help but hiss.
“Aw. Did I give you a boo-boo? Let’s kiss it better.
Sweetheart, why don’t you give Oliver a kiss?
” Ren tightened his grip on my wrists until it was a throbbing twinge.
It seemed now that I had a safe word, he was going to treat me however he wanted, which was fine.
I could take some pain.
“Yeah, Oli’s a good kisser,” KC said with a dorky grin. He ran his hand along the side of my face, which distracted me from the pain in my wrists.
“I am?” The air leaked out of my lungs.
“Of course.”
Ren’s brow furrowed, but I lost track of him, in a weird way, as KC leaned in from the side and covered my lips with his.
I moaned and opened up for the gentle onslaught.
My cock ached as he flicked his tongue against mine, not only because the sensual tease felt amazing, but because I swore I tasted the salty sweetness of cum.
That weird sensation of everything inside my brain becoming a jumbled shiny mess had me shuddering and quivering.
Ren’s cum? Was I sucking Ren’s cum off his tongue? How exactly did he get Ren’s cum in his mouth?
Did the two big men rut together, kissing?
Perhaps wrestling? Would KC be on top or bottom?
Would Ren hold him down? Or would KC be sweet and gently suck Ren, forcing all that meanness into submission?
God, what would it be like to have both of them holding me down?
The endless possibilities stole the breath out of my chest.
A bolt of excitement zipped through me, leaving my insides sparking with molten heat. Ren positioned my hands high above my head and anchored them. I wasn’t sure what he was doing because my eyes had slid shut at some point while KC teased my tongue into dancing, but then I felt teeth on my neck.
Ren’s teeth. Taunting me. He would scrape my skin, then ease away. A cycle that had me tensing for pain but didn’t pay off. When I finally relaxed into the sensations, he bit down in sharp nips that had me arching in his hold, trying a half-assed attempt at escape while my cock ached.
It made sense that sex with Ren would be a torment. That’s how he’d been every other time I’d interacted with him, but I liked the way he handled my body a hell of a lot more than when he ran his mouth.
He sank his teeth into my skin hard enough that I cried out.