Chapter 11 #2
Fuck, when did I become a fan of pain? But it wasn’t so much the sharp hits of agony that I loved as it was the hot tongue and soft lips that sucked the spot better after each bite. It all felt so fucking good. KC let me breathe for a few seconds, and I gasped for air between our lips.
“Cum. I taste cum,” I muttered.
KC chuckled and the pink that filled his cheeks made him even cuter.
“You really enjoy what he’s doing to you?
” He nibbled his lip as Ren kissed lower, and fondness washed over me.
Even though KC seemed like he was worried about me, it was impossible to miss the way his hand slid down those perfect abs to inch toward his own dick.
I did that. I made him horny. I grinned at him.
“Hey, sweetheart, did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t,” Ren ground out as he leaned back, so somehow, he must’ve noticed KC, too.
I shuddered at the rough scrape of his voice.
I didn’t want to follow Ren’s orders, exactly, but I loved the way KC blushed as he held his hands up at his sides with a sweet smile.
“I wouldn’t!”
“KC needs a safe word, too,” I murmured, and Ren gave me a sharp glance.
“I could use yours.” KC shrugged a shoulder and glanced between us. I got distracted because his lips, so pink to begin with, were shiny with my spit. God, what would they look like glossed with cum?
“No,” Ren said sharply. He slid his hands down to my forearms and squeezed, and this time a little bit of pain leeched into my bones.
Rather than being terrible, it made my cock throb.
I hissed, but he didn’t let up on his grip.
“Why don’t we make your safe word red. Like red, yellow, green? Just red.”
“Why does KC get that?” I snarked.
Ren ducked his head and his nose nearly touched mine as he stared into my eyes. I shivered at his intensity. “Because it’s easy to remember.”
“Are you saying he’s dumber than me?” I snapped back.
KC groaned and rubbed the nape of his neck. “I usually get good grades. Just because I’m a football player doesn’t make me a lug head.”
“No, he hasn’t done anything rotten.” Ren’s teasing smirk was back, tugging at his lips.
I wasn’t sure if I’d actually pissed him off by sneaking inside his tattoo parlor or if he’d simply thought it was funny, which was the opposite of what I’d wanted.
I would have to think up something else to chase him out of there, which probably meant this was the only time anything like this would happen, but that was fine.
I wanted KC, not Ren.
Once with both of them was enough.
Although, my dick was very, very happy to be here practically sandwiched between him and KC. It was like a dream where statues of marble gods came to life and invited me to an orgy.
“I won’t give up,” I murmured, glancing at KC.
I wasn’t sure if I meant I wouldn’t give up on getting KC or driving Ren out, but perhaps Ren read between the lines because his lips contorted into a small snarl.
I wasn’t expecting it when he turned my face in his direction, his fingers rough on my chin.
Ren delved his tongue deep into my mouth, owning me, as KC gently stroked his fingers through my curls.
That overwhelming rush, the one that let me know I could very, very easily come in my pants, cascaded through me. My cockhead was one spark away from an explosion.
Shit, I needed to get control of myself.
I tried to shove Ren out with my tongue, fight him off, but we ended up sparring.
I opened wider, inviting him in. My legs slid farther apart, and he wedged his thigh between them, though he wasn’t giving me anything to buck against. It was almost more of a taunt than anything.
I swore I could feel him smile, the asshole.
He knew he was torturing me. Before I could get a handle on the situation, I was sucking his tongue. Begging him to do more.
It was humiliating. Embarrassment twisted in my gut. My cock pulsed and my breath caught.
“So hot. You look good this way, Oli,” KC murmured, then kissed my cheek. He probably kissed Ren’s cheek, too, but I didn’t open my eyes to make sure.
When Ren leaned back, I peeked at him. He smirked like he’d just won, and I wanted to slug him in the face all over again. The anger that spiraled through me sent my cock closer to the edge. I tried to shake off Ren’s grip, but he didn’t let go.
“You taste like my dick.” Ren booped his nose against mine, and I bared my teeth at him.
The mental visual of KC opening wide for Ren’s cock assaulted me, both infuriating and mesmerizing.
“KC must’ve really gotten a good mouthful, huh?
You should’ve seen it. I pumped so much cum into him that his cheeks bulged like a squirrel. ”
KC snorted, and I glanced at him. He wrinkled his nose. “Actually, most of it went down my throat.” His cheeks blazed.
I whimpered. “That’s fucking hot.”
They both laughed, and I couldn’t help how my head swirled. Was I embarrassed? Turned on? Jealous? Angry? I couldn’t tell. I was being pulled in a million different directions and all of them made me want more from them.
I had the strong desire to say something shitty to Ren, but KC’s eyes closed in ecstasy like he was remembering getting that load pumped into his stomach. All I could do was moan.
“Is that why your voice is wrecked? His dick?” I asked.
A shiver racked me, and Ren’s fingers danced along my arms to my wrists again, as if he was remembering that moment, too. He looked like less of a fucker when he was thinking about pumping KC full of cum, which I guess was human of him.
“Oh my God, this is hot,” KC said, running his palm down my abs. The sensation was such a surprise that I pressed back against the wall, even though I wanted his hands all over me. He stopped short, right above my aching dick. “I didn’t get to touch you yesterday.”
“Now. Now. Do it now.” I knocked my head back against the wall.
Ren’s lips twitched and a small wrinkle dug into his brow, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by a confident chin tilt.
“Yeah, now’s your chance, KC.” He tightened his grip on my wrists.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you get a good handful of him.
See if he measures up to me? I know he won’t, but you can figure out if what he’s working with is worth your time. ”
My stomach clenched. “You son of a—”
Ren dove in and kissed me, but that was fine because KC squeezed my cock through my jeans at the exact same moment.
Everything I might’ve said to either one of them flew out the window.
KC’s grip made me feel like fluffy clouds were living in my chest and my cock was an electric current.
I wanted him to do more so fucking bad. I rocked my hips, but he moved with me, didn’t give me extra pressure.
No friction.
My toes curled as I wriggled my hips.
Do something. I wanted to shout, but Ren was raiding my mouth again, trying to force his tongue down my throat. The sensation of him making a run at fucking my throat after he’d skewered KC’s with his dick transformed me into a quivering mess.
“I want to take off your pants. That okay?” KC rubbed my dick harder through my jeans, and my thighs trembled. I fought against Ren’s hold, not necessarily because I wanted to be free. The need to get off was right there, digging under my skin, a sex splinter I couldn’t satisfy.
I wanted to yell at KC to do literally anything more.
KC stopped, and I whimpered against Ren’s lips, but he followed my mouth, not freeing me to talk. The way he trembled against me, like he was holding in a laugh, banked my rage again.
He knew.
He knew I wanted to tell KC to jerk me off or get my dick out or anything other than the teasing that was going to murder me.
He sucked on the tip of my tongue, and heat streaked to my cockhead.
KC rubbed a thumb over the overwhelmed nerve endings on my tip where it stretched to the side in my jeans, and I tried to pump against him.
Fucking hell, I couldn’t get any of the friction I needed.
I tried to grab Ren’s hands but ended up desperately clawing at the air, getting nowhere.
Ren leaned back again, and this time I wanted him to leave a little less, despite him being a fucking asshole. “You better answer him.”
“Wh-what did he—?”
“Can I take off your pants?” KC chuckled, that familiar happy sound I loved.
Amusement gleamed in his eyes, which again, made all this even better.
The element of sweetness had been missing when I’d been on the ground, hard as fuck, under Ren.
It was sugar on top of the burning bite of a ghost pepper.
It transformed everything and made it even better.
“Yes, do it. I want you to do it,” I rasped out harshly.
“Oh yeah, this is beautiful,” KC said, lowering my zipper. He unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down next, then my boxers were shoved out of the way fast. Ren glanced down, as if he couldn’t help but check out the situation. KC was outright staring.
“Don’t just look at it.” I shook my hips, and they chuckled.
I was hard as fuck and flushed red. My slit dripped with precum that was driving me crazy.
The warm drops slid down my shaft, making me even more aware of them.
I wasn’t a small guy, but I wasn’t massive.
There wasn’t so much to look at that they should still be staring.
A dollop of precum dripped from my tip to the floor.
I felt so exposed and hot at the same time.
“Are you ready, Titan?” Ren asked KC. Gravel had slid into his voice, and I shuddered. “Suck him, but don’t let him come yet.”