Chapter 11 #3
The pet name made acid bubble in my heart.
I’d known KC forever. If one of us was going to call him something special, it should be me.
I strained and wanted to fucking knock out Ren all over again.
He kept distracting me from that game plan by kissing me and making my dick leak.
I flexed in his grip, and he leaned more of his weight against me, smirking.
“Don’t tell KC what to do,” I barked.
“Why? You’d like it if he listened.” His stupid eyebrows waggled again.
“I don’t mind, really.” KC grinned at me.
“That’s not the point!”
KC ran his thumb over my bottom lip, and I melted back against the wall. “You’ll like it.”
“Oh, listening to me really fucking is the point.” Ren’s lips kicked up in a corner. His obnoxiously pretty hazel eyes gleamed with mischief. They were such a great color. It wasn’t fair. He should be an ugly toad.
In theory, I knew how to deal with people like this from years of existing around Barber, but that coolheadedness I’d developed went right out the window.
I knew better than to give in, talk back.
Knew it would lead nowhere except insanity, but I growled.
There was no biting my tongue. “You aren’t wanted here, Ren. ”
“Oh—” He checked out my dripping cock and tilted his head. “—why are you such a liar?” He slammed his knee against my leg and made my cock wobble.
Nothing. Not a single word would leave my mouth. I was too fixated on how every single motion of my body seemed to drive me closer to coming.
As furious as I was at Ren, most of my attention zeroed in on the fact that KC dropped like a rock to his knees.
He caressed his fingers along my shaft, gathering up the precum, and I cried out as he gently swirled his fingertips over my cockhead.
It was such a butterfly kiss to the most sensitive part of my straining body.
It was so like him—sweet—but it had been transformed into torture by the length of time I’d been hard.
I used all my weight to struggle, but Ren’s hands were harder than manacles.
“It’ll be more fun if KC follows my orders,” Ren murmured, then attacked my mouth again, driving his tongue deep.
My head spun.
After a bit, he pulled back. “You have a hair trigger. You gotta get that stamina up.”
The fury that Ren had been adding fuel to since I’d walked in the fucking door finally exploded. He fucked his tongue deep into my mouth again, the cocky fuck, and I sank my teeth into it.
His eyes widened and he attempted to pull back for about half a second, then stilled. I didn’t bite down hard enough to make him bleed, but I glared.
His eyes sparkled with something that was far too fucking amused as he waited me out.
I shook my head a bit.
He dug his fingers into my skin. A low growl from Ren vibrated into my mouth, and I whimpered but didn’t let go.
“Fuck, that sounds so hot. Sooooo hot,” KC muttered from somewhere near the spot my cock was dying to be sucked. In my wildest dreams I never would’ve thought this was how getting my dick touched by KC would happen.
Wet, perfect heat closed around my cockhead, and I gasped, releasing Ren and knocking my head back against the wall. Every bone in my body, except the one KC was playing with, melted. My skull ached, so I must’ve clonked myself pretty hard. I didn’t care. How could I?
“Oh, Oliver has some fire in him,” Ren said. He scraped his teeth along my chin, bordering on painful. I expected him to be pissed off by what I’d done, but he only grinned as he shoved a hand up the front of my shirt.
“Wh-what are you—”
He found my nipple and squeezed painfully, then twisted.
Tears welled in my eyes, but KC’s warm mouth slid farther down my shaft as he rolled his tongue around my cockhead.
I wanted to look down to see the sight—how many times had I fantasized about KC with his mouth on me?
—but Ren was busy dragging his teeth along my skin.
I couldn’t do anything except give him room to work.
He twisted my nipple again. It hurt but didn’t, in a strange way.
The sensations got tangled together until my body was one big erogenous zone.
“Fuck, fight me,” Ren said on a sigh, and as he leaned closer, he rubbed his hard-on against my hip. He was still trapped in his boxers, but I could feel the heat from his huge bulge blazing through the fabric as he humped against me. Or perhaps battered me was more accurate. It was rough.
He dropped his lips to my ear. “I’ll always win in the end. It doesn’t matter what you do. How hard you struggle. How cute you are with KC. I’m. Going. To. Win. I don’t quit.”
Fury blazed through me and my cockhead pulsed with a pleasure so good it almost hurt. I was right there, quivering on the edge.
KC stopped sucking, and I was three seconds away from dying. “Rough waters. Careful. You’re gonna make me bite.” He snickered, and I thrust in the direction of the sound, which only made him laugh harder.
“Sorry,” Ren said. The asshole sounded anything but.
I was going to say something awful, I could tell, but before I could make my quivering lips form words, Ren’s mouth was back on mine. My arms were starting to ache from being forced over my head. I tried to pull them down, but Ren kept me in position.
KC went back to teasing my cockhead, but this time he didn’t take it in his mouth, just rolled it around on his hot, slick tongue.
“Mm.” I tried to say more but couldn’t speak around Ren’s tongue. My hips rocked, but KC must’ve decided I was too close to getting off because he didn’t suck me again. I tensed when he used both thumbs to flirt with my balls, putting light pressure on them while he mouthed along my shaft.
One of KC’s thumbs stopped the sweet pressure on my balls, and he swallowed me. I froze as he slid one hand back farther.
“What’s going on? Oh, you like whatever that is,” Ren rasped into my ear.
“Unf.”
He snickered.
A finger teased my hole. My body stiffened and my balls drew up. Heat rushed me from head to toe. I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs and strained against Ren. Tried to get my hands down to touch KC. Needed to touch the person responsible for the wonderful mouth on my dick.
“Need—need. Fuck!”
Ren leaned back and nudged KC’s shoulder with his knee. “That’s enough. Seems Oliver, here, is a powder keg. We don’t want him blowing his load yet.”
“Don’t stop!”
Watching my cock reappear, glistening with KC’s spit, was almost enough to finish me off. Ren gripped my wrists harder, causing agony that made things a painful ecstasy, and tears dripped down my cheeks. When had I started to cry? A sob tore free of my throat.
“It’s okay,” KC murmured before kissing my hip. He gently rubbed circles on my thigh.
This was perfect and fucked up in so many ways. I wouldn’t be in this position without Ren’s asshole employee calling to threaten me. Did Ren know this would happen? Want this to happen? Was it a happy accident? I’d been manipulated, but for what, exactly?
If I hadn’t shown up, Ren would probably be balls deep in KC. The knowledge clawed at my insides. The way Ren was treating me, I couldn’t imagine him ever allowing himself to be vulnerable with someone else, allowing them to take him.
Yeah, he would’ve been riding KC, his own personal sex roller coaster.
And oh, how I wanted to fucking be taken. None of this was fucking fair.
“KC, you were going to call me again, right?” I asked. My head was fuzzy, the electric storm of my emotions blasting me now and again, striking at the worst moments and distracting me.
“Definitely.”
Ren’s smile slipped and he glanced down at KC with a little frown. My heart jerked. Was Ren jealous? Had he known KC long enough to worry he might lose him?
“Were you afraid he wouldn’t call you now that he’s seen all I have to offer?
” Ren’s smile was back, and there was something infuriatingly familiar about him.
There was only one other person who had the ability to make me want to clock him in the face while still feeling fond of him—Barber.
It was weird to meet someone with that same talent. I’d thought he was one of a kind.
But I knew how to deal with someone like Barber. Hell, I’d been preparing for this moment for years, I just didn’t know it until now.
Defiantly, I slid my gaze down Ren’s body.
His smile blazed hotter and there was a gleam in his eyes; although, I wasn’t quite sure what emotion I was seeing there.
I flexed my fingers, but Ren’s hands continued to lock my wrists in place.
“Sorry, but I’ve seen all of KC. Saw him before you did, in fact. And he’s hotter.”
Ren’s smile disappeared.
“And you know it.”
“Yeah, but I asked if you were worried that he wouldn’t call you because I’m hotter than you?” He stuck his tongue out at me.
I shrugged, face flushing. Okay, so I didn’t get under Ren’s skin the way I’d hoped, and he’d successfully reminded me that he looked better than me. How was he so good at stupid mind games?
KC blushed as he stood. “You two were talking like you knew each other. Do you know each other?”
“No,” we said at the same time.
“Uh, okaaaay.” KC rested a hand on my neck, then slid one up to caress Ren’s, which seemed to drain some of the tension from the big man. My eyes had a mind of their own, and I took a winding tour of Ren’s artwork and the muscles in front of me.
Ren actually wasn’t terrible when he wasn’t talking.
“I don’t mind you guys doing . . . whatever this is, but can you keep it civil? I don’t like the idea of either of you getting your feelings hurt while we’re together.” He brushed a fingertip around my ear.
“Me? Me keep it civil?” I squeaked.
Ren snickered. “Yeah, we can do that.”