Chapter 11 #4
“Can we go to the bedroom?” KC pressed a kiss to the corner of Ren’s mouth, and hot jealousy seared through me.
I wanted his lips on mine. Something about the way Ren shifted made me glance down.
How was it possible that he looked like he’d smuggled a mini baseball bat into his boxers?
The fabric was getting ready to lose the battle.
But, that meant this must be turning him on.
I must be turning him on. Right?
Pleasure darted through me. It was one thing to know I’d gotten KC hard, but both of these men must want me.
That was crazy.
I bounced my attention between the sexy gray sweatpants and the boxers barely doing their job.
When I glanced up, Ren was smirking again, and my body flushed from embarrassment.
You know what? Fuck Ren. He was hot, sure, but I didn’t have to touch him. I was only touching KC. Ren could go screw himself. Being a tattooed fantasy didn’t give you free rein to be a dickhead.
“I have a better idea.” Ren cocked his head, almost as if he’d heard me deciding I wouldn’t even spit on his dick.
“Why don’t you go get the lube, sweetheart?
” He dropped my hands like they were on fire, then snagged KC around the waist before rubbing his hard-on.
A little fluffing was his parting gift for doing sex chores.
I shifted my hips. Me, me, me! I refused to say anything, but I wouldn’t turn that treatment down.
KC’s eyelids fluttered and he sagged against Ren for a few seconds before he nodded and rushed back the hall toward what I assumed was a bedroom.
“What gives you the right to call him that?” I poked Ren’s chest.
“Call him what?” He swatted my hand down and it stung.
For a few seconds, I was too mad to speak. I put my hands on his chest to shove him again, then stopped because that hadn’t worked last time. And then, I got mad because I’d checked myself. God, Ren was infuriating. “Sweetheart.”
He smirked. “KC wants to date both of us. He told you that, right? So, I can call him whatever the fuck I want. He’s not your boyfriend.”
“He’s not yours, either.” I threw caution to the wind and shoved Ren again, but same as last time, it didn’t do much for me. Ren grabbed the back of my neck and spun me toward the living room.
“Let go, you jerk.”
“You have a safe word. You can use it.” He flexed his fingers on my neck as he marched me over to a white couch and shoved me until I was straddling the arm, my dick pressed against the cool leather. Humiliation swept me. I should use the stupid safe word, but then . . . .
This would stop.
Fuck, I didn’t want this to stop. What was wrong with me?
The position on the couch was awkward, with a knee on the cushion and a foot on the floor, but it didn’t matter how much I flailed, I was stuck in that spot. Ren shoved his bulk against my back and held me there.
The weight of his body against mine jammed my slippery, needy dick into the leather and drove me wild.
The friction whited out my vision. I humped, loving the pressure that twisted up my stomach, but he slumped, crushing me.
I tried to thrust, despite the way he was messing with me, because it was either that or start sobbing.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t you dare come this way.” He slapped my ass, and I gasped at the sharp blast of heat on my skin. Tears filled my eyes and trembled on my lashes.
“What are you doing?”
Ren and I both froze as KC’s voice intruded on the heated battle we were fighting.
“Well—” Ren squeezed my ass with both hands, and it finally occurred to me I could swing at him, but when I tried, he simply captured my wrists again.
“—Oliver said he wanted both of us to fuck him. Thought this was a good spot.” Ren leaned down and nipped my earlobe so hard I shuddered at the wash of pain through my system.
“Did I win it all yet?” he whispered.
“Oli, you want us both?” KC asked, sultry heat in the words.
I couldn’t see him, but his voice was getting closer.
There was something about being immobilized that spoke to the oldest part of my brain, the part that was barely human.
It pissed me off, yet I couldn’t get enough of it. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Of course I do,” I blurted. I glared over my shoulder at Ren because we both knew I was mad as fuck at him.
I didn’t go so far as to say anything about him keeping his dick to himself, though, because if KC started to figure out how fucking mad I was at Ren, he might not put his cock in me because he’d want to get to the bottom of things.
I wouldn’t do anything to stop KC from fucking me.
And perhaps Ren knew that.
Holy fuck, this was bad.
Ren shocked a squeak out of me when he shoved my pants and boxers down farther.
I’d honestly forgotten they were still around my calves, even though they’d been hampering my movements for a while.
KC tossed condoms and lube onto the couch cushion to my left, then helped Ren quickly remove my shoes, which let them strip me.
Since KC had gone to his knees to get my clothes off, he kissed along my thigh and up my side, which tickled a bit and left us both grinning. Ugh, this would be perfect without Ren. My dick pulsed, and I ignored the fact that I’d never been this hard in my life.
I was feeling stunned, but my cock was on board with everything. Precum dripped from me onto the leather of the couch, slicking my way as I tried to rock some more, that tension twisting higher in my gut.
Ren eased away, and I arched my back so I could stare at the salty sheen marring the leather. Damn it, I wanted to paint it with cum. My stomach burned as a throb of pleasure thrummed through my dick.
Everything about this had my body wired.
Ren picked up a condom from the couch, and my skin tingled as I watched him. I flexed my fingers on the leather.
“KC? You should fuck him first.” Ren handed off the condom. “Get him ready for me. I’m bigger.”
“Oh, how much bigger could you be? I really doubt that’s necessary.” I rolled my eyes. It was one thing for Ren to be a cocky jerk, but this was too much.
“Okay, so if you don’t need to let him go first, I’m gonna fuck you,” Ren said darkly, almost like a threat. He cleared his throat and waited until I was staring at him to drop his boxers.
I nearly choked. He was massive.
Ren winked at me as he flipped up his dick so I could see the piercings on the bottom.
“That’s a hell of a party trick,” I said, and my nervous laughter made me irritated.
I’d never been fucked, but I had toys. Could I take him?
He didn’t need to know I’d never seen anything like that in real life.
The rows of silver barbells looked vicious.
Painful. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out of me.
They looked fucking amazing.
Fear slithered down my spine. Okay, I might’ve bitten off more than I could chew because he was easily three inches longer than my favorite prostate massager.
Three. Inches.
“Uh, do you have a license for that thing?”
KC snorted, and Ren actually laughed, his eyes closing as he tossed back his head. The break in tension was nicer than I would’ve guessed it would be.
KC hugged me from behind, and I leaned into the warm embrace.
“You know—” He nuzzled my ear, and I shivered. “—I’d love to see someone else take that beast. I know I’m not ready for it. Watch that dick stretch a hole.”
“I want KC to fuck me, too.” I felt stunned at the words that had slipped out of my mouth, but they were true.
Ren whistled. “At the same time?” His eyes were wide, as if I’d finally managed to surprise him, and he licked his lips.
“N-not what I meant. I want him also. You, then him. You know—”
KC chuckled. “Ren’s kidding. He knows you can’t take both our dicks. You are kidding, right?” He ran a hand down Ren’s arm, his skin pale compared to the artwork swirling over Ren’s body.
Ren shrugged. “Sure.” He leaned down and placed his lips directly on my ear. “For now.”
KC slid his big hands gently along my waist. “Maybe I really should go first. Open him up.”
“No, no. He wants me to force him open.” Ren gave me another slap on the ass, and I hissed because it burned. Perhaps he’d gotten me in the exact same spot twice. Would I have a handprint? “Unless he’s scared.”
“I’m good,” I muttered, nodding. If there was something beyond horny, that’s what I was right now. It would carry me through this stupidity.
“KC, get him ready for me,” Ren said. He dragged his hand through my curls and tugged them just to the point of pain before letting go. “Let’s see some team effort.”
“Let’s move.” KC’s grin was brilliant as he hauled me upright.
My knees were shaky as I put both feet on the floor, but that didn’t last long anyway. KC sat down in the middle of the couch, then tugged me forward until I had my knees on either side of his muscled thighs. I gazed down into his face and rested my shaking hands on his shoulders.
My heart soared. How many times had I imagined being in this position with him?
Me naked.
Him turned on.
Literally, thousands of times. This wasn’t exactly what I’d fantasized about. No one else had been with us. Things had been more romantic. But I would take this.
I would take anything I could get from KC.
I stared into KC’s blue eyes, and he looked right back.
I felt like I was falling as he flushed, the blush making a few light freckles on his cheeks stand out, and I leaned forward.
Our lips met. I opened my mouth and our tongues brushed, greeting each other.
I shuddered as he slid his hands down my back.
He kept going and palmed the curve of my ass where it met my thighs, and that was weirdly more intimate than him getting a handful of my glutes.
Ren dragged my shirt up, and KC and I broke apart to get it off me, but then we were right back to kissing. A finger took a meandering path down my crack to tease my hole, and electricity arced inside me as I realized it was Ren.
Would he hurt me?