Chapter 11 #6
Unlike earlier, though, my hole was loose.
Coming—not to mention the pounding KC had given me—had gotten rid of some of the tension slicing through my body.
Ren was able to glide his cockhead past the ring of muscle that had fought him earlier.
I hissed because I’d already gone through having my hole battered, and I wasn’t used to the way his piercings dragged at my insides, a strange bumpy feeling.
“Oh wow,” KC said, and I glanced to my right. He was sitting on the couch, spread out, sweats around his ankles and cock at half mast in the used condom—watching. I shuddered. His dick had just been inside me and now another one was following the same path into my body.
Ren grabbed my hair, and I scrabbled at the chair, but he pounded deep at the same time. The piercings didn’t exactly snag on my hole, but they rippled past in an odd way, and I swore I could feel them deep inside, pushing at me, trying to make me hurt. Or feel good? I wasn’t sure.
The piercings rubbed against my prostate, and the bizarre sensation forced another yell from me. My dick tingled and I couldn’t glance down to look at it with my neck arched by his grip on my hair, but I was throbbing again. Need attacked my insides as surreal spikes of curling tension.
I was hard again.
“This is what people who mess with me get,” Ren growled in my ear.
Then, he unleashed hell, pulling out before slamming his hips against mine.
He pounded into me hard and fast and the tears started again.
I was so fucking humiliated as salty drops spilled into my open mouth.
A steady stream of grunts and yells were flying from me, but that taste let me know he was owning me in a way that was infuriating.
He was winning this game and I wanted him to lose. Didn’t I?
“This is fire.” KC sounded closer. I couldn’t open my eyes, but soon his lips were on mine again.
“Fucking come. You’re going to come for me,” Ren muttered, thrusting wildly enough to scoot the chair across the floor. KC strained his arms to hold it in place, and I thought I was going to pass out watching those biceps bulge while my ass was being filled with more than had ever been in it.
“Come on. Come. On.” Ren smashed his body into mine. His cock pulsed inside me and he moaned, a delicious, animalistic sound that raised the hair on my body. A wave of pleasure so intense I had trouble breathing for a few seconds pelted my brain and made my body jerk in place.
Ren sucked hard on the spot on my neck that must already be a massive bruise. It ached so good.
“Oh!”
KC grabbed my hand and held it as wave after wave of joy blasted through me. Potent heat sliced through my gut and made my cock buck up to spray more cum.
Then, it was over.
Ren heaved behind me, body draped over my back. KC brushed his hand through my sweat-damp hair.
“You’re crying,” KC whispered. “Are you okay?”
I started laughing and couldn’t stop.
Ren slid out of me, and that actually did it. Pain slapped me from a place that never usually felt quite that raw.
“Ouch. Is it fatal?” I asked, groping toward my ass.
“It’s all right,” Ren said, but his tone was more like he was talking to a dog than a person. “Let me check. No blood. You’re fine. You probably weren’t ready for that.” The cockiness was back in his voice. He slapped my ass and sent pain and a sharp spike of fresh interest through me.
“I feel like I should say good game or something.” KC ruffled my hair and grinned down at me.
Ren stepped away and the chair rocked, sending me crashing onto my side, and then I squawked when I rolled down the back of the chair onto the floor. The chair sprang upright. I slapped the floor, not sure if I was angry or what anymore.
KC and Ren were laughing as I got to my feet and wobbled over to my clothing.
“Shower?” KC asked, glancing between us.
“No, I gotta go.” I started pulling my clothes back on.
I didn’t look up again until I was fully dressed, shoes and all, and KC was standing there awkwardly in his sweats.
He rubbed one arm and seemed like he wanted to say something to me, but instead he studied his toes, far more interested in them than necessary.
Ren hadn’t bothered to put anything on. He simply had his arms crossed and was staring at me with a calculating look.
“Are you okay?” KC asked. He frowned.
“I’m fine.” I didn’t know where to put my hands, so I shoved them in my pockets. Every emotion inside me was so big that I needed to slink off and let them simmer in my blood. The silence in my head was strange and loud.
“Go start the shower, sweetheart,” Ren said. “We’re on a date here. It’s fine for him to go. He’s not on a date with you.”
KC chewed his bottom lip, looking like he wasn’t sure if that was right, but then he nodded and wandered back the nearby hall, probably toward Ren’s room. I waited until the door shut before I rounded on Ren, and he smirked.
“I’m telling him what you did to me the other day,” I muttered.
He shrugged. “I’ll tell him what you did to me.”
“He’s going to ask why I was here. He’s not stupid. Eventually, his brain will kick back on and you’ll have to tell him.”
Ren’s cocky grin slowly became a scowl. “And then I’ll tell him what you did.”
“And I’ll tell him what you did! KC’s a nice guy. He’s not going to allow you to treat me like shit.” I crossed my arms and glared right back at him.
Ren’s jaw hardened. I got the feeling as he stared at me that I didn’t know half of what was going on, and I hated that. He wasn’t smarter than me or better than me. He was a jerk who was trying to horn in on PD’s business. And steal my . . . whatever KC was.
I turned toward the door.
“Come back tomorrow. Alone. And bring your portfolio. You did win.”
I shrugged, still furious. “Fine.”
What else could I do?
I had the sinking feeling that once with both of them would never be enough, and I didn’t even fucking like Ren. I was so screwed.