Chapter 15 #2
He chuckled and the sound rumbled in his chest. Melodic. Masculine.
I was almost sure he gave me an actual answer to my question, but all I could focus on was squeezing the impressive mounds under my hands.
“Want to try that again with nothing in the way?” He breathed the words directly into my ear. The heat fried my brain—or whatever was left of it. I was willing to bet there wasn’t much at this point.
“Uh-huh. Yeah.”
He laughed—well, it was more of an adorable, amused giggle—as the tinkle of his belt buckle coming undone met my ears. His pants and boxers hit the floor at the same time. He looked so proud of himself when his cock sprang up to join our little situation that I had to laugh as I gave his tie a tug.
Another odd noise from the other room hit my ears. “What is Ren doing?”
“Do you really care?” KC cradled my hands.
He stepped into my space, and I bit my bottom lip as I slid my trembling hands along the smooth, soft skin of his waist, then back to his ass.
I traced a couple of light stretch marks that must’ve happened from all his bulking up, but even those added rather than subtracted to his growing status in my mind as one of the hottest men to ever walk the earth.
My fingers mindlessly traced the proof that he was human and therefore fuckable, not some odd artwork come to life.
I crumpled against him, and this time he hissed as he ground his leaking cock against my T-shirt.
I was in heaven with two handfuls of soft skin over hard, round muscle and his cock smacking against me.
He rested his lips on the top of my head, not quite a kiss, but still an intimate touch that sent a tidal wave of fond warmth crashing through me. A jolt of electricity buzzed under my skin as I tilted my head back, and he groaned and devoured my mouth, tongue flirting with mine.
I followed his slick tease into his mouth, and he growled when I fucked inside, a tiny low sound that tumbled shivers through my stomach as he wrapped his arms tight around me.
A loud clatter nearby jerked me from my jock-bod-inspired cloud nine.
Ren grinned like he’d really accomplished something great as he leaned both hands on a straight-backed wooden chair, doing an odd half push-up that made his biceps stand out.
I wanted to run my tongue over the artwork decorating the muscled hills.
Irritation wormed through me as he shimmied his shoulders.
He always knew how to pickaxe a moment.
“All right, pretty boy,” he said, voice dipping low and dangerous. “Let’s do this.”
“Who are you talking to?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes.
I had a few seconds to puzzle over strips of gleaming red cloth—perhaps silk?
—tied to the chair legs and back, but then Ren was moving toward me with that asinine, shit-eating grin, which made me want to punch him.
I stumbled when I took an abrupt step to the side, and my cock ached in a way that had me gasping.
I dropped KC’s amazing asscheeks to turn toward Ren and raise my hands, since in a weird way, I felt like perhaps I needed to defend myself against whatever bullshit Ren was up to, but KC didn’t let me move away.
Instead, he anchored me close by wrapping his arms around my waist. My right shoulder bumped his chest.
I totally lost track of what I should be doing as Ren cupped my face and kissed me.
I floated. Firm naked chest beside me. Hard body pressed to my front. This was what I’d wanted earlier when I was losing my mind in the car and they were ignoring me.
I hated being left out. So much of my life was being stuck on the outside looking in at what I wanted, but now I was being crushed between two hot men.
Who could complain about that? I never wanted it to end.
KC licked up my neck, his tongue scalding a path that ended behind my ear. I arched against him and shifted around to rub my cock on his thigh. A sizzling tension crawled up my spine and my groin pulsed with pleasure that wasn’t quite enough. I bucked against him again, chasing that rising tide.
Vaguely, I registered that KC squirmed a hand between us and was opening my fly. A thrill streaked through my gut.
Yes, get your hand on me. Please, jerk me off. Please, touch me.
“Yes,” I moaned into Ren’s mouth as KC cupped me through my jeans.
We were all scrunched together in a way that wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but we couldn’t get enough of each other.
I tried to thrust, but KC chose to strip my lower half instead, which was fine.
Fan-freaking-tastic, actually. Things could only get better from here.
“You can fuck me,” I said, but I wasn’t necessarily talking to one or the other. I didn’t care who pounded me, I just wanted to come on a cock.
Ren snorted out a laugh and pulled back to peel my shirt off, and I felt a little vulnerable standing naked between a football god and Ren, who was still dressed and always seemed three seconds away from possibly deciding he hated me enough to kick my ass.
But not even the thought of him physically hurting me made my dick go down, so what did that say about me? And more importantly, “What are we going to—”
“Now!” Ren shouted.
I squeaked as he grabbed me under my arms and KC bent to snag my legs. I struggled as they took me to the chair, sweat breaking out on my body, but as soon as my ass was on the seat, KC played dirty and dropped to his knees in front of me.
Shocked me still.
Part of me knew what was happening as Ren tied my hands behind me with the soft cloth—I was being played—but KC’s breath tickled my hard-on. All I could do was arch in his direction, trying to sink my cockhead between the bow of his pink lips.
Ren slid a band of silk around my middle, and it felt so good that for a moment it distracted me. I settled down solidly onto the chair.
“Oh, that was a mistake, Kitten.” Ren nipped the top of my left ear hard, and I gritted my teeth as I strained my arms. The way my wrists were secured left no room for movement. Warm breath gusted across my cockhead, and I melted back against the seat.
KC ducked down and tied my left leg to the chair, and a spiteful part of me thought about kicking him, but instead, I just ran my right foot over his amazing quad until he wrestled it down and secured it, too.
“Damn.” Yeah, I had been fucking played. I would’ve probably tried to really kick Ren in the nuts, so it was smart of him to put KC in front of me.
“You all right?” Ren asked gruffly as he came around the side of the chair to run his hand over the silk KC had just wrapped around my ankles.
He didn’t look into my eyes, almost as if he was embarrassed to be caught acting halfway human.
Something unclenched in my stomach, and I was able to drag in a deep breath.
“Yeah.”
We locked eyes and heat sparked between us, a powerful current that would probably keep us pushing and pulling against each other until one of us was dead. The moment felt loaded and tingles skittered across my exposed skin.
“Snap your fingers if you aren’t okay at any point.”
“What are you—”
Ren forced a wide piece of red silk into my mouth and tied it behind my head as I tried to shake him off. Fury had me wanting to claw his eyes out. This was beyond twisted.
Adrenaline poured through me as I strained and growled. Oh fuck, this was so much worse than being locked in the car while they kissed. At least then I could’ve broken a window or jerked off. I was stuck with nowhere to go.
No way to take care of my aching cock.
“Now, this is how you deal with a spitting kitten.” Ren tweaked my nose, and I glared murder at him. “Ooooh, you want to take a chunk out of me?”
I nodded at him and bit the gag. I could probably make myself understood if I tried hard enough, but I was too fucking furious.
“Well, you can’t!” He stuck out his tongue.
Asshole.
Ren’s face hardened. Perhaps he’d remembered he didn’t want to be having fun with me.
KC slid his tongue over his plump bottom lip, and the way he stared at me, like I was something special, had my cock flexing. My gut tensed. I wriggled my hips, but the only thing that happened was my cock bobbed.
Ignored.
Ren snorted and carefully lifted KC’s tie from his neck, and I cursed a blue streak through the gag as he looped it around my dick and tightened it, just enough so it wouldn’t fall off—as long as I was hard.
The pressure of the fabric pulling downward instantly had me panting and straining. All I could think about was my pulsing cock. It was an insistent reminder that I was stuck here, unable to do a damned thing, not even touch my own dick.
I was totally under their control. I poked the gag with my tongue as hot drops of precum raced down my shaft and my balls felt weirdly full and heavy.
KC flashed that beautiful smile that I normally loved, but he was in cahoots with Ren, so I wasn’t sure how I felt.
Other than so fucking horny it hurt.
“Aw, you look like a present we get to unwrap later.” KC bent and brushed a sweet kiss to my cheek. “With bows and everything.” He patted the top of my head, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
He tugged on a curl.
Ren put his hands on the chair on either side of me, leaning close. “Now, you get to watch.” He blew me a kiss.
I tried to say “fucking jerk,” but it came out “ucking erk.” I was pretty sure he got the gist of it because he winked.
Ren stood up, took a step, and KC practically attacked him. I was stunned and so fucking jealous of the way KC ripped at Ren’s clothes with his cock bobbing in front of him—a cock I’d gotten hard, but Ren was getting to tease. Play with. Touch.
Motherfucker.
I strained against the silk as they completely, totally ignored me. I spiraled, trying to figure out how to get free as KC stripped Ren’s shirt. All those tattoos set me on fire. They looked good, but they also represented hours of patience and pain.
That said something about a person. I wasn’t sure what, but I was double certain I was furious to be stuck here as KC ran his tongue around Ren’s nipple, then dropped to the floor as if it was made of steel and his knees were magnets before reverently opening Ren’s jeans.
It didn’t matter how much noise I made, neither one of them looked at me. An ache started in my chest, even as my cock waved and tried to get their attention. I wanted to be part of this. No, needed to be part of it.
I caught sight of Mr. Wiggles scampering nearby, and an evil part of me hoped KC noticed, but no, he took Ren’s huge goddamned pierced cock out of his pants and slobbered all over it instead.
I wanted KC touching me, wanted him looking at me that way. Horror washed through me as the toxic sledgehammer of realization socked me. This wasn’t all about KC. I wanted to run my tongue over Ren’s massive cock, too.
Wanted those piercings to sting and hurt and pound my prostate oh so fucking good.
Which was dumb.
Ren was a fuckhead.
Ren didn’t like me.
But I couldn’t deny I was literally aching for a chance to be the one gagging on Ren’s cock as KC slid his lips down that thick, decorated shaft, the piercings winking as they disappeared into his mouth, then back up, making that brutal cock gleam with his spit.
Ren’s face softened in a way that made me seethe with envy as he ran his fingers reverently through KC’s hair.
I clenched my eyes shut.
Seconds later, my scalp burned in a way that made my cock leak all over KC’s tie. My hair was yanked until I was sure I must’ve lost a few strands. My eyes flew open.
“You will watch,” Ren growled.
I whimpered as he held on to me, and KC crawled over to my side, all those muscles rippling. He wrapped his lips around Ren’s cock, a homing beacon for his hot, wet mouth.
The slurps boomed in my ears.
When KC rested his hand on my thigh, I flinched.
The moment I got what I wanted—to be touched—the torment became unbearable.
This was just another way to fuck with me.
He slid his hand up my thigh, within brushing distance of my dick, but no farther.
I tried to thrust, do anything to make his hand connect with me.
Ren’s low, evil laugh only made things worse as my asshole clenched.
“Amn it!” The gag kept me from really talking, but I swore some more.
Ren slid his finger over the tip of my cock, and I gasped, chasing the sensation as all my muscles tensed until they hurt.
The silk around my middle kept me from bending forward, which made the struggle worse.
I was forced to stay open, exposed, vulnerable.
The letdown, when it became clear that one caress was all Ren was going to give me, had me fighting hard against the silk restraints.
Ren held his glistening finger out to KC. “You want it? Too bad.” He popped his finger into his mouth, and I felt lightheaded imagining my precum on his tongue, sliding down his throat.
He bent and trailed his tongue around my ear, then flirted inside. I cried out and jerked in place as he fucked that tiny hole with his tongue like he was swinging his dick instead. Somehow, the fiery sensation had my dick on a string, and it jerked and throbbed, needing more.
A hand.
A mouth.
Anything.
“Guess what?” Ren sucked my earlobe, and my eyes rolled back in my head. “I’m going to fucking destroy everything you want, and you’re going to love it.”
With that grim promise, Ren leaned down and licked across my gag, catching my lips almost as an afterthought.
I could only stare desperately as he used KC’s hair to lead him in a sexy crawl—which gave me a great view of KC’s flawless ass—over to his bed, where he was going to fuck KC.
And Ren was right. All I could do was watch.
And I probably was going to love it. My dick bucked and my toes curled. An odd tightness squeezed my chest.
What a fucking asshole.