Chapter 16
KC
By the time Ren had me on all fours on the bed, my dick was rock hard, the slit beading with precum.
My empty asshole twitched with longing for Ren’s monster.
It’d been a while since I’d been fucked, and the urge had taken on a life of its own, growing and spreading until I was panting for him.
Fucking Oli had been satisfying—I always enjoyed topping—but there was something extra special about having a stiff dick hammering my hole.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle Ren’s, though, not only because of his size, but the piercings that lined the underside. I’d never been with a guy who had a Jacob’s ladder. Or any sort of body mod.
Ren laid a sweet kiss at the base of my spine, right above my crack, and I offered him a grin over my shoulder as he massaged his fingers roughly into my hips. After the game, it felt extra good. He knelt behind me, the head of his dick sliding under my balls, smearing precum.
“Can you take this, baby?” His voice was as smooth as whiskey, and I wanted to get drunk off him.
The outraged sounds Oli made added to the atmosphere, the air charged with electricity I’d only ever heard about but never felt. It was the adrenaline of coming off a football win, times ten, and I was so hard I thought I’d explode.
“Yes.” The word came out raspy, and I wasn’t sure if it was my voice or not. It certainly didn’t sound like me. The desire was thick in my tone, and there was no way I could deny how I sounded—absolutely depraved. I wanted whatever he would give me. “Fuck. Yes.”
Ren laughed. Another kiss pressed against my spine, and I shuddered.
My dick jerked, slapping my belly. I turned my head and laid my cheek on the bed as I stared at Oli in the chair. He struggled against his bonds, eyes wide and pleading, and I didn’t miss the tears there, shining in the light. He whined, and I shushed him gently.
“Soon,” I whispered.
A sharp slap against my ass sent me rocketing forward from the shock, and a wail ripped its way from my throat. “Oh fuck.”
Ren’s chuckle echoed, penetrating the lust-driven fog that had overtaken my brain. “Pay attention to me, sweetheart. I’m the only one in your world. Our kitten’s gotta learn the consequences of his sharp claws.”
Oli screamed something into his gag, but the words were muffled and there was no chance I’d understand them. Tears leaked down his cheeks, and the pit of my stomach dropped as guilt assaulted me.
This was supposed to be hot. But maybe it still was because, despite crying, Oli was also hard. His dick reached up toward his abs and slightly to the left, flushed and leaking precum.
The bed shifted as Ren moved, and I darted a glance over my shoulder to see him grabbing the lube and a condom from underneath his pillow. He threw them next to me before he was back behind my ass, his fingers kneading my cheeks with enough pressure I’d end up with bruises.
I snatched a pillow from the top of the bed and folded it under my head, leaning forward to bury my face into the fluffiness. With my ass in the air, I was all Ren’s. He could do whatever he wanted with me and I’d thank him.
The click of the lube lid filled the room, alongside a groan from Oli.
I shivered when I felt something wet at my hole.
It wasn’t Ren’s fingers, though, but rather his tongue.
He laved my entrance, eating me with enough enthusiasm I would believe I was tastier than a ten-course meal.
He opened me, using his strong tongue to tease my hole, before a slick finger joined in.
My dick jolted, but I didn’t reach for it. I didn’t want to come too fast, and I was already on edge. Every nerve in my body was on fire; my skin prickled with desperation that stole my breath. My hole clenched around his tongue and finger, and he made a growly noise that went straight to my balls.
He laid a kiss on my left cheek while adding a second finger, stretching me in the most enticing way. While I was more than happy to take the pain with the pleasure, I had a feeling this would be a completely different experience.
Oli whimpered, and I pulled my face out of the pillow to look at him again.
A flush brushed over his nose and across his chin, and it was adorable to see the lust in his gaze.
He rocked forward, but it did nothing to help him.
More tears fell, dripping from his jaw and onto his naked thighs. He stared pleadingly.
The sight was too much. My heart tugged painfully. I forced myself to look at his dick, straining and tapping against his lower abs.
Ren took his time opening me up. By four fingers in, I was a blubbering, whiny mess, pitching back to meet his digits with desperation.
Heat swelled in my stomach and my dick hurt in a way I wasn’t sure I could handle.
The throbbing mirrored the one in my chest, and I was ready and willing to fall over the metaphorical cliff of pleasure and pain. I was already teetering on the edge.
The rip of the condom packet made me suck in air between my teeth. The sounds of him sliding the latex down his length sent a tremble through me. Then, the blunt head was pressed against my entrance, and he was smoothing a palm down my spine.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
All I could manage was a whimper, scraped from my throat with a rawness that came from the depths of my chest. I was so eager for his dick I was ready to wage wars for him if it meant I got what I wanted.
The first press of his cockhead was nothing out of the ordinary; although, a little thicker than I was used to.
He split me apart, but after the ass eating and liberal fingering he’d given me, it was nothing I wasn’t prepared for.
One of his hands sat on my ass, holding my cheeks open so he could see my hole, and the weight of his palm centered me. Kept me in the moment.
I glanced at Oli again, watching the way his eyes followed Ren’s movements, tears slowing but still pooling. He panted, his chest heaving fast and strong. His dick jerked, slapping against his thigh.
“Oli,” I whispered, garnering his wide gaze. I smiled. “You’re so good for us. You want this, don’t you?”
He whined and nodded.
“I know. Such a sweet guy. I like you a lot, Oli. I—”
A silent puff of air spilled from my lips as Ren’s first piercing popped past my tight ring of muscle.
It was different from anything I could’ve imagined, a discomfort I wasn’t used to zinging through me faster than a Ping-Pong ball.
My lips parted, and I didn’t know if I wanted to grunt at the tender ache or plead for more. Maybe both. Was that an option?
“Oh wow.” I pressed my face into the pillow, caught between the urge to rock back against him or trying to get away. I couldn’t quite describe the feeling. It was an overstimulation of the bundled nerves in my hole. My dick jerked under the new sensation, a string of precum leaking down the head.
One by one, the piercings slid past my rim and scraped along the walls of my hole. A rush of ecstasy hit me, lighting up every pleasure receptor. My fingertips tingled, but not as much as my balls.
Ren’s hands slapped against my hips, nails digging into my skin, and the added bite of pain catapulted me to a euphoric ascension. If someone asked my name, I wouldn’t be able to answer because even I didn’t know. My world, my existence, revolved around the girthy dick sliding into my ass.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ren murmured, and I hadn’t realized he’d pasted his chest to my back. His breath tickled my ear, and I trembled.
Oli moaned and mumbled something.
“Move,” I whispered, ignoring the weird sensation in my insides. Even if I couldn’t tell whether I was in pain or pleasure, I needed Ren to pound my hole like he wanted to ruin me for the rest of my life. “Please fucking move.”
His palm slid over the ridges of my abs and he hummed. “So pretty when you beg. Anything for you.”
He moved, a gentle rock at first. He slid his dick nearly all the way out before snapping his hips, burying himself balls deep. Exhilaration exploded in my chest and my skin crackled with fervor.
Goose bumps erupted.
Mouth parted in a sharp intake of breath.
My hard-on jerked.
Face hidden in the pillow.
My insides were on fire, and every time he hammered into me, he pushed me to a spot I’d never been in my life. There was no way back from this. I’d had his dick in my hole and wanted to keep it there.
We rocked together, me shoving my hips back as he slammed forward.
The slapping of our skin echoed through the room, joining Oli’s desperate whimpers and pleasured moans.
I slid my hand between my stomach and the bed and grasped my dick, jerking it roughly in time with Ren’s thrusts.
He wasn’t gentle and I didn’t want him to be.
He was staking ownership, and I was silently thanking him.
His hands burned a trail across my abs and back to my hips. Every touch was fire. I was so close it hurt. Each direct hit to my prostate shoved me closer to the edge of bliss. I was right, though, and the pain of the piercings only added to the ecstasy.
It was all too good. Too fast. I didn’t want this moment to end, but my body had other ideas.
A rush of overstimulated pleasure slammed me, and my dick jerked, streams of cum splashing onto the bed beneath me. I groaned my way through my orgasm, my focus narrowing in on the way Ren fucked me harder and how his hands claimed my hips as their own.
“Fuck yes, baby.” He froze inside me, the heaviness of his balls pressed against my skin, and trembled. “Right there. Fuck.”
He tipped us until we fell on our sides, and my vision grew hazy as my dick attempted to flex even though I’d just come.
My blood roared in my ears. I’d flown so high the crash was hard and fast. I laughed when he slowly slid out, the pleasant ache a throbbing reminder of how epically awesome the sex had been.
Jeez. I hoped to feel the effects for days.
Weeks, even. I’d be happy to walk awkwardly for a month if it meant I had the burn of his dick and piercings in my asshole.
I didn’t have to look to see him dump the condom because I felt him move.
Oli grunted and struggled against his bonds, reminding us he was there and still hard.
The tears flowed more freely. The sobs around the silk in his mouth grew louder, but before I could react, Ren was on his feet and moving over to him.
To my surprise, Ren fell to his knees and took the tip of Oli’s dick between his lips.
Oli jolted as if he’d been electrocuted, and he shook hard enough for the chair to creak.
He whined and whimpered, the sounds guttural and raw.
He tried to fold himself in half to get more friction from Ren, but he couldn’t move an inch.
I didn’t know if I wanted to call Ren a genius or cruel with how well he’d tethered Oli to the chair.
It didn’t take long before Oli was coming apart. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face. He vibrated, his moans louder. He threw his head back. If he could jump right out of his skin, I suspected he might, and then he was wriggling against his bonds.
The sex blush spread down his neck and over his chest, and I followed the trail of red as it bled all the way to his hips. I’d never seen someone flush that intensely.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, unable to look away.
Ren sat up on his knees, his inked back rippling with his movements, and glanced over his shoulder at me. He licked his lips and winked. “Delicious, too.”
I chuckled and slowly stood. I managed to stay upright as I shifted to my knees beside Ren and reached up to take the cloth from Oli’s mouth. Saliva came with the material, and he sobbed.
The gasps wrenched from his mouth took me by surprise, and I watched in horror as he cried. Big blobs of tears swept down his splotchy cheeks, and he murmured “why?” over and over again until I felt like a complete and utter monster.
My heart cracked and I jumped to my feet, but Ren had already beaten me. He cradled Oli’s face in his palms and wiped the tears with his thumbs.
“Shh, Kitten. Hush now.” He gave me a sharp look. “KC, release him.”
I didn’t argue, moving into action. I started with the bonds around his ankles, then worked my way up to the ones around his wrists and waist. Once he was freed, he flopped forward, but Ren caught him.
Slowly, Ren brought Oli to sit on the floor, and I shifted to Ren’s side, studying Oli’s bright pink cheeks and wide pupils. He’d come and he’d enjoyed himself, right? But there was also something off about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Kitten, talk to us,” Ren whispered, voice gentle and coaxing. I’d never heard him speak this way. The softness was new, but so were the narrowed, concerned eyes.
Oli trembled so roughly his teeth chattered. “I’m—I’m sorry. I don’t—” He sobbed harder. “You left me out.”
My lips popped open in abject horror. My muscles tensed. Was that how he felt?
“Noooooo.” I laid a hand on his shoulder, fingers curling to dig into his skin, to make him look at me. “We were teasing you, not leaving you out. You didn’t enjoy it?”
He hiccupped and nodded. “I—I did, but—Fuck.” He wiped his eyes angrily. “Fuck! Fuck!” He slammed the base of his palm against his forehead, but Ren intercepted his wrist before he could do it again.
“Shh, stop, Kitten. Stop.” Dominance leaked into Ren’s voice, the order clear in his tone, and immediately, Oli froze. “Talk to us. Tell us how you’re feeling.”
I held my breath.