Epilogue #2
It was strange to watch him now because, not long ago, that was me. I’d thrived on showing off Shakira and sleeping with different men and women. It was a life I’d loved, along with my job, but now everything had changed. Now I had KC and Oli, and I was happy with them.
“He’s, um, interesting.” KC cocked his head, gaze straying to Ripley with curiosity.
“He’s a pro player.” I shrugged.
“Sports player or woman player?” Oli chuckled.
“Both.” I slid my hands into theirs and tugged gently, leading them in the direction of Shakira. “Come on, let me take you out for dinner. Then, I want to fuck you both.”
I took them to a nice Italian restaurant near my apartment, and we spent the time talking about what was happening in our lives. The conversation was easy and breezy.
After dinner, we went home. While KC and Oli hadn’t officially moved in with me, it was basically a done deal.
They had drawers for their clothes and their possessions were scattered across the apartment.
Mr. Wiggles had claimed them both as his, but he’d taken a special liking to KC, so it was no surprise that as soon as we walked through the door, Mr. Wiggles was racing toward KC to climb him like a tree until he was securely in KC’s big arms for cuddles.
“Hey, buddy.” KC laid a kiss on Mr. Wiggles’s head.
I laughed as I watched him wrap his arms around the ferret. For someone who called Mr. Wiggles a big rat and hated him not long ago, KC had come a long way.
Oli went over and gave Mr. Wiggles a scratch behind the ears.
Mr. Wiggles made a content sound, the trill of excitement echoing around the living room.
I slipped off my shoes and jacket, caught between being comfortable enough to watch them love on our pet and hungry to get my boys into the bedroom.
Oli shot a smile over his shoulder. “So, we met one of your good friends.”
I hummed in agreement as I closed the distance between us, laying a hand on Oli’s lower back. “He was a buddy who kept me sane in school.”
“He seemed nice even though he didn’t hang around for long,” KC said, his attention focused more on Mr. Wiggles.
“Ripley has more energy than ten men.” I snorted.
“He doesn’t sit still long enough to have a conversation.
But he’s also a busy guy. It’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to go pro.
You’re never in one place long enough to enjoy it.
He’s traveling for eight to ten months of the year, depending on whether they get into the playoffs or not.
Plus, I wanted to ink people.” I nuzzled my face against Oli’s neck, trailing kisses down his throat.
“Mm. You smell so good. I want to fuck you.”
Oli shivered and tilted his head, giving me more room to work.
A hungry moan slipped out between his lips, and it was enough to snag KC’s attention.
KC swept Mr. Wiggles over to his ferret mansion, securing him inside, before he was back in front of us, wild eyes watching me nip Oliver’s delicate skin until I knew he’d end up with a bruise tomorrow.
KC’s tongue darted out, swiping over his bottom lip.
He swooped in to kiss Oliver, and their mouths moved against each other, a lusty duel that stopped me from nipping at Oliver’s neck to watch.
They were beautiful together, a picture of two ravenous men who couldn’t get enough of each other, so desperate for the other that they were grappling at clothes with reckless abandon.
The sound of ripping material filled the air between us, and I grinned, heat swelling in the pit of my stomach.
“Bedroom,” I growled out, and my voice penetrated their lustful dance of tongues.
They followed me into our room, hands touching and pulling, and by the time we got through the door, they were shirtless.
Then, they were on me, hands yanking at my shirt until it was over my head and somewhere in the corner of the room.
Oliver dipped to suck my right nipple, teeth scraping over the nub, while KC slammed his mouth on mine, tongue flicking at my lips.
I groaned into our kiss, the sensation of Oliver at my nip sending pleasure zipping straight to my half-hard and growing dick.
Oliver groaned, the vibration working through my body and landing in my balls, and he cupped my dick and squeezed. My length jerked against his caress, and I cursed into KC’s mouth.
“Fuck.” A tremor swept down my spine and settled at the base of my tailbone. My skin buzzed, goose bumps erupting across my arms and legs. “Get my pants off.”
Oliver didn’t need to be told twice. He worked the button of my pants and shoved them down to my ankles.
I stepped out of them, not breaking the renewed kiss with KC as I also got rid of my socks.
Oliver dropped to his knees in front of me, and I focused on KC’s mouth as Oliver popped the button of KC’s pants and helped get them out of the way.
When KC and I were naked, Oliver leaned in to swipe the flat of his tongue against my slit.
Pleasure burst behind my closed eyes, colors flashing in the darkness as a wild desire struck me until my knees threatened to buckle.
I hissed, rocking my hips, and broke my kiss with KC to look down at Oliver. He was holding KC’s dick in a loose fist, stroking up and down the length as he nuzzled the head of mine.
“Suck my cock, Kitten.” I sliced my fingers through his curls, grabbed a fistful, and tugged.
Oliver whimpered, tightening his hand around KC’s length, before he was at my cock like I’d ordered. He took the head between his lips, suckling gently at first. Teasing. Teeth grazing across skin. I shuddered as I planted my palms on KC’s cheek and dragged him in for another fierce kiss.
Oliver slid more of my cock into his mouth until he gagged around the width, and I took that as a sign to snap my hips, driving the rest down his throat.
He gasped, choking, but when I went to pull back again, he clamped his hands on my waist, holding me in place.
His entire body shivered and a whimper vibrated from deep behind his larynx.
I cursed against KC’s lips, a shudder sweeping down my spine, and KC smiled knowingly.
“His mouth is fire, right?” he whispered.
I smirked. “Our boy knows how to suck cock.”
He laughed and hooked his hand under Oliver’s armpit, dragging him up.
My cock fell from Oliver’s mouth, and the air was cool against my slick dick.
KC kissed Oliver roughly, teeth and tongue joining the fray, before he worked Oliver’s pants and underwear down his hips and legs.
Oliver’s dick jumped free, flushed red at the head and leaking precum.
“Let me fuck you,” KC said, and Oliver nodded eagerly. “Ren can fuck me.”
Oliver moaned as KC guided him to my massive bed. They fell onto their sides, and KC dragged Oliver against his chest, kissing him passionately once more. Oliver threw his leg over KC’s hip, grinding eagerly so their cocks slid together. I couldn’t tear my attention away from them.
Fingers curled around my shaft, I stroked myself as I watched, hunger and lust swirling and expanding inside me until it became its own entity.
Under the lights of our bedroom, they were steeped in a glow, making them angelic.
Their bodies were works of art, two very different shapes yet as gorgeous as each other.
KC was all muscle, his thighs thick with thin white stretch marks adorning his asscheeks and hips.
Oliver was slim, yet powerful, a swimmer’s build with small, compact muscles that quivered at the slightest touch. He complemented me and KC.
KC glanced at me over his shoulder, smiling, and made a come-hither gesture with his finger. He turned Oliver around so his back was pressed against KC’s chest, and they shuffled toward the middle of the bed, making room for me behind KC.
I didn’t need to be told twice, but I made sure to grab the lube from my nightstand before I slid in behind KC. I passed the lube to KC while trailing kisses over his freckled shoulders. “Get our boy ready for your cock, sweetheart.”
I smoothed a finger over the same path my lips had taken as KC flipped open the lid of the lube and slicked up his digits.
I kept an eye on him, desire swelling in my stomach.
KC fingered Oliver’s tight hole open, and Oliver spread his legs farther, giving KC the room he needed.
The sight made my mouth water, and there was something extra sexy about watching from where I lay against KC’s back.
I hummed and laid a kiss on KC’s shoulder, mapping his arm with my palm. “So good. Get him nice and wet to take your dick, sweetheart. Then, it’s my turn with your tight little hole.”
KC grunted and rocked his ass back against me, and I laughed. I slapped his right cheek and the rounded flesh bounced under the force of my smack.
The sounds that came from Oliver were downright delicious, from desperate moans to vigorous whimpers.
He switched between pitching back against KC’s intrusive fingers to rolling forward into his hand, which he’d firmly wrapped around Oliver’s stiff cock.
He was thirsty for more, on the edge of losing control, and it was beautiful to see.
I laid kisses along KC’s neck to his ear, tracing my tongue around the shell, and he shuddered against me.
“Fuck our boy,” I whispered, my tone leaving no room for argument. I was in charge in the bedroom. “Make him feel good. Show him how much he means to us, sweetheart.”
KC exhaled, a soft, loving sigh that filled the space between him and Oliver.
I stroked the tip of my finger over his hip as I tracked his movements.
He sheathed his cock in a condom and slicked it up.
He shuffled a little down the bed so he could get into a better position before nudging the head of his cock against Oliver’s hole.
“Ready?” KC pressed a hard kiss between Oliver’s shoulders.
“Please,” Oliver whispered.