Epilogue #3
I settled my hand against KC’s hip and guided him forward, and the crown of KC’s cock slid past the tight ring of Oliver’s hole.
I didn’t have the best angle to see it happening, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Oliver’s face as he turned his chin to look back at us.
A flush brushed across his cheeks and down his neck, and his wet mouth opened in a silent cry.
“Does that feel good, Kitten?” I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, desire growing and spreading through my veins until I struggled to stay still. My cock ached, my balls tightening, but I stayed focused on my two guys. They came first.
Oliver tipped his head in a short nod, mouth slipping open wider with every inch KC slid into him. “So good.” He whined and tilted his hips, driving KC deeper. “Please. Please.”
I smiled, ignoring how my cock jerked at the way he pleaded. “Such sweet manners.”
KC huffed out a half-laugh, half-moan as he bottomed out in Oliver. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
My hand darted down between Oliver’s crease and I stroked the wrinkled skin of his hole.
KC’s cock spread him in the most delicious way, and feeling the stretch sent a wave of lust straight to my balls.
I used the excess lube around his entrance to slide the tip of my finger in beside KC’s shaft, and KC and Oliver moaned, with an added tremble from Oliver.
“Oh!” Oliver pressed his foot flat against his inner knee, giving KC and me more room. “Please move?”
I hummed out my permission to KC as I pulled out my finger and grabbed the lube that KC had discarded.
After reaching over for another condom, I ripped open the packet and rolled it down my length, then used the lube to slick up my shaft.
I pressed more kisses over KC’s shoulders and across his upper back, seeking out all the pleasure spots that made him fall apart under my hands.
“Want me in you, sweetheart?” I purred, nipping the back of his neck.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” He tilted his ass toward me the same way Oliver had done for him, and I used the leftover lube on my fingers to wipe across his hole, coating the outside ring.
One finger gliding into his hole was all it took to make him a writhing mess, begging for my cock.
His moans joined Oliver’s, and the sounds of their need became my favorite song.
I grinned when KC pulled nearly all the way out of Oliver’s hole, causing my finger to sink deeper in him, before he snapped his hips again.
Oliver curled forward, muttering so low I couldn’t hear him, but I didn’t need to. I knew him by now. He always resorted to “please” and “more” in an endless prayer when he had a dick in him and he was getting exactly what he wanted.
Now it was KC’s turn. I dragged my finger out of his asshole gently, stroking his inner walls teasingly as I went. He turned his head, mouth parted pleadingly, and I kissed him hard. He melted into me, his back plastering against my chest as I nudged my cockhead against his hole.
“Do it,” he murmured, a hint of challenge in his voice. “Fuck me and help me fuck Oli.”
We’d never had sex in this position. A thrill swiveled up my spine.
My stomach exploded into a million small detonations of sweet tension, a chaotic jumble of lust and anticipation blending and discharging through me in pleasant bursts.
I rocked, the crown of my cock pushing past KC’s tight ring and into the warmth of his body.
He hissed, his breathing picking up in pace as he reached behind to settle a palm on my hip.
My Jacob’s ladder wasn’t for everyone. Contrary to what a lot of people believed, it could be painful to get fucked by a cock with a piercing like mine, but KC and Oliver loved it.
Sometimes KC needed time to get used to the added feature of my hard-on, though, and I never wanted to hurt him.
Oliver took the pain well, enjoyed it even, but there were times when KC needed me to take care of him and go easy. I was fine with that.
After the first piercing slid past KC’s tight ring, I held still, kissing across his shoulders and up his neck. “Let me know when you’re ready, sweetheart.”
KC leaned back into me, dark red eyelashes fluttering across his cheeks. Finally, he nodded. We did the same thing repeatedly until all my piercings were inside him and my balls were flush against his ass. I waited, stroking my finger along his arm gently.
Oliver gazed at us from over his shoulder, a small smile settling on his lips. His eyes were clouded with lust, and he tilted his hips again, burying KC deeper with the move.
KC dropped his head against Oliver’s neck. “Goddamn. Feels so good.”
“Me or Oli?” I teased.
KC laughed. “Both. Definitely both.”
“You feel amazing, too,” Oli murmured, mouth parted and wet from his tongue. His pupils were blown wide, the brown of his irises blending with the black. “Please move?” His voice shook, words wobbling around the thick pleasure.
An inhuman sound slipped from KC, raw with need and lust, and he looked at me.
I gave him a simple nod of permission. He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat, stumbling like it had forgotten how to work.
That was how I always felt around these two lately—enamored and confused by the intensity of my emotions.
They still hadn’t forgiven me fully for what I’d done, but we were heading in the right direction.
I had a lot of time to make it up to them.
As KC thrust into Oliver, my cock slid out, but then KC rocked backward, and I buried myself in his hole again. I stayed still, letting KC take control. He was Oliver’s top and my bottom, and the middle of our delicious sandwich. He was in charge of the pace and what happened.
For now.
KC moved slowly at first, pitching into Oliver and bucking back onto me, before he began to accelerate.
His hips slammed against Oliver’s ass, making Oliver’s cheeks wobble, and then he drilled his hole onto my cock.
What began as a gentle rocking turned into a primal dance, with KC seeking the thrill from both his boyfriends.
I held his hip tightly, holding still for the moment to let him take what he wanted from me.
He was hungry for it, and the sounds of moaning and whimpering from him and Oliver wove a spell over me.
Singularly, they were beautiful in bed. Together?
They were magic. Perfection. Everything I hadn’t known I’d needed.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. Desire swelled inside me. Hedonism took over. My nails dug into KC’s skin, claiming ownership over the silvery marks that stretched across his ass, over his waist, and up to his abs. These were mine. He was mine. Oliver was mine.
We moved together like we’d been doing it for years. My thrusts into KC sent him into Oliver, and we simultaneously moaned. The sounds filling the room were loud and untamed, a combination of desperation and obsession with each other.
Oliver was a writhing mess, and he reached out behind himself. His hand was too low to be asking for KC, and I knew what he wanted instinctively. We’d had enough sex that I was beginning to read him. I snatched his hand, fingers threading in his, and KC laid his hand over ours.
“Come for me,” I said, talking to them both. “Show me how much you love this.”
Oliver came untouched in a flourish of whimpers, his cock jerking. I couldn’t see his orgasm well from where I was lying behind KC, but I didn’t need to because I heard every second and that was enough to light up my insides.
My nerve endings buzzed, fingertips going tingly. KC’s warmth continued to welcome me, and I hammered into his tightness roughly, chasing my happy ending.
KC groaned, his hips moving with each thrust from me, and Oliver shuddered. I assumed he was oversensitive from his recent orgasm, but KC was still hard inside him.
I sucked on KC’s earlobe, teeth scraping over his soft skin, and he whined deep in the bottom of his throat. “Come.”
My order was like a shot of electricity through KC, and he jolted, gasping. He stilled and groaned, dropping his forehead against Oliver’s back.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck!” KC’s legs trembled and his toes curled.
His hole tightened around me, and a firestorm of pleasure flared up my spine. My balls drew up against my body and the rush of ecstasy sent me crashing over the edge of my teetering climax. I came so hard my vision went fuzzy around the edges.
I didn’t know how long we lay there, chests rising and falling in a similar beat. It was Oliver who laughed first, breaking our recovering silence, and KC and I joined him.
“That was amazing,” Oliver whispered, wriggling off KC’s spent cock before he twisted around to face us. He cuddled up closer to KC’s chest, gaze sweeping from me to KC and back again. “I love this.”
KC hummed in agreement. “I could never really decide what was better, topping or bottoming. Now I get to do both at the same time.”
“I’d maybe like to try that one day.” Oliver’s voice was uncertain, and it was a reminder that he was inexperienced compared to me and KC. Any men who had overlooked Oliver were idiots, but then it made sense because Oliver had been smitten with KC. Now he had both of us.
I stroked my finger down KC’s sweat-slick arm, tracing an imaginary map across his elbow. Tilting my head back, I pursed my lips toward Oliver. He leaned over KC to kiss me, then did the same to KC, his cheeks flooding with red.
“You know what we need to do next, right?” Oliver asked.
Fatigue weighed down my eyelids as I slid out of KC, earning a hiss from him. “What?” I disposed of my condom and did the same for KC, tying the rubber and throwing them in the trash beside my bed.
“You have to meet my mother.”
KC grinned instantly, but I certainly didn’t. I’d had enough experiences with KC’s pa, and now I had to face Oli’s mom? Fucking hell.
“I can’t wait,” KC said, excitement laced in his words.
I snorted. “Parents love you. Me? Not so much. It’s the tats.”
“Or the attitude,” Oliver snarked back with a smile. “But I love you both and I know she will, too.”
“Oli’s mom will be easy.” KC shrugged. “You haven’t met King yet. As in, the president of the Kings of Men MC? He cares about Oli and Barber.”
My mouth twisted. Unfortunately, he was right. I’d kept far away from the motorcycle club, especially after messing with Barber and PD. I would run into them sooner rather than later. Bikers and tattoos went together like pigs and shit.
“Let’s just take one day at a time,” I murmured, smirking when they laughed.
“You’re afraid,” Oli sang.
“Nope. Never. Me? Please. A few bikers don’t scare me.”
They laughed harder.
I didn’t know what the future would bring, but I was happy with both Oli and KC. I loved them and I would spend the rest of our lives making up for how our relationship started. And maybe . . . . Maybe I’d build a relationship with Luke along the way.