Chapter 9
REN
I eyed my phone, the text staring back at me.
Luke
Had fun tonight, bro. Let’s do it again.
We didn’t get the chance to have a conversation, but we’d connected, which was both irritatingly awesome and annoying. Despite promising KC and Oliver I’d give Luke a chance, I still wanted to hate him. My entire plan for revenge had stemmed from him and his disregard for our friend.
Except, I’d started to wonder if it was more about him abandoning me. He was the only caring sibling I’d had and he’d left.
Shaking my head, I moved on to the message on my social media, the one I’d unlocked my screen for in the first place.
My phone had buzzed as soon as KC, Oliver, and I had entered my apartment, and I’d told them to go get ready for bed while I sorted out a few things.
Those “few things” had become me sitting on the couch staring at Luke’s text.
Sighing, I opened the message and paused when I saw it was from the hockey team I’d contacted.
I’d given them my list of experience. The Homeward Bladezillas—named after the suburb they were founded in—used a rink about ten miles from my apartment, which meant I didn’t have to travel too far for practice.
Games might be another story, but I could make it work if I was invited to play with them.
Homeward Bladezillas
Hey Ren! This is Harlo. I checked out your stats and man, you’re good.
You have a stellar high school record. How did you not go for college or pro?
Anyway, we’d love to have you on the Zillas.
We have a tryout tomorrow. We’re still looking for some good forwards and defense even though the season started.
If you’re still interested, come to the Homeward Union Ice Rink at 9am. Hope to see you then!
I exhaled an excited breath before a grin broke across my face. Fuck yeah! I knew I was good on the ice, but I didn’t expect this to happen so soon. They’d already begun the season, so at most, I’d expected to be on the backup roster, not on the team.
I stood from the couch and stalked to my bedroom, joy threading through me and setting fire to my veins.
I was pulsating like a goddamned vibrator on full power.
It’d been a long time since I’d played a good game of hockey.
While I skated when I could, I hoped I still had the skills I’d honed over the years of playing on my high school team.
As soon as I entered my bedroom, I opened my mouth to tell KC and Oliver about the message, when I froze at the sight that met me.
KC was sitting up in the bed, his back against the headboard, legs spread.
His head was tipped back, exposing the long lines of his neck.
Oliver lay on his stomach in front of him, his glorious naked ass pointed in my direction.
The only piece of clothing he had on was KC’s jersey.
Fuck, I loved seeing him branded with KC’s name.
KC, on the other hand, was completely bare, the base of his cock clutched in Oliver’s hand as Oliver sucked on the tip.
A feral groan rumbled somewhere in the room, and it took me a moment to realize the sound had come from me.
KC’s dazed gaze met mine and he smiled lazily. “Everything okay?”
I swallowed around the lump of desire that grew in my throat. My cock ached, blood rushing south and filling my length so fast it hurt.
“Fuck.” What did he ask? Right. He asked if everything was okay. I could answer that question. Brain, work! It was a little difficult to think when my cock was in charge. “Yeah. Uh, that hockey team contacted me. They want me to try out. Tomorrow. Morning.”
KC rolled his head, mouth parted and wet from where he’d licked his lips. “Yeah? That’s good. Really good. We’ll come and be the best WAGs.”
I snorted despite my pounding cock trying to tear a hole through my jeans. “Shouldn’t it be HABs?” Then, I forced myself to focus for just a little bit longer. “Do you have a game tomorrow night?”
“Mm-hmm.” KC closed his eyes and rocked his hips, driving his cock deeper into Oliver’s mouth.
Oliver moaned and pushed himself up on his knees, presenting his ass to me in the most delightful way.
His hole glistened between his cheeks, and my mouth went dryer than the Sahara Desert.
Holy fuck. Had he prepped already? The answer was clearly yes.
If I was hard before, it was nothing compared to now.
Every bit of blood left in my head evaporated until I grew dizzy.
“Kitten, did you—” What were words again? How did I speak? I blinked hard.
In answer to my unfinished question, Oliver shook his ass at me. He wanted me to go for a ride. No sane man with a pulse in his cock would say no to a hole like Oliver’s.
I stripped so fast I nearly tripped three times and actually fell to my knees on the floor once.
None of that distracted Oliver from his job of sucking KC’s brains out through his hard-on.
He spread his knees, giving me an even more vivid sight of his slicked-up hole, and I bit down on my lip. Hard.
I didn’t want to hurt him, not like all the other times we’d had sex. He’d been a virgin, and I’d taken him too roughly. I refused to do that again. Oliver deserved special treatment, even if he was my bitey kitten. Look at me getting all softhearted and shit.
What would Ripley think of me if he could hear my thoughts? I didn’t want to know. He’d tell me I was weak, that I was dick whipped.
He’d be right.
“Fuck.” The word scraped out of my throat, raw and hungry.
Once I was rid of my pesky clothing, I slipped onto the bed on my knees, positioning myself behind Oliver.
I slid my palms over the jersey, tracing the knobs of his spine.
He arched, tilting his ass toward me, begging without saying a word.
Oliver was one of the most expressive people I’d met.
His face showed everything he was feeling, and apparently, so did his body language.
I didn’t waste any time, too hungry and pent up with need for him, for both of them, that sent my body haywire.
My fingers itched, a buzzing desperation burying deep under my skin until I moved instinctively.
I slid on a condom, grabbed the bottle of lube they’d discarded on the bed beside them, and slicked up.
I let out a long breath as I lined up the head of my cock against his hole.
I took my time. Gentle. Slow. Even as Oliver whined and tried to rock back against me. I kept a grip on his hips, fingers digging into his skin to keep him still.
Virgin, my brain provided unhelpfully. He’d been a fucking virgin and I’d hurt him. I might not have cared at the time, I’d enjoyed bringing him pain, but the situation had changed. We’d changed. I’d already hurt Oliver and KC too much.
Oli whined as he sucked KC in deeper, his cheeks hollowed. KC groaned, combing his fingers through Oliver’s curls before grabbing a hunk and then tugging.
My piercings popped past Oliver’s tight ring.
He gasped and released KC’s cock to send a look of pure ecstasy over his shoulder at me.
His brown eyes were molten lava and his swollen lips kicked up in a pleasant smile that stole my breath.
My gaze flicked between KC and Oliver, taking in both of their lust-drunk expressions in a way that made it easier to commit them to lifelong memory.
I never wanted to forget one tiny detail of their faces.
Oliver’s nose crinkled and he shook his ass even as I was slowly pressing inside.
The sound that escaped from deep in his chest was pure, raw frustration, but I ignored it.
I wasn’t rushing this. After all he’d been through—including the shit with his dad—I didn’t want to do anything I’d regret later.
I fucking refused.
KC tilted his head, studying me, and he must’ve found what he was looking for because he cradled Oliver’s face and guided him back to his dick. “Take care of me, sweetheart.”
Oliver took the tip between his lips, and I watched with a dry mouth as he sucked KC in deeper. He always gave the most eager blowjobs. For someone who clearly had little to no experience before us, he’d made up for lack of knowledge with how much he craved a hard cock on his tongue.
When I buried myself to the balls, I stilled. Waiting. Another sound of protest from Oliver around KC’s fat cock was all it took. Some of my control snapped. Pleasure built a knot at the base of my spine and my nerves were on fire.
Every piece of me was alight.
The pressure of Oliver’s hole on my dick sent me straight to a weird purgatory that I was more than happy to spend eternity in. The only thing that made me as ecstatic was being inside KC.
There was no plane of existence where I could’ve stayed still even if I’d wanted to.
Oliver’s ass felt too good. My instincts screamed fuck him, fuck him, fuck him like it was a goddamned prayer.
My hips moved before my brain had time to catch up.
I pulled out my cock until only the tip was inside him, then drove back in hard enough to make Oliver whine.
I inwardly cursed and slowed down, fighting with every reflex that demanded to fuck him roughly.
“Fuck. Fuck.” KC spread his legs wider and seized the curls at the back of Oliver’s head.
Oliver moaned as KC yanked his cock free of Oliver’s mouth.
KC jerked off, fist moving rapidly up and down his length until he tensed and came, his cream spilling into Oliver’s open mouth.
The sight sent a wave of wild desire through my core to my balls.
Oliver’s tightness consumed me, and I was one thread away from losing control. But fuck no. I wasn’t giving in to my animalistic desires. Not tonight. Not when I was still dealing with the guilt of Oliver being a virgin before me.
I spat into my palm and grabbed Oliver’s dick, stroking him in time with my gentle but deep thrusts.
He whined, something between frustrated and lustful, and our eyes met over his shoulder.
His gaze begged for more than I was going to give him, but I kept my steady pace.
He grasped my hand on his dick and brought it to his throat, asking for me to tighten my hold on it, but I slipped my fist around his dick again.
This time when he whimpered, it was pure irritation, but he was hard and heavy in my palm. He rocked against my thrusts. With a tense moan, his length jerked in my fist. His cum splattered across the bedsheets beneath him.
My thrusts grew erratic, sweat beading on my forehead as I fought my inane yearning to drive in rougher.
My fingers tightened on his hips, nails pressed into his skin.
Two more thrusts. I came in the condom, the explosion of my orgasm not as mind blowing as the other sex we’d had.
Don’t get me wrong, it was fucking amazing being inside him, feeling him clench around me, but the softness brought something different. Something deeper but less desperate.
“Damn, Kitten.” I laid a kiss on the jersey between his shoulders and pulled out. “Let’s clean you up.”
Oliver shot me a look of suspicion as he collapsed onto the bed beside KC, while KC stroked Oliver’s shoulder comfortingly. I kissed KC, then Oliver, because they were both fucking perfect.
“I’ll be right back. We’ll clean up and then sleep.”
All I received in response was an “mm-hmm” from KC.