Chapter 24 #2
“Hmm. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he doesn’t deserve a spanking.” I scratched my nails over the curve of his cheek, grinning when goose bumps rose over his sensitive skin.
“No, please.” Oliver whined, wriggling. “I’ve been bad. Really bad. I should’ve talked to you. I deserve this punishment. I do.” He tilted his hips up, ass higher in the air. “Please.”
I smothered a laugh by pressing my lips together and stroked a finger between his crack. I snaked the tip of my forefinger across his hole, and a breath of air escaped between his teeth.
“Please,” he begged again, voice so low I nearly missed it. His trembling grew more intense as KC laid a kiss on his bicep.
KC worked my cock with ease, fist clamped around my sensitive shaft and jerking with determined execution. He was a man of art, and his masterpiece was what he was doing to my hard-on.
“What do you think, Kansas? Should we give our boy what he wants?” I leaned over Oliver, and KC tipped his head back as I pressed my lips against his.
He moaned.
KC licked my top lip before his attention slid to Oliver. “I think so, yeah. Give him twenty strikes.”
Oliver twitched, wriggling his hard cock against my thigh, almost like he was caught between trying to rub it against me and attempting to find KC’s wrist.
“Fine. Twenty.” My hand came down without warning against Oliver’s right asscheek, and he threw back his head and crowed in a mixture of delight and pain. “Count them for me, Kitten.”
“One.” The word came out stuttered and thready, his voice wobbling as much as his body. The moment I struck him again, he mewled. “Two.”
I moved to his other cheek, giving him two more before returning to the right again. KC’s gaze was heated, mouth parted slightly as he continued a lazy stroke of my cock.
By the time we got to fifteen, Oliver was a whining mess. Sweat clung to the curve of his spine even though a blizzard was blowing outside. Beads of perspiration dragged down his neck, and KC followed one with his tongue, over Oliver’s collarbone.
“Five more,” I murmured, rubbing my palm over his blushing asscheeks in circles. “Can you handle it?”
Oliver panted, throwing me a wide-eyed look over his shoulder. His pupils were blown and his bottom lip was bitten raw, drops of blood welling from indentations where his teeth had sunk in.
“Kitten?” I smoothed my hand over his tailbone and across his lower back. “Are you okay? Do you need to safe word out?”
“No,” he said sharply, leaving absolutely no room for argument. He shook his head so fast I worried his brain was playing bumper cars with his skull. “I’m fine. Five more. I’ll count them.”
I laid a kiss on his hot right asscheek, the heat flowing off his battered skin. “Good kitten. He’s such a good kitten, isn’t he, Kansas?”
KC made a noise in agreement as he nibbled on Oliver’s earlobe. His fist tightened on my cock and pleasure simmered low in my stomach. But I didn’t want to come until I was in a hot hole.
“Keep counting then.”
I brought my entire hand down on his left asscheek and his back arched as a wail spilled from him. “S-sixteen.”
Over and over, he managed to count until we reached twenty. At the final strike on his vulnerable ass, the sound that left him was pure bliss—a cry so intense I felt it in my bones.
He collapsed over my thighs, sobbing. KC and I helped him sit on my lap and he was boneless. He flopped against my chest as KC stroked up his neck.
“Talk to us, sweetheart,” KC murmured, soft and caring. “How do you feel? Green? Yellow? Re—”
“Green. So green.” Oliver gave him an exhausted smile. He looked like a man who’d run a thousand marathons. “Thank you.” His head lolled toward me. “I needed this. Thank you.”
I kissed a tear that clung to his jaw, the saltiness exploding on my tongue. If my cock wasn’t already rock hard, then the taste of his tears would’ve done the trick in milliseconds.
“What do you want now, Kitten?” I kissed away more tears. Fuck, I was a sucker for his crying, but only when it came with pleasure.
“Fuck me? Please?” He fluttered those eyelashes at me. How could we say no to that?
“Do you want some cream?” I teased.
He got that angry kitten expression, insulted by the bad joke, but he was adorable while he did it. “That’s gross.”
KC snorted while I laughed.
“Come here.”
Oliver was easy to move, and once I had him in the middle of the bed, KC and I lay on either side of him.
KC caressed a finger across Oliver’s ribs, making him wriggle.
I stroked his inner thigh, close to his hard cock.
I studied his face, the bliss making his eyelids heavy and the curve of his mouth large.
He was floating in heaven, and the fact that I’d helped him get there always did something to me.
I rolled over to the nightstand and pulled out our bottle of lube. It was nearly empty, but KC, ever the planner, had more stocked in a closet in the bathroom. He always made sure to have plenty. Smart man.
I pumped some lube onto my fingers, then petted them over Oliver’s hole.
He stilled, gaze shifting slowly between me and KC, who’d resorted to sucking on Oliver’s nipple when I’d turned my back.
KC slurped, taking Oliver’s skin between his lips with intensity that belonged in a high-budget porn movie. He wasn’t messing around.
KC’s cock was flushed red and slapping against his belly, but he didn’t touch it.
I pushed my finger into Oliver’s tightness, earning a keening whimper and a back arch. KC pressed his palm against Oliver’s abs, shoving him onto the bed. I watched KC as he sucked and nibbled and devoured while I prepared Oliver’s tight hole.
I only got two fingers in before Oliver wriggled against me.
“I can take it. I want you.” He gave me those big brown eyes, the ones I had trouble resisting, and my stomach churned with excitement.
I kissed Oliver with a softness that would’ve made past Ren scoff.
Then, I shifted until I was seated between Oliver’s knees.
A quick fumble with the condom later and I raised his legs onto my shoulders, watching as KC moved close to Oliver’s face.
His cock was rigid and Oliver didn’t waste any time taking KC into his mouth.
He moaned with eagerness, fingers wrapped around the thick base. He sucked cock like a champ.
I slicked up with lube and threw the bottle onto the bed. As I lined up to his hole, I bent down to kiss his chest. Anticipation built until I pushed inside. The first stretch was tight, as always, and Oliver whined around KC’s length. He rocked his hips.
He whimpered, and I shushed him.
“Give me a moment, Kitten.”
He whined but didn’t argue. I slid inside him with the kind of care that apparently frustrated him.
KC’s intense gaze lingered on where Oliver and I were connected, his fingers driving through Oliver’s hair and tugging.
Oliver took more of KC’s cock into his mouth and sucked like a man who’d die if he didn’t get KC’s cum.
When I was balls deep, I stilled. His tightness consumed me, the pressure of his warmth the perfect constriction. He squirmed, probably testing the feel of my cock and piercings pressing against him, and moaned.
“Ready?” I didn’t really expect an answer.
I’d promised him I wouldn’t be too gentle.
I pulled back, then thrust, my length spearing his tight hole with a fast but deep jab that drew a loud keen out of him.
Spit leaked from the corners of his lips, but he didn’t release KC from his mouth.
He sucked eagerly, fingers stroking the base.
KC threw his head back, his hips punching forward. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Oliver took KC to the back of his throat, and KC’s thrusts faltered. His grip in Oliver’s hair tightened and he shuddered through a release that was so fucking beautiful to watch. KC was in rapture when he came.
Oliver gasped after swallowing every last drop KC had to offer. He arched his back, crowing in delight as I hammered into him hard and fast, giving him no chance to recuperate. If he wanted out, he’d have to scream his safe word.
In. Out. In. Out. My piercings dragged against the ring of his hole with each thrust and the sounds that left him were pure ecstasy.
Oli chanted “yes, yes” as though it was a prayer and someone above would hear him. In this moment, I was his god.
KC took Oliver’s cock into his mouth, sucking on the tip like a goddamned vacuum cleaner, and Oliver shuddered through the blowjob. He was close and so was I.
My orgasm built, a raging volcano ready to explode.
A knot threaded through my spine and low in my balls, and the wet warmth of his hole and my violent thrusts threw me over the edge.
The crest of my pleasure was so much better than anything I’d ever felt.
So much better than inking the most perfect fucking tattoo on a hot-ass model.
It wasn’t heaven on earth, it was goddamned nirvana.
Oliver screamed as he came, and I grabbed KC’s hair, shoving him down on Oliver’s cock as we both hit the peak of our orgasms.
KC fell back against the bed after swallowing everything Oliver had to offer, and I collapsed on Oliver. He grunted but wrapped his arms around me.
“Is that what you needed?” I teased.
He hummed. “Yes. More. Always more.” He cocked his head, and KC kissed him, then gripped my chin and laid one on my mouth.
“Love you both,” KC murmured.
“Me too.” I grinned tiredly.
The wind howled, and we looked toward the window, which was taking a battering from the snow.
I frowned. “When spring comes, we need to take a vacation somewhere pretty. Like a lake or something.”
Oliver gave me a silly smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”