18. Riley #3
Riley shared a look with Allen so they could bond over how ridiculous the pair were, and then he lifted his head and took Kingston’s cock in his hand. That silenced the bickering, but Kingston switched back to cursing him as Riley pressed his lips to the flushed head.
The skin was burning hot, smooth, and yes, cum was something he would have to get used to, but he didn’t hate this. One touch was all he needed to reduce Kingston into a writhing, whimpering mess, and now he finally understood why some girls said that giving head made them feel powerful.
“Riley—please, please, open your mouth. I can’t—”
Hearing Kingston beg so sweetly hit differently.
Riley felt compelled to do what he asked because he had been so polite about it, so he opened his mouth and set the head of Kingston’s dick on his tongue.
He let himself feel the weight before he closed his lips around it, remembering to pin Kingston’s hips before giving a timid suck.
“Fuck!”
It took three of them to keep him from catapulting himself off the bed, and Riley was grateful for Jake’s warning because that definitely could have ended badly.
“Waitwaitwait—”
“Ignore him,” said Jake, his voice loud over Kingston’s cries. “Don’t stop unless he says the safe word. He’s just sensitive from the anticipation.”
Riley could feel that in the way Kingston was pulling him closer instead of shoving him away, so he followed Jake’s judgment.
“Try sucking on the head while you take it deeper. You don’t want to rush, or you’re going to hit your gag reflex too fast, and it won’t feel nice. Hollow your cheeks and keep a close watch on your teeth.”
Precum was gathering on Riley’s tongue, so he had to swallow it before he nodded. Jake’s instructions were so bluntly given that they sounded robotic, but Riley could hear the shakiness in his voice.
Ignoring Jake’s looming presence, Riley did as he was told and took Kingston’s cock deeper into his mouth, minding his teeth. The heavy, pulsing feeling on his tongue felt strange, but he liked it. He kept going until he got nervous and pulled back, remembering to suck just like Jake instructed.
Kingston’s response was another series of muttered curses through gritted teeth and fingers yanking Riley’s hair. It had to be the most amateur blowjob ever, but at least Kingston wasn’t pushing him away.
Riley wanted to meet his eyes, but Kingston had an iron grip on his hair, and he didn’t want to risk getting any of it ripped out. There would always be next time, so he turned his attention back to making this time good for both of them.
Riley repeated the motion, taking Kingston’s cock in and out of his mouth in a staggered rhythm until he slowly began to grasp the concept. He thought it would be easier, but it was nerve-wracking to be teetering on the edge of the threshold that he knew would set his gag reflex off.
He eventually found it when he accidentally got distracted by Kingston’s loud moans and Allen’s heavy panting, and tears sprang to his eyes as he gagged loudly, body lurching in protest.
Kingston’s moan was debauched as his hand left Riley’s hair so he could grip Allen’s legs for more stability, but Jake’s hand quickly took his place.
“Now that you know where your stopping point is, keep your hand there,” Jake ordered. “It will stop you from going deeper. Try using your tongue more now that you know how far you can go.”
It was hot. Everything was so hot.
Jake never mentioned how it would be hard to breathe or how sore his jaw would be after the first few minutes. Riley felt close to feverish—maybe high—as he sucked, licked and choked on Kingston’s cock, making a sticky mess of precum and saliva that escaped his swollen lips with every push inside.
The throbbing of the veins against his tongue was getting faster, and Kingston was getting louder. Riley hadn’t thought about what would happen when Kingston came, but he could tell he was close. He was surprised he’d hung on this long.
“Enough, Evans! You’re going to make me come—”
Wasn’t that the point?
“And he can make you come again,” said Allen. “Fucking relax, Sloan.”
And because Riley was too busy holding Kingston down by the hips and the cock, he neglected to remember his powerful legs—legs that slammed closed at the same moment Kingston’s bitter release erupted on his tongue.
Riley didn’t know how the guy still had so much saved up after all the handjobs and dry humping they did, but there was enough to drown him if he didn’t die from suffocation first.
Kingston’s moans were loud in his ears, and Riley could have sworn his vision was turning white over the commotion of muffled voices and hands grabbing him. Hockey thighs were no joke, especially when they were holding you in place while a guy came down your throat.
“He’s dying!”
“He can breathe through his nose.”
“Kingston, open your legs!”
The pressure crushing his head jerked away, and Riley pulled off Kingston’s softening cock with a loud cough.
Swallowing the cum in his mouth, he pushed to his knees and met Allen’s wide eyes as he fought to catch his breath.
There were black spots in his vision, and Jake was trying to say something to him, but everything else disappeared when his gaze landed on the state Kingston was in.
With his cornflower blue eyes glazed over, face red, and body trembling, Kingston looked damn-near pornographic as he stared at the ceiling. No taunting, no fists swinging—just heavy breathing, freckles, and sweat glistening on pale skin.
“Oxygen deprivation?” Allen asked Jake, shattering the silence.
Riley locked eyes with Jake, who was watching him with a curious raise of an eyebrow. “If he tries to kill me, stop him,” he said, and then grabbed Kingston’s limp body and dragged him higher until he was almost upside down in his lap.
Kingston didn’t have enough time to struggle before Riley pushed his tongue into his hole.