19. Kingston
Being held upside-down in Riley’s lap hadn’t been on Kingston’s bingo card for the week, especially with his warm tongue pushing inside him.
He had seen rimming in the multiple porn videos he’d watched and read about it during a Google search, but experiencing it was a different kind of monster he hadn’t been prepared for.
It felt good. Too good. Having something wet and hot circling and pressing into him quickly sent his senses into overload. Riley pushed deeper, the slick muscle sliding in and out with steady thrusts that made his body tense, pulling ragged moans from Kingston that he couldn’t hold back.
Under normal circumstances, Kingston would have fought Riley for putting him into such a compromising position, but he couldn’t seem to form the right words.
Nothing beyond thoughts of, “ohfuckyesthatfeelsamazing” and loud moans anyway. Hell, his goddamn toes were curling.
Riley moaned against him, and that created a sensation that had Kingston’s back arching to the point of being painful. He felt so dizzy from the blood rushing to his head that he almost forgot about Allen and Jake—until Allen brushed Kingston’s sweaty hair out of his face.
“You need to breathe, King. You’re turning blue.”
Kingston forced his eyes open so he could look up at the beautiful man, bumping his foot against Riley’s head when a wave of pleasure rushed from his toes all the way down his spine.
He was trying to breathe, but it was hard to focus on any task with Allen grinning at him like that and Riley slowly pushing a finger into his ass.
Immediately overwhelmed again, Kingston began kicking and trying to get away, but then two large hands grabbed his ankles and applied pressure until he went limp.
“Too much for a beginner,” said Jake’s deep voice from somewhere behind Riley. “You don’t need to cross everything off your list tonight, Riles.”
Riley curled his tongue one last time, like he was proving a point to himself, before it slipped out and gave Kingston room to breathe.
“I’m not checking off a list,” Riley grumbled, sounding just as wrecked as Kingston felt. “I wanted to do it because I’m good with my mouth.”
Kingston heard an indignant sigh from Jake, but above him, Allen groaned.
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot.” Allen twisted his finger around a strand of Kingston’s hair, smiling coyly. “You hit the jackpot with that one. A lot of newbies have to work themselves up to rimming, but Riley is fearless.”
Not fearless, just stupid. Kingston hated how the idiot ran into dangerous scrums without thought for his own well-being. And yeah, sure, they were hockey players, and hockey players got hurt all the time. But Riley was his hockey player—brainless or not.
“Put him on his stomach and prep him,” said Jake. “You can do acrobatics another time.”
Riley’s grumbles grew louder, and Kingston was inclined to agree. Bottoming was fucking annoying between the bathroom prep and the stretching prep, especially for someone as impatient as him. Allen had given a few tips earlier that would help, but none of them were convenient to do.
Riley didn’t seem to care about having to take the extra time. The guy got off on taking care of people, and Kingston noticed he was becoming more obnoxious now that he had submitted to him.
The gentleness Riley showed when he pushed him back down and turned him over, running his hands along the strained muscles of Kingston’s back as he settled him onto Allen’s lap, was obnoxious.
As were the kisses down his spine. And the soft praises he gave when he lifted Kingston’s hips to put a pillow under them.
Allen must have sensed Kingston’s annoyance because he was quick to start playing with his hair again, lulling him into a state of weightlessness that left him dizzy for a whole different reason.
Kingston knew that Riley didn’t want Allen and Jake to participate, but it was difficult to ignore how hard Allen was when his bulge was pressed against his nose.
It would take no effort for him to yank the pretty boy’s underwear down and test how much he liked having a dick in his mouth, but he respected Riley’s boundaries.
Instead, he wiggled closer to Allen and dropped his cheek onto the bulge to keep it from poking his eye out.
Allen hissed and swatted at him, but Kingston wrapped his arms around Allen’s waist and held on, making a point of not moving until he heard a loud huff from above, and the swatting stopped.
“You’re trouble,” said Allen.
Kingston shrugged and nuzzled closer, smirking when Allen cursed and tugged his hair. “What gave you that idea?”
The sound of a cap popping distracted him from hearing whatever Allen had replied.
“Hand out. Lube,” said Jake in a monotone.
Kingston could hear the smile in Riley’s voice when he said, “Thanks for the assist.”
Allen made a disgusted sound caught between a wail and a groan, and Kingston couldn’t have said it better himself.
“My ass isn’t a hockey net,” Kingston said, shooting a glare over his shoulder at the two men. “I will fuck you both up if you keep acting like dumbasses.”
“Thank you, Kingston,” said Allen. “No hockey-talk in the bedroom at all if you want me to get it up.”
Kingston didn’t think Allen would have a problem in that department, but he laughed and nuzzled the bulge under his cheek just to make sure, earning himself another light smack.
“You got this part?” Jake asked, efficiently bringing them back on track.
The smooth glide of a finger entering him made Kingston tense before he could remember to relax, and the sudden ache made him gasp.
“Sorry—” Riley’s other hand touched the dip in his back apologetically. “I should have warned you.”
“It’s fine,” Kingston said through gritted teeth. “It didn’t hurt. Keep going.”
He knew they were exchanging looks, but Kingston didn’t care.
He hadn’t lied. Between the spit and lube, it hadn’t hurt.
The tensing is what caused the ache. Now that he was ready for the intrusion, he could relax and try to figure out if he liked this or if Riley would soon be switching positions with him.
“Slowly,” Jake coaxed when Riley refused to move, leaving them in the most awkward standoff known to mankind. “Once you find the prostate, you’ll make things better for him. Kingston is trying his best to get used to the feeling, so stop panicking.”
Jake sounded so serious that Kingston was tempted to check and see if he was turned on at all. Not that he didn’t think Jake could multitask, but the curiosity was killing him.
But then the finger inside of him started moving again, and thoughts of Jake’s dick vanished from his mind because he was instantly overwhelmed.
It didn’t hurt now that he knew how to handle it, but it felt weird.
The tongue had felt good because it was hot, and the thought of Riley doing it to him was hot, too.
The lone finger made him almost feel like he was getting a medical exam, but his mental wires must have been crossed somewhere because his cock was beginning to perk up from the sensation.
Maybe it was Jake’s gentle words of encouragement or Allen’s breath catching above him that was making his body react to something that should have been embarrassing and awful, but Kingston had always been a bit fucked in the head.
Riley slid deeper inside and curled his finger just right, the tip grazing against a spot that sent a shockwave ripping through him. Air exploded from Kingston’s lungs in a sharp gasp, his hips bucking off the pillow as electricity shot up his spine.
“Oh fuck,” he said breathlessly. He’d never felt anything like that before—intense pressure mixed with burning heat that made his cock twitch hard against his stomach, undoubtedly making a mess of precum on the pillow.
“You’re tightening up too much,” Riley said, tapping him gently on the ass like he could distract him from what was happening. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Kingston couldn’t respond because Riley wouldn’t stop moving his finger long enough for him to find his words.
His body clenched around the invading digit, every nerve firing at once, leaving him trembling and wanting more.
All he could get out was a moan that had Allen’s fingers tugging on his hair, followed by a shy push backward to show Riley he was okay.
“Keep going,” said Jake. “If he wants you to stop, he’ll let you know.”
“The boy is backing up on your finger, Riles,” Allen added. “Give him what he wants. He’s asking so politely for it.”
Allen’s words had Kingston’s skin prickling and burning like it was on fire, and while he wasn’t wrong, that was a strong way to say it.
Riley’s groan cut into a growl, and something about it was so sexy that it sent Kingston’s pulse racing. Dirty talk didn’t normally do it for him, but sounds like that were a different story.
Riley kept moving, twisting his finger slowly to rub that same spot and drawing a few answering moans from Kingston that were impossible to suppress.
He clenched down harder without meaning to, and the burning stretch from before somehow heightened the pleasure now, making his toes curl and his thighs shake.
The hand on his lower back pushed down, holding Kingston in place as Riley worked him open, all while Jake and Allen murmured encouragements that he could barely register. Bottoming was beginning to make more sense now that he was reaping the rewards.
Kingston could easily get lost in the different way the pleasure was building, coiling low in his gut into a heavy throb that was more intense compared to when he was thrusting his dick inside someone.
He felt like he was no longer in control of his body as his cries grew louder and he arched into Riley’s touch without shame, begging him for more.