Kingston didn’t give a shit aboutcleanup. At the pace they were moving, it would take him forever to get to that part anyway.
Just to prove his point, he began reaching behind for Riley, as if he could somehow take hold of his dick and force him to mount. He received a swat and a laugh for his efforts, but then Riley withdrew his fingers and reached under Kingston’s stomach, helping him onto his knees.
“Please remember not to tense,” Allen said, and then added. “We can leave you two alone for this part if you think you’ve got the hang of it?”
Allen hadn’t finished his sentence before Kingston tightened his arms around him. He didn’t want anyone to leave. Having Allen in his arms made him feel calm, and the heat emanating from Jake’s hand on his back was grounding.
He knew Riley would rather it be the two of them, but that was only because he was a possessive bastard. But Evans had to learn how to share if he really wanted to date Jake and Allen down the road, and Kingston didn’t mind beating the lesson into him.
A warm, muscled body draped over him, and Kingston blushed, scowling when Riley kissed the back of his neck. “I know you’ll punch me for this later, but I need you to know how perfect you look right now.”
Riley wasn’t wrong about the punch, but Kingston was too flustered to throw an insult at him. Fighting with his rival was expected, but the trust Kingston had in Riley always left him reeling. It made no sense in his mind, but he couldn’t picture doing this with another guy. Even if he thought about Jake and Allen, too, it always came back to Riley and his goofy smile and awful bedroom talk.
Only Riley could get away with whispering sappy words into his ear—and touch him like he was made of glass—and make him feel safe enough to submit.
Kingston’s hold on Allen tightened at the thought, and he was hushed as fingers brushed through his damp hair, soothing him. Allen likely thought he was reacting to the sensation of Riley lining his cock up and preparing to push inside, but that wasn’t it. The physical stuff was easy; it was the emotional stuff that was making him panic.
The head of Riley’s cock nudged against him, pressing insistently, and Kingston matched him by pushing back. He was eager despite the nervous flutters inside his stomach because sex usually helped to keep his mind off the stupid stuff that he couldn’t wrap his brain around.
Riley entered him inch by inch, pausing every few seconds to let him breathe. His hands were gripping Kingston’s hips firmly but not bruising, keeping them both from moving faster than they were ready for.
The stretch was intense and more than three fingers had been, but Kingston’s body yielded with nothing more than a pleasurable burn that left him gasping and nuzzling his face against Allen.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Riley groaned, his voice strained as he sank deeper, until his hips met Kingston’s ass and he was fully buried inside him.
All of them went still, giving Kingston a moment to adjust to the invasion. He could hear the three men breathing heavily around him, and he could feel the pulsing of Riley’s cock inside him, sending ripples of sparks dancing along his nervous system.
It was altogether too much and not enough, leaving him unable to voice what he needed.
Riley leaned over his back, kissing Kingston’s shoulder softly while he reached around to stroke his leaking dick in slow pulls, doing his best to ease him into the sensation overload.
“R-Riley…” Kingston said, hating how shaky his voice sounded.
Three sets of hands and one mouth were suddenly on him, caressing, kissing, touching and soothing until pleasure overrode the initial discomfort. Their whispers of praise were enough to make him blush, but Kingston didn’t…hate this.
And once Riley felt Kingston relax around him, he started thrusting without having to be told what to do. He moved shallowly at first, pulling out halfway and sliding back in with controlled rolls of hips, hitting that spot that made Kingston’s arms shake.
“Oh god, please tell me it feels good for you,” Riley asked, panting. “I want you to love this as much as I do, because holy fuck.”
Kingston nodded his head, unable to vocalize as a rougher thrust punched a moan out of him. Hedidfucking love this. Who wouldn’t want to be fucked and pampered by three people?
Allen and Jake were keeping quiet, and Kingston could tell they were trying their best to let them have their moment, buthe couldn’t wait for them to be more active participants. Because that’s what Kingston wanted—he had decided now.
Boyfriends, no. Fuck buddies, hell yes. There was nothing wrong with that.
Teeth bit into his shoulder, and Kingston gasped and rocked back to meet Riley’s next thrust. The slap of skin meeting skin built an easy rhythm that was so good it left sweat pooling in the groove of his spine.
When a well-angled thrust made Kingston cry out and clench around Riley’s cock hard enough to draw a hiss from him, the pace quickened, thrusts deepening as he gripped Kingston’s waist tighter. Now that Riley knew the angle, he ground against Kingston’s prostate with each push inside, making each new moan louder than the last.
Allen was squirming under him, but he kept quiet and continued tugging on Kingston’s hair, his breathing sounding ragged. Jake had switched from running his hands over Kingston’s body to scruffing the back of his neck, like he was holding him in place so Riley could fuck him however he wanted.
The thought had heat coiling in Kingston’s gut, his cock throbbing in Riley’s fist as he jerked him off in time with his movements.
“You feel so good,” Riley murmured, his breath hot on Kingston’s neck. “Can we do this all the time? I want to fuck you every day.”
Kingston nodded frantically, pushing his ass higher to take him deeper, the burning inside turning him hungry, desperate and panting. The roughness amplified as their bodies began to demand more, Riley snapping his hips forward hard enough to make the bed creak.
The longer, firmer strokes jolted Kingston’s whole frame, making him brace against Allen as his ass clenched aroundRiley’s pistoning cock, the friction building to a fever pitch without crossing into pain.