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.Someof 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 screamedfuck him,fuck him,fuck himlike 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 mygentlebut 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 andbrought 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.
10
OLI
Water dripped down my spine from my curls as I ambled out into the kitchen with one eye open. I was wrecked from having sex last night. KC and Ren always seemed to be energized from the dirty things we did, but I was worn out. Ground down to almost nothing. If the alarm hadn’t gone off at 7:30 a.m., I could’ve slept till noon. Or later.
I brushed my hand over the dry-cleaning bag draped on the back of the couch. “Huh?” I barely got a semblance of the question out, and KC laughed from the kitchen. I headed toward the happy sound.
“It’s my suit for the game tonight. Aren’t you adorable in jeans and no shirt?” He brushed his hands over my sides. I gasped at the soft heat of his palms, then yelped as he lifted me onto the island with a chuckle.
“You look cold. Let me warm you up.” He waggled his eyebrows and stepped closer, spreading my legs so that I had to wrap them around his waist. I might be barely awake, but I would have to be one hundred percent dead to not appreciate this position.
“Mm.” I slid my hands up his chest, tilting my head back to give him room to work.
He snickered as he dipped down and brushed his mouth over mine. I chased him and sucked on his bottom lip, then frowned. “What’s that taste?”
“What?” he asked sharply, taking a step back and pulling all those wonderful muscles away from me.
“Chalky. Vanilla.” The gears turned slowly in my brain. I spotted the rinsed-out blender in the drainer next to the sink. I glanced toward the hallway. Ren was still in the shower because he was the last out of bed today, since KC had ridden his cock while I was trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep. I’d ended up groggily rubbing off against the mattress instead.
“What’s wrong?” KC bit the corner of his lip and used a finger to tilt up my chin, studying my face.
My stomach went into free fall. He was so fucking handsome. His damp red hair was darker than usual and he looked fucking amazing in a black T-shirt under a white zip-up hoodie.
That taste.
The blender.
A light bulb went off in my brain. “You made a protein smoothie!”
His mouth fell open, and an awkward silence stretched out while rain pelted the windows, getting louder by the second.
“N-no.” He glanced shiftily toward that blender, the water sliding down the clear plastic into the drainer below.