“Uh-huh,” Rebel muttered, his free hand coming to rest on his cheek.
In a moment both tender, touching, and as hot as a live wire, Kit slowly sat up, never losing eye contact with him until their lips met. I snagged Rebel’s half-eaten slice from his hand before it wound up in Kit’s hair as Kit pressed him back against the side of the couch. While I impatiently waited to get in on the kissing, I couldn’t help but feel like things would always be interesting as long as I had the two of them in my life.
Chapter 27
(Kit)
“F-fuck!”
Steel’s voice in my ear sent a shiver through me and a whine as Rebel switched from sucking his cock to sucking mine. He knew just how long to spend tormenting each of us, leaving us teetering on the edge by the time he stopped.
“While you’re over there get him ready for me!” Steel growled, a tube of lube bouncing off my thigh when Steel haphazardly tossed it our way before digging in the drawer for the condoms.
Peering down my body to the sight of Rebel’s head bobbing was such a fucking turn-on that I was ready to come the moment I felt his slick finger at my entrance. Just when I was about to shove at him, he nipped my inner thigh hard enough that all thoughts of coming completely subsided.
“Ow, shit,” I groaned, placated when he went right back to sucking again, slower now, as he started prepping me.
“Save that cock for me,” Rebel growled.
“Thought Steel was going to…” all thoughts and words flew right out of my head when he swirled his tongue around the crown on my cock and started lapping that piercing over the slit.
“Steel is gonna fuck you,” Rebel purred against my thigh, “and you are gonna fuck me. At the same time.”
“Holy…”
Yup, there was that talented tongue and wicked piercing again, leaving my mind crackling with static electricity. How I’d been chosen to be the filling in the sandwich I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to turn down that particular bit of choreography. As far as I was concerned, Rebel could direct us however he wanted, as long as the night ended with all of us getting off, preferably more than once.
Rebel scissored two fingers, pinning me in place with his free hand, restricting my movements so I couldn’t rock against him, the fucker. That’s why it took me a moment to figure out that the choked-out little sounds he’d started making weren’t because he was trying to deep throat me, but because Steel had slid behind him. If he was doing even half of what Rebel was doing to me, I knew exactly how he felt.
The resounding slap of Steel’s hand hitting Rebel’s ass echoed through the room, and Rebel pulled off my cock, flopped down on the bed beside me, and immediately reached for me. Neither of us was feeling particularly patient as I fumbled with the condom, and then he tried to help, making it harder in so many different ways. Steel finally batted our hands away from my dick and put it on for me, then yanked me into a searing kiss.
“Where’s mine?” Rebel asked, grinning when Steel gave me a shove that sent me into his embrace.
One kiss wasn’t enough, and a wild make-out session ensued, broken up when a sharp pinch on my ass made me yelp and reach back to rub the spot.
“What was that for?” I grumbled.
“Getting distracted,” Steel replied, making Rebel chuckle.
“If I can’t sit on my throne tomorrow,” I grumbled, only to earn another pinch, this one from Rebel, when he left a stinging reminder on my inner thigh for me to pay attention to him.
Oh, well, if that’s the way they were going to play it. Lining up, I slid inside Rebel, finding him well prepped and ready forme. His fingers dug into my ass as he tried to tug me deeper, a needy whimper escaping as he wiggled, dragging his knee over my hip.
“Don’t either of you move,” Steel growled, putting an end to our bucking and squirming.
I felt his weight shift, the bed dipping as he crawled between our legs.
“He’s flexible,” Steel snarled in my ear, “so let me know if you need to fold him in half; trust me, he’ll go wild if you do.”
“Fuck yeah,” Rebel groaned, drawing his legs up.
I hooked them over my shoulders, and Steel folded him in half even more when he pressed inside, fat cock stretching me and driving me deeper into Rebel, who couldn’t move. His hands scrambled against my shoulders when Steel set the pace, fucking me into a frenzy while he set my whole world on fire. Clinging to Rebel, our moans mingling into a beautiful song, the slap of skin on skin on skin as wild as any drumbeat I could dream up. In the end, it was Rebel who came first, clawing my shoulders, the pinpricks of pain and his groans in my ear throwing me right over the edge after him. Steel fucked us through it before coming too, his breaths harsh pants as he pulled out and flopped sideways, allowing me to ease away from Rebel, our skin sticky from his release.
He looked blissfully fucked out as I eased his legs down and was clearly in full cuddle bug mode because he pawed at me until I curled up beside him and let him snuggle with me. Steel’s arm fell across us both like a warm, comforting blanket as we lay there still struggling to fully catch our breath.
“So,” I muttered as I played with Rebel’s hair. “Does that clear our debt for the pizza?”
Rebel snickered, while Steel just groaned and nipped my shoulder.