Riley couldn’t tell if Allen had bothered putting anything on underneath it or not, and the casual way he sauntered toward them suggested he either didn’t care—or very much wanted Riley to wonder.
Kingston followed behind Allen, like he was trying to hide his bulk behind the smaller man, even though that was impossible. He had taken off his shirt but was still wearing his sweats, and he stared intently at the top of Allen’s head until they stopped beside Riley and Jake.
“Sorry,” said Allen. “Kingston stole a pair of my panties, and he was reluctant to leave them behind. I didn’t want them to get lost in the throes of passion.”
Kingston scoffed loudly, and Riley felt his lip twitch.
“There are nothroes of passionhere, pipsqueak. This is the most awkward boner I think I’ve ever had, and that includes the time I made a set of tits out of Play-Doh and enjoyed squishing them too much.”
Allen shot a look of disgust at him over his shoulder, but then quickly shook Kingston’s words off and brought them backon task. “Okay, what would make this easier for everyone? Or should we just let you two get started and then step in if needed?”
“No, come on.” Kingston took Allen’s hand and walked him around the bed to the other side. “LetMousetalk his buddy through the prepping part. I need a soft pillow to use.”
The soft pillow, as Riley quickly discovered, was Allen’s smooth thighs. He felt his mouth go dry as he watched Kingston drag Allen onto the bed and crawl on top of him, sliding in between his legs as if he belonged there. He set his cheek down on one of Allen’s legs and gave an indignant huff, nuzzling his head into Allen’s stomach.
It could have been friendly snuggling in any other circumstance, but then Kingston ran his hands up Allen’s bare thighs and under his shirt, bunching up the material enough to show a glimpse of the blue lace of his underwear.
Allen leaned back against the pillowed headboard, looking content as he scratched his nails through Kingston’s white-blond hair. “Hey, don’t you at least want to give Riles a kiss before he shoves his fingers in your ass?”
Riley wanted to do both things. Right now. In whatever order.
“Are you kidding me? Kissing him means more bruises, and if I get any more, someone from the team is eventually going to call for a wellness check on me.”
Riley agreed, and he hadtriedto stop marking Kingston in visible places, but the guy had a biteable, sexy neck. Keeping his teeth off it was hard.
Allen sighed and looked toward Riley before stopping on Jake. “What are the boundaries? Are we just watching and acting as cheerleaders? Because, no offence, I’m definitely going to get hard with his face in my damn lap.”
Jake shrugged, but stopped halfway through the motion. “It’s whatever they want. I’ll be talking to Riley, but you can do what you’re comfortable with. I don’t have any hard limits this time besides someone fucking you.”
This time?
Riley was still trying to decipher Jake’s meaning when Allen turned on him, expecting to hear an answer.
“Uh—I—” Riley swept his hand through his hair, needing to see better even though the lamplight lit the space just fine. “I don’t care if you like, jerk off or anything—but I want to keep him to myself for a bit longer.”
It wasn’t the most articulate sentence, but Allen smiled and nodded, seemingly understanding.
“Got it. Come on his face, not in his mouth,” he chirped.
Riley dropped his head into his hands, feeling the skin of his cheeks burning against his palms. Kingston and Jake were chuckling, and that was fine because Riley needed the chuckling, or he was going to panic.
A hand swatted his leg, prompting Riley to peek through his fingers at Jake, who gestured for him to get onto the bed. There was no point in prolonging what they all wanted, especially when his cock was on board, so Riley stripped the rest of his clothes and climbed on.
He wasn’t going to let Kingston get away with not kissing him, so the first thing he did was drag him out of Allen’s lap and flip him, slotting himself between Sloan’s muscled thighs. Riley soaked up his scowling face before diving in for the kiss, hooking a thumb between gritted teeth and prying them open to make way for his tongue.
Kingston’s angry squirming and muffled curses were a warning to keep his thumb where it was or risk getting bitten—something he had learned through trial and error many times before. Kissing Kingston with his head still in Allen’s lap wasn’tas weird as he thought it might be, and having Allen there gave Kingston something better to hold onto that wasn’t Riley’s tender skin.
He did notice that Kingston was gentler with his hands when they were gripping Allen’s legs, and he surrendered to the kiss more quickly than when it was the two of them. His jaw went lax, and he moaned into Riley’s mouth, opening wider to allow deeper plunges that Riley was happy to give him.
Kingston's mouth carried the sharp bite of peppermint toothpaste, and his lips were chilled against Riley’s warmer ones. Kissing his rival had always been a rush of clashing teeth and egos, but something about having Allen close made him more docile.
Riley could have sucked on Kingston’s lips and fucked his tongue inside that wet heat all day, but a weight on his head moved him downward, not stopping until he bypassed Kingston’s neck and was eye-level with his pecs. He recognized the hand as Jake’s, and that sent a wave of warmth down his spine, straight to his cock.
Jake pushed Riley’s face into the plush skin under his nose, like he was trying to smother him in Kingston’s tits. He had to smack Jake’s hand away to keep from suffocating, but then his mouth was around Kingston’s nipple, and loud moans quickly drowned out his previous frustration.
Riley trusted Allen to keep control of Kingston’s fists, and doing so gave him more confidence to explore. He never had a chance to fully appreciate this part of Kingston’s body for fear of getting choked or battered, so he made sure to give it extra attention now.
Riley swirled his tongue around Kingston’s hardened nipple, and the sharp keen that answered sent a thrill straight through him, raising the hairs on his arms. He repeated the teasing flick, his fingers digging firmly into Kingston’s hips to pin him in placeas he squirmed and bucked against the ticklish pleasure, his body arching instinctively toward Riley’s mouth.