He kissed up my neck and slammed his groin against my ass, all hard muscle battering me. He braced his hands next to my head and the veins, prominent from all the lifting he did, stood out. The red hair on his arms looked incredibly downy and soft in comparison. I was too busy gritting my teeth and holding on for dear life to touch him as the table scraped across the dark vinyl floor.
KC grunted and grabbed the edge, hauling the table backward—along with me. My stomach whirled as adrenaline rushed through me. Feats of strength were apparently better than a boner pill. I shivered.
His thick cock skewered me at the perfect angle, and I screamed silently as a rush of heat skittered from my belly out to overwhelm the rest of me.
“Fuck him harder,” Ren demanded, a demonic glint in his eyes. He tilted his head and his irises flashed more green than brown. He squeezed his hands together, biceps bulging. Fuck, I wanted him to shred my clothes. He was a beast waiting to be let off his chain.
Yeah, I’d totally lost control, but who the fuck cared?
“His.” Thrust. “Cock.” Thrust. “Is b—” Thrust. “Better than yours.” I winked.
Ren’s mouth fell open in shock and his eyes glittered as he focused on my face.
A wheezy chuckle escaped KC, but it was lost in a groan, and he scored a direct hit with his cockhead to my prostate. I was leveled by the lightning strikes of tense pleasure as he attacked that same spot on a loop, which rutted my cloth-covered cock against the hard table.
“Damn it, I need.... Hold on.” I had no idea what KC was talking about, but he grabbed the table and tilted it all while ramming his cock faster into me.
The slight change in angle ruined me. My sweaty hands slapped against the wood as I fell apart violently and unloaded into my boxers while all my muscles tensed. Sparks blazed across every inch of me.
“Fucking fuck!” A string of profanity left KC as he nailed my asshole, and then I had the bizarre sensation of free-falling as the table dropped to the floor with acrack. He crumpled against my back. His hips flexed as his cock swelled in my hole, and the soft cries that kept rhythm with his primal tempo let me know he was filling the condom with his spunk.
Coming inside me.
Fuck, I wished he was leaving the evidence deep in my ass.
When I floated down from the ceiling, I glanced at Ren. His hard jaw fluttered like KC’s dick, and a single tear escaped the corner of his left eye. Or was that sweat rolling down his temple?
I sobbed, overwhelmed by guilt, even while I still bobbed in a sex haze. I didn’t want him to be sad. Not really.
“F-fuck me. Ren, touch me.”
Ren snarled and landed on his knees beside KC. I flinched hard. Despite the way he’d shot off the couch, he didn’t shove KC out of his way.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked KC quietly.
Jealousy gnawed at a corner of my heart. He was softer with KC than me. Not all the time, but often enough.
“Mm.”
My asshole twinged, and I was wide open back there as KC pulled out too fast.
“See, Oliver, you’re a slut,” Ren said, thentskedas KC flopped on his back on the floor next to us with a dopey grin. His dick was half hard and the condom was stretched out, longerthan his meat. I couldn’t look away. That had been inside me. That had stopped him from leaving a piece of himself in my ass. “And you’re gonna get railed like one.”
“P-prove it.” I tried to spread my legs and arch my back, but I was barely human. “Don’t be a p-pussy.”
“You’re gonna regret that,” he said darkly.
As each piercing on the underside of his dick popped through my sensitive hole, I jolted against the table. He went just slow enough to drag out the glorious torture. When I thought I might be able to draw a full breath, he bit the side of my neck hard and fucked, a man possessed. Or maybe a demon masquerading as a human. The pain didn’t exactly register as agony, rather a twisted pleasure that forced my cock to firm up again, even though I was exhausted.
“Don’t stop,” I mumbled.
A breathy chuckle escaped him, the smirk clear in his tone.
His hips slammed faster.
The jolt that shot through my body overwhelmed my muscles, so I lay there limp, a sex doll. He grabbed my hips and forced me to crawl awkwardly onto the table on my hands and knees, then without giving me time to get my bearings, he fucked deep into me again.
I would’ve fallen under the onslaught, except he kept me upright with a hand on my hip. He rested the other one on the nape of my neck and pushed so my cheek smooshed against the cool wood.