Jake tried to say something, but it was difficult for Allen to hear with Riley draped over him and Kingston’s attempts to combine himself with all three of them.
“Guys,” Jake laughed, but that was all he got out before Riley grabbed him by the face and kissed him hard enough to knock a gasp from his mouth.
Allen couldn't stop smiling, especially when Kingston started cheering on the kiss with the enthusiasm of a hockey fan. The pile of limbs was heavy, loud, and wildly inconvenient, but it was impossible to miss the genuine enthusiasm behind it.
“Are we going out?” Riley asked once he was separated from a stunned Jake. “We could walk to the club, or Jake and I have a favourite place where we can go for wings and a game of pool.”
Both ideas were solid, and any other time Allen would have eagerly jumped on them, but he had another suggestion for his men that he wanted to bring up.
Allen’s pulse kicked in anticipation as he ran the question through his head one more time before finding the courage to speak.
“How do you guys feel…about doing a switch in the bedroom tonight?”
Allen looked at Jake to make sure he was okay, but his fiancée was still beaming through the rapidly quieting commotion.
“You want to trade boyfriends,” Kingston clarified, not sounding put-off by the idea one bit. “Which way do you want to go?”
Allen and Riley both looked at Jake like the answer was obvious.
“I think the new GM should get to pick,” said Allen. “It’s only fair since we’re celebrating his new position.”
There were two hums of agreement, and Jake’s gaze darted around to look at all three of them, finally landing back on Allen with a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
“If you really want to make me happy, Allen…”
Allen closed his eyes, already knowing what Jake was about to ask for.
“I’d like to see you between Riley and Kingston. I want to watch you take them both at the same time.”
Allen paused and tipped his head back, blowing out a harsh breath that very quickly shifted into a loud groan.
Fuck.
28 /ALLEN
“I haveideas for players we need to trade for. I would like to see the defensive line strengthened.”
Allen would never understand why Jake brought such polarizing topics up in the middle of foreplay while Allen was getting his ass fingered.
Especially tonight. The night they were finally going to cross lines and see how comfortable the four of them were with fucking each other.
Allen had been enjoying the experience of sitting on Kingston’s face while Jake helped open him up, but all the fun came to an abrupt halt after the impromptu GM meeting was initiated.
Allen yelped when Kingston pushed him up so he could let out a string of curses. “I almost fucking suffocated,” he hissed. “What did you just say?”
Allen very much doubted Kingston would have suffocated since he hadn’t been putting his full weight on him. That was why Kingston was lying on his back between Jake’s legs—so Allen could straddle Jake’s lap and create a safety net in case the newbie decided that death by face-sitting was the way he wanted to go, and refused to come up for air.
“Take the fingers out of me if you guys are going to talk hockey. I’ll go read a smutty book and jerk off instead.”
A hum from Riley somewhere behind Allen told him that wasn’t going to happen.
Jake frowned and tightened his hold on Allen’s waist. “No, my fingers will get sad and cold.”
“I’mgetting sad and cold,” said Allen, gesturing to his dick to prove a point. “Look what you’ve done to him. Do we need to ban hockey talk in the bedroom before I forget what it’s like to feel horny again?”
“God, he’s got a mouth on him,” said Kingston in his typical miffed tone, but Allen’s sulking must have worked because he set him down on his face again and went back to enthusiastically fucking him with his tongue.
Allen cried out as Kingston dove between Jake’s spread fingers to reach deeper, curling his tongue in a way that left him feeling shaky and tingly. “I don’t—why are you guys talking so casually when we’re supposed to be—ah! Having a celebratory butserious moment here!”
