“Can you—god—can you not?!”
Riley could, and he would. Fucking Kingston Sloan might be a horrible idea after all, because the thought of anyone but them hearing andseeinghim like this was enough to make him murderous. If a stranger, man or woman, were to witness him in his needy state, Riley didn’t know what he would do.
Probably kill them.
Jake’s hand grabbed his wrist and directed his hand onto Kingston’s other pec, tapping it for emphasis.
Riley let Kingston’s nipple slip from his mouth with a wet pop and turned on his friend with a glare. “I know how to play with a pair of tits, thanks.”
Jake shrugged, brushing his anger off like it was non-existent. “Tell that to the nipple you’re ignoring.”
Allen’s muffled giggles made it hard to stay angry, but Riley still flipped Jake off before he switched tactics and put his mouth to the ‘ignored’ area.
“Can we just fucking leave themalone?” Kingston snapped, his voice sounding wrecked. “I’ll have to wear a fucking shirt in the locker room at this rate.”
Perfect. Then no one else would see Kingston naked. That worked for Riley.
His teeth clamped down, refreshing the indents around Kingston’s nipple that he’d left a few days ago, and Kingston hissed and rocked against him. Riley always watched his reactions carefully, never pushing a bite too far unless he sensed Kingston craved it.
Sure enough, the initial hiss of pain melted into a needy whimper that vibrated through Kingston’s chest, prompting Riley to soothe the spot with a slow swipe of his tongue across the sensitive peak.
“Evans…”
Riley pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his eyes locking onto Kingston’s flushed face, the way those blond lashes fluttered with every ragged inhale. He wished he had more time. He wanted to take it slow, to drive Kingston wild with the careful balance of pain and pleasure, but Jake was already grumbling impatiently.
Riley sighed as his head was pushed lower again, not giving him enough time to kiss and bite Kingston’s abs like he wanted to, but stopping once his chin touched the waistband of his sweats.
“Have you gone this far yet?” Jake asked in a silky, deep tone that had Kingston’s body twitching against him.
“No,” Riley said, somewhat indignantly. “I’ve tried, but someone seems to think it’s foreplay and only wants a dick in his ass.”
The room went quiet, minus Kingston’s panting, and Riley looked up at Allen to gauge his reaction.
Allen’s face was red, and his eyes were dark with arousal, but Riley saw when it finally clicked into place for him.
“Okay, now I see why you were worried about having sex with him,” he said.
Jake leaned toward Allen, like seeing him close-up would help him understand better. “Why?”
Kingston let out a pitiful groan at the sudden pause in attention, kicking his feet like a child. “Fuck off.”
Allen brushed his hands through Kingston’s hair to shush him before turning back to his boyfriend. “Kingston is giving off the vibes of someone who will suffer through pain because he’simpatient.”
That was exactly right. Riley didn’t have to be a genius to know that he could be hurting Kingston badly, and the bastard would rather bite a pillow than tell him. Kingston didn’t like totell him when he was feelinggoodeither. Fucking him would be like playing Russian Roulette with sex, and that scared the shit out of Riley.
“I don’tneedall the foreplay bullshit,” Kingston said, further proving his point. “Fuck, it’s like you don’t want to fuck me or something.”
Allen pinched Kingston’s nose like he was a misbehaving dog. “It’s not that, moron. Has it ever occurred to you that Rileycaresfor you? He’s a good guy, and he doesn’t want to hurt his partner.”
Riley nodded since there was no need to add to the scolding. If anyone could get through Sloan’s stubbornness and make him see sense, it was Allen.
“Accusing Riley of not wanting to sleep with you is dumb, wanna know why?” Allen pinched his nose again and continued, not waiting for an answer. “Because if he didn’t want to fuck you, he would be with someone else, somewhere else. He wouldn’t be having an impromptu foursome with his friends where he’s being pushed around by one of them, all while knowing he’s being critiqued.”
Yeah, that wasn’t Riley’s favourite part about this.
“So, why don’t you be a good boy and stop running your mouth for two seconds? I don’t want to hear you speak unless it’s to tell Riley that you feel good or you don’t like what he’s doing. And if you need to stop, say ‘red’. Other than that, stop pestering andrelax.”
Goddamn, Riley couldn’t have said it better himself.
