“Slowly,” Jake coaxed when Riley refused to move, leaving them in the most awkward standoff known to mankind. “Onceyou find the prostate, you’ll make things better for him. Kingston is trying his best to get used to the feeling, so stop panicking.”
Jake sounded so serious that Kingston was tempted to check and see if he was turned on at all. Not that he didn’t think Jake could multitask, but the curiosity was killing him.
But then the finger inside of him started moving again, and thoughts of Jake’s dick vanished from his mind because he was instantly overwhelmed. It didn’t hurt now that he knew how to handle it, but it feltweird. The tongue had felt good because it was hot, and the thought of Riley doing it to him was hot, too. The lone finger made him almost feel like he was getting a medical exam, but his mental wires must have been crossed somewhere because his cock was beginning to perk up from the sensation.
Maybe it was Jake’s gentle words of encouragement or Allen’s breath catching above him that was making his body react to something that should have been embarrassing and awful, but Kingston had always been a bit fucked in the head.
Riley slid deeper inside and curled his finger just right, the tip grazing against a spot that sent a shockwave ripping through him. Air exploded from Kingston’s lungs in a sharp gasp, his hips bucking off the pillow as electricity shot up his spine.
“Oh fuck,” he said breathlessly. He’d never felt anything likethatbefore—intense pressure mixed with burning heat that made his cock twitch hard against his stomach, undoubtedly making a mess of precum on the pillow.
“You’re tightening up too much,” Riley said, tapping him gently on the ass like he could distract him from what was happening. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Kingston couldn’t respond because Riley wouldn’t stop moving his finger long enough for him to find his words. His body clenched around the invading digit, every nerve firing at once, leaving him trembling and wanting more. All he could getout was a moan that had Allen’s fingers tugging on his hair, followed by a shy push backward to show Riley he was okay.
“Keep going,” said Jake. “If he wants you to stop, he’ll let you know.”
“The boy is backing up on your finger, Riles,” Allen added. “Give him what he wants. He’s asking so politely for it.”
Allen’s words had Kingston’s skin prickling and burning like it was on fire, and while he wasn’t wrong, that was a strong way to say it.
Riley’s groan cut into a growl, and something about it was so sexy that it sent Kingston’s pulse racing. Dirty talk didn’t normally do it for him, but sounds like that were a different story.
Riley kept moving, twisting his finger slowly to rub that same spot and drawing a few answering moans from Kingston that were impossible to suppress. He clenched down harder without meaning to, and the burning stretch from before somehow heightened the pleasure now, making his toes curl and his thighs shake.
The hand on his lower back pushed down, holding Kingston in place as Riley worked him open, all while Jake and Allen murmured encouragements that he could barely register. Bottoming was beginning to make more sense now that he was reaping the rewards.
Kingston could easily get lost in the different way the pleasure was building, coiling low in his gut into a heavy throb that was more intense compared to when he was thrusting his dick inside someone. He felt like he was no longer in control of his body as his cries grew louder and he arched into Riley’s touch without shame, begging him for more.
Sensing his readiness, Riley finally eased a second finger in alongside the first, the added thickness bringing a sharp sting that quickly shifted intofullness.He wasn’t confident with hisstretching motions, but Kingston didn’t find it uncomfortable, just awkward. But as long as Riley kept hitting that damn spot, he was content.
“This part is more fun if he’s doing it while sucking you off,” Allen said, voicing the thought Kingston had been considering. “You’ll learn to enjoy it eventually when you’re not in a rushing mindset.”
Kingston’s answer was a groan because Riley was making it harder for him to speak with every slow push inside him. He kept targeting that sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing and massaging until stars burst behind his eyelids, rendering him stupid.
He panted loudly, sweat slick on his skin as the dual intrusion stretched him wider, leaving his cock throbbing and aching for release. By the time he introduced the third finger, Kingston was a mess. Loose and pliant, his ass clenching greedily around the trio as they were fucked into him in one smooth motion.
He felt like he was about to come, which was stupid because he thought he would need his dick touched to accomplish that, but he had a feeling Evans would prove him wrong given time.
“I like how loud you are,” said Riley, his voice close to Kingston’s flushed ear. “Does it really feel that good?”
Allen’s giggle joined Kingston’s grumble of frustration as he reached behind him and shoved Riley away.
“Want to bend over and find out?” Kingston barked, but there was no heat in the threat. There was no way he was giving up his position now that he knew what it felt like.
“If he’s giving you attitude, then he’s probably ready,” said Jake, and Kingston felt a hand touch his back next to Riley’s. “Please don’t do something stupid—like jamming yourself inside.”
“I’m not going to jam myself inside,” Riley said through clenched teeth. “I’m not that much of an idiot.”
Debatable.
“The condoms are on the side table,” said Allen. “Jake, can you?—”
“No fucking condoms,” Kingston snapped. “I can’t get pregnant, and we both got fancy health checks from the league doctors. Condoms are pointless.”
Riley made a sound like a wounded animal, while Allen and Jake stifled their laughter. Kingston assumed he had said something dumb, but he thought his logic was sound.
“Nope, let him learn,” said Allen. “Once he sees how annoying the cleanup is, he’ll change his mind.”
