But rolling around in the hurt and pain had its advantages.
My skin tingled as Ren’s lips twisted into a shark’s smile, and I dragged my sweats down until my pubes peeked out. The second his attention dipped, I growled.
“Go get condoms, KC,” Ren ordered.
KC leaped to his feet.
“Fuck off. I’m in charge,” I snapped.
KC pouted between us. “You don’t want them?”
I sighed.
Ren chuckled, sounding far too fucking amused.
“Douchebag,” I muttered.
“Me?” KC recoiled comically, and I grabbed his hand, then kissed the back.
“Of course not. I would never call you names. Can you please get the stuff?” I smiled at him.
The pure sunshine in his grin made my stomach flip as he swooped down and pressed his lips to my ear. “You’re doing great.” He licked my earlobe, which had me flailing and squawking, before darting off to the bedroom.
Ren cracked up until I rushed over and hopped onto his lap, facing him. His solid thighs made a stable seat.
“This isn’t a punishment.” He slid his hands to my lower back and dragged me flush against his lickable chest.
“Yet. It isn’t oneyet.”
“Promises, promises.” His dark eyebrows marched up his forehead as he squeezed my asscheeks.
I rolled my eyes. The clash of our lips at my abrupt attack bordered on painful. One thing I didn’t have shit to say about was the muscle shirts Ren and KC preferred. It was easy to slip my hands underneath the cotton and caress the soft skin covering his defined obliques. Those muscles never failed to make me drool.
He tried to control the kiss, softening his lips as a distraction technique, a feint in this power struggle. I let him surge the battle into my mouth. Oh, he wanted to win? Too bad. I nipped the tip of his tongue.
He hissed and jerked back. The solid bulge hiding in his sweats thrust viciously against my ass.
My hole tensed and released. Empty. Waiting for his cock. Air leaked out of my lungs. What a nightmare that he could turn me into mush so easily.
Emotions rippled across his angular face. When he wasn’t being a complete asshat, he was almost pretty. The low lights of the living room glinted on the silver hoop through his nostril. Without thinking, I nudged it with my nose.
Ren chuckled. “What’s your play, Kitten?” He squeezed my asscheeks until they ached. The pain drove my lust higher. I humped against him, searching for relief, giving him an edge in this dirty game.
“Fuck you,” I snapped.
“You were on the right track earlier by telling me I know what I’m talking about.” He punctuated his jackassery by jabbing me with his hips. My bones melted as I ground my cock against his solid abs.
Surprise zipped through me, along with a tease of pleasure. Tension wound around my spine. How did I get so hard? I fluttered my eyelashes, but not on purpose.
Movement caught the corner of my eye, and I snorted as KC took a few steps closer. He had his dick in his hand, playing with himself, not quite stroking. He nibbled his bottom lip and stared with shiny wide eyes.
“Did I tell you to jerk off?” I murmured.
He dragged his sweats back up, hiding that fantastic dick. Ren and I both groaned as KC rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. He had to know we loved the show.
“Sorry. I come bearing supplies!” He waved around the condoms and lube he easily cradled in one hand.
“Don’t come yet, no matter what you’re doing.” I huffed, and they both laughed.
