“Do you want some cream?” I teased.
He got that angry kitten expression, insulted by the bad joke, but he was adorable while he did it. “That’s gross.”
KC snorted while I laughed.
“Come here.”
Oliver was easy to move, and once I had him in the middle of the bed, KC and I lay on either side of him. KC caressed a finger across Oliver’s ribs, making him wriggle. I stroked his inner thigh, close to his hard cock. I studied his face, the bliss making his eyelids heavy and the curve of his mouth large. He was floating in heaven, and the fact that I’d helped him get there always did something to me.
I rolled over to the nightstand and pulled out our bottle of lube. It was nearly empty, but KC, ever the planner, had more stocked in a closet in the bathroom. He always made sure to have plenty. Smart man.
I pumped some lube onto my fingers, then petted them over Oliver’s hole. He stilled, gaze shifting slowly between me and KC, who’d resorted to sucking on Oliver’s nipple when I’d turned my back. KC slurped, taking Oliver’s skin between his lips with intensity that belonged in a high-budget porn movie. He wasn’t messing around.
KC’s cock was flushed red and slapping against his belly, but he didn’t touch it.
I pushed my finger into Oliver’s tightness, earning a keening whimper and a back arch. KC pressed his palm against Oliver’s abs, shoving him onto the bed. I watched KC as he sucked and nibbled and devoured while I prepared Oliver’s tight hole.
I only got two fingers in before Oliver wriggled against me.
“I can take it. I want you.” He gave me those big brown eyes, the ones I had trouble resisting, and my stomach churned with excitement.
I kissed Oliver with a softness that would’ve made past Ren scoff. Then, I shifted until I was seated between Oliver’s knees. A quick fumble with the condom later and I raised his legs onto my shoulders, watching as KC moved close to Oliver’s face. His cock was rigid and Oliver didn’t waste any time taking KC into his mouth. He moaned with eagerness, fingers wrapped around the thick base. He sucked cock like a champ.
I slicked up with lube and threw the bottle onto the bed. As I lined up to his hole, I bent down to kiss his chest. Anticipation built until I pushed inside. The first stretch was tight, as always, and Oliver whined around KC’s length. He rocked his hips.
He whimpered, and I shushed him.
“Give me a moment, Kitten.”
He whined but didn’t argue. I slid inside him with the kind of care that apparently frustrated him. KC’s intense gaze lingered on where Oliver and I were connected, his fingers driving through Oliver’s hair and tugging. Oliver took more of KC’s cock into his mouth and sucked like a man who’d die if he didn’t get KC’s cum.
When I was balls deep, I stilled. His tightness consumed me, the pressure of his warmth the perfect constriction. He squirmed, probably testing the feel of my cock and piercings pressing against him, and moaned.
“Ready?” I didn’t really expect an answer. I’d promised him I wouldn’t be too gentle. I pulled back, then thrust, my length spearing his tight hole with a fast but deep jab that drew a loud keen out of him. Spit leaked from the corners of his lips, but he didn’t release KC from his mouth. He sucked eagerly, fingers stroking the base.
KC threw his head back, his hips punching forward. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Oliver took KC to the back of his throat, and KC’s thrusts faltered. His grip in Oliver’s hair tightened and he shuddered through a release that was so fucking beautiful to watch. KC was in rapture when he came.
Oliver gasped after swallowing every last drop KC had to offer. He arched his back, crowing in delight as I hammered into him hard and fast, giving him no chance to recuperate. If he wanted out, he’d have to scream his safe word.
In. Out. In. Out. My piercings dragged against the ring of his hole with each thrust and the sounds that left him were pure ecstasy.
Oli chanted “yes, yes” as though it was a prayer and someone above would hear him. In this moment, I was his god.
KC took Oliver’s cock into his mouth, sucking on the tip like a goddamned vacuum cleaner, and Oliver shuddered through the blowjob. He was close and so was I.
My orgasm built, a raging volcano ready to explode. A knot threaded through my spine and low in my balls, and the wet warmth of his hole and my violent thrusts threw me over the edge. The crest of my pleasure was so much better than anything I’d ever felt. So much better than inking the most perfect fucking tattoo on a hot-ass model. It wasn’t heaven on earth, it was goddamned nirvana.
Oliver screamed as he came, and I grabbed KC’s hair, shoving him down on Oliver’s cock as we both hit the peak of our orgasms.
KC fell back against the bed after swallowing everything Oliver had to offer, and I collapsed on Oliver. He grunted but wrapped his arms around me.
“Is that what you needed?” I teased.
He hummed. “Yes. More. Always more.” He cocked his head, and KC kissed him, then gripped my chin and laid one on my mouth.
“Love you both,” KC murmured.
