He pegged my prostate. Bliss so strong it was its own weird pain made it hard to breathe. My muscles clenched and tried to hold him in my body.
“Fuck. That’s it,” he snarled.
I squirmed, and he clamped both hands on my hips, anchoring me in place for the pounding of a lifetime.
There was a loudcrack. The table wobbled to the left. My stomach swooped, but I couldn’t move.
“Shit!” KC grabbed the side of the table that began to slope downward. Then, I was flying as golden waves of joy crashed down on my head. I was yelling—then sobbing hard. I couldn’t stop the tears as my balls squeezed out anything left in there while I spasmed in relief. Passion drove spikes through me, piercing me with gratification.
Ren growled and fucked deep, sliding in until he bottomed out, then ground there.
“You two are so hot coming.” The sound of lips on lips—KC and Ren making out—floated to my ears and waltzed with the thundering of my pulse. I heaved in a surprised breath as the table trembled.
I cried harder when Ren slipped his dick out of my ass, not necessarily because it hurt, but it felt different than what had been happening to me for the last twenty minutes.
The abrupt change was awful.
A warm, soft gray blanket wrapped around me, and Ren hauled me into his arms. The tableclunkeddrunkenly to the floor as KC let it go.
My heart rabbited faster. “Mind boggled. KC was holding the table up. Holding me up. Us up. Whatever.”
Ren and KC both laughed as Ren stood with me in his arms. He seemed to be unsure of his game plan for a moment, then sat on the couch with me in his lap.
“That’s the second time I’ve broken a coffee table,” Ren said, tone slightly bitter. He rested his cheek on the top of my head and rocked me. “Guess I’ll order another one.”
KC plopped beside us, beautiful and naked, his sculpted body a blank canvas, the exact opposite of Ren’s. There was no ink. No piercings. Just miles of suntanned freckled skin offset by thepale areas that hadn’t been exposed during his endless hours on the football field.
“That’s my first time reducing a table to rubble with my dick.” KC winked at me, then leaned forward to brush tears off my cheeks with his thumbs. His bottom lip stuck out as he tried to stem the tide of my sobs, which thankfully were becoming silent as I dragged in huge breaths.
“’M okay,” I whispered.
“Shh. Relax. Are you thirsty?” Ren kissed my temple.
I shook my head.
“First times. You never forget them.” Ren chuckled and nuzzled my temple. “My first time was with a chick.”
KC’s nose wrinkled, and I giggled, feeling lightheaded.
Ren laughed until he snorted.
“Mine was you two.” I nestled my cheek against Ren’s pec, loving the musky vanilla scent wafting from his skin.
“Huh?” KC frowned at me.
Ren slid a hand up to cup my cheek and cradled me closer. “Excuse me? You mean your first time with two guys?”
The concern in his tone rang through my head as a warning bell. New tears spilled out of my eyes, my emotions already on a tight string. “N-no. My first time. Well, KC was second. So, you were my first time.”
“Oliver. FuckingOliver. Seriously?” Irritation transformed Ren’s words into knives that cut me.
“Don’t make fun of me!” I struggled, and he let me go, which I hadn’t fully expected. I almost fell off his lap, but KC steadied me. “I can’t handle that right now.”
“Fuck my life,” Ren snarled.
Everything closed in around me. The world was ending. As I replayed our conversation, I dragged the blanket up over my head, or tried to, and since it didn’t quite reach far enough, I shoved my face against Ren’s neck. I’d intended to take thatinformation to the grave, but now, it was out there. They would know I didn’t know what I was doing.
Ren had even fewer reasons to respect me.
