Page 136 of Bonus Game
Kingston was right. Sex was indeed the cure for performance anxiety.
“Alright, let’s go to the bedroom before I combust,” said Allen. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to watch you guys together.”
“We should record it,” Kingston added, returning to Riley’s earlier remark about making a video for replay purposes. “Something for us to jerk off to later.”
While Allen and Kingston began working out the finer details of something that wasnotgoing to happen, Jake continued kissing and nibbling Riley’s lips, sending tingles scattering across his skin.
“Can’t wait to be inside you.”
Riley totally wasn’t whimpering.
“Can’t wait to cover you in my scent.”
Riley clung to Jake when a wave of dizziness hit him and his head began to spin.
“I want my cum running down your thighs when you score your first NHL goal.”
“Jake—I’m going to come in my fucking pants if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
Jake chuckled and sank his teeth into Riley’s bottom lip. “You’re going to work hard for me, right, Riles? I don’t want to have to reprimand you before the season begins.”
Riley closed his eyes and groaned when he grasped how absolutely fucked he was.
Prepping for sex was awful and stressful, and Riley completed the experience with a new appreciation for Allen and Kingston, who were both smirking as he joined them on the bed.
Jake didn’t allow him time to dwell on it as he dragged Riley to the middle of their group and rearranged him until he was lying on his back, looking up at them.
“Just don’t…flip me all over the place like you do with Allen and Kingston,” Riley pleaded. “No advanced stuff, right? Just basic and vanilla.”
Kingston lowered his head to Riley’s chest and kissed around his nipple, teasing him with his warm breath and the threat of his teeth on the sensitive area.
“I’m not sure there’s anything vanilla about having three partners prepping you,” Allen said, and then he turned to Jake and said, “You heard the boy. He wants it in missionary, so let’s put the nipple tassels away.”
The joke helped calm Riley’s frazzled nerves, but the sudden pinch of teeth on his nipple had him arching and kicking his feet—knocking a grunt from Jake, who had been settling between his legs.
“Okay—wait—” Riley thrashed his arms around, reaching for Allen. “You need to sit on my face or something. I’m not cut out for lying here and taking it.”
Kingston was properly sucking on his abused nipple now, and Riley knew he was sensitive in that area, but the pleasure heightened tenfold while Allen was pulling on his hair, and Jake was running his hands along his thighs.
Allen tsked and gripped Kingston by his hair, pulling him off Riley’s nipple with an obscenely wet pop. “Put your mouth on more important areas,” he ordered, pushing Kingston’s head lower. “You’re helping Jake prep, so stop being a tease and help us distract him.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kingston mumbled as he continued the descent down Riley’s body unassisted.
Distractions were good, especially when Jake was tossing Riley’s legs over his broad shoulders and lowering his head to meet Kingston, who had his eyes narrowed on Riley’s hard cock.
“We have you,” Allen said as he swung his leg over Riley’s chest, presenting his perfect and perky ass to play with while shooting a wink at Riley over his shoulder. “Go ahead and distract yourself while we get you ready for our boyfriend.”
Riley nodded eagerly and cupped Allen’s ass in his hands, giving the cheeks a firm squeeze before spreading them and revealing a pretty, pink hole that he couldn’t wait to get his tongue on.
Allen let Riley lead him until he was sitting right where he wanted him; his ankles on either side of Riley’s head and planted comfortably on his face. The first swipe of Riley’s tongue pulled aragged moan from Allen’s throat, and Riley dove in, determined to force more sounds out of him.
Riley could no longer see anything, and his new earmuffs muted the voices around him, but he could feeleverything. There was a hand on his cock, stroking slowly to get him used to the touch, the slide easy thanks to all the precum he was leaking.
Two sets of hands were exploring his body, rough from years of shooting pucks and throwing fists. They eased the tension in his muscles, slowly moving lower until their destination became clear.
The first touch of a slick finger against his hole had Riley tensing up, but he doubled down on eating Allen out to distract himself, pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and curling it in the way that always left Kingston gasping.
Allen’s reaction was similar, and the clench of his legs and the sound of his moan left Riley so pleased that he nearly missed the strange pressure of a finger pushing inside him.
