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Ignoring Jake’s looming presence, Riley did as he was told and took Kingston’s cock deeper into his mouth, minding his teeth. The heavy, pulsing feeling on his tongue felt strange, buthe liked it. He kept going until he got nervous and pulled back, remembering to suck just like Jake instructed.
Kingston’s response was another series of muttered curses through gritted teeth and fingers yanking Riley’s hair. It had to be the most amateur blowjob ever, but at least Kingston wasn’t pushing him away.
Riley wanted to meet his eyes, but Kingston had an iron grip on his hair, and he didn’t want to risk getting any of it ripped out. There would always be next time, so he turned his attention back to makingthis timegood for both of them.
Riley repeated the motion, taking Kingston’s cock in and out of his mouth in a staggered rhythm until he slowly began to grasp the concept. He thought it would be easier, but it was nerve-wracking to be teetering on the edge of the threshold that he knew would set his gag reflex off.
He eventually found it when he accidentally got distracted by Kingston’s loud moans and Allen’s heavy panting, and tears sprang to his eyes as he gagged loudly, body lurching in protest.
Kingston’s moan was debauched as his hand left Riley’s hair so he could grip Allen’s legs for more stability, but Jake’s hand quickly took his place.
“Now that you know where your stopping point is, keep your hand there,” Jake ordered. “It will stop you from going deeper. Try using your tongue more now that you know how far you can go.”
It was hot. Everything was so hot.
Jake never mentioned how it would be hard to breathe or how sore his jaw would be after the first few minutes. Riley felt close to feverish—maybe high—as he sucked, licked and choked on Kingston’s cock, making a sticky mess of precum and saliva that escaped his swollen lips with every push inside.
The throbbing of the veins against his tongue was getting faster, and Kingston was getting louder. Riley hadn’t thoughtabout what would happen when Kingston came, but he could tell he was close. He was surprised he’d hung on this long.
“Enough, Evans! You’re going to make me come?—”
Wasn’t that the point?
“And he can make you come again,” said Allen. “Fucking relax, Sloan.”
And because Riley was too busy holding Kingston down by the hips and the cock, he neglected to remember his powerful legs—legs that slammed closed at the same moment Kingston’s bitter release erupted on his tongue.
Riley didn’t know how the guy still had so much saved up after all the handjobs and dry humping they did, but there was enough to drown him if he didn’t die from suffocation first.
Kingston’s moans were loud in his ears, and Riley could have sworn his vision was turning white over the commotion of muffled voices and hands grabbing him. Hockey thighs were no joke, especially when they were holding you in place while a guy came down your throat.
“He’s dying!”
“He can breathe through his nose.”
“Kingston, open your legs!”
The pressure crushing his head jerked away, and Riley pulled off Kingston’s softening cock with a loud cough. Swallowing the cum in his mouth, he pushed to his knees and met Allen’s wide eyes as he fought to catch his breath. There were black spots in his vision, and Jake was trying to say something to him, but everything else disappeared when his gaze landed on the state Kingston was in.
With his cornflower blue eyes glazed over, face red, and body trembling, Kingston looked damn-near pornographic as he stared at the ceiling. No taunting, no fists swinging—just heavy breathing, freckles, and sweat glistening on pale skin.
“Oxygen deprivation?” Allen asked Jake, shattering the silence.
Riley locked eyes with Jake, who was watching him with a curious raise of an eyebrow. “If he tries to kill me, stop him,” he said, and then grabbed Kingston’s limp body and dragged him higher until he was almost upside down in his lap.
Kingston didn’t have enough time to struggle before Riley pushed his tongue into his hole.
19 /KINGSTON
Being held upside-downin Riley’s lap hadn’t been on Kingston’s bingo card for the week, especially with his warm tongue pushing inside him. He had seen rimming in the multiple porn videos he’d watched and read about it during a Google search, but experiencing it was a different kind of monster he hadn’t been prepared for.
It felt good. Too good. Having something wet and hot circling and pressing into him quickly sent his senses into overload. Riley pushed deeper, the slick muscle sliding in and out with steady thrusts that made his body tense, pulling ragged moans from Kingston that he couldn’t hold back.
Under normal circumstances, Kingston would have fought Riley for putting him into such a compromising position, but he couldn’t seem to form the right words.
Nothing beyond thoughts of, “ohfuckyesthatfeelsamazing” and loud moans anyway. Hell, his goddamn toes were curling.
Riley moaned against him, and that created a sensation that had Kingston’s back arching to the point of being painful. He felt so dizzy from the blood rushing to his head that he almost forgot about Allen and Jake—until Allen brushed Kingston’s sweaty hair out of his face.
