Page 95 of Bonus Game
“You need to breathe, King. You’re turning blue.”
Kingston forced his eyes open so he could look up at the beautiful man, bumping his foot against Riley’s head when a wave of pleasure rushed from his toes all the way down his spine. He wastryingto breathe, but it was hard to focus on any task with Allen grinning at him likethatand Riley slowly pushing a finger into his ass.
Immediately overwhelmed again, Kingston began kicking and trying to get away, but then two large hands grabbed his ankles and applied pressure until he went limp.
“Too much for a beginner,” said Jake’s deep voice from somewhere behind Riley. “You don’t need to cross everything off your list tonight, Riles.”
Riley curled his tongue one last time, like he was proving a point to himself, before it slipped out and gave Kingston room tobreathe.
“I’m not checking off a list,” Riley grumbled, sounding just as wrecked as Kingston felt. “I wanted to do it because I’m good with my mouth.”
Kingston heard an indignant sigh from Jake, but above him, Allen groaned.
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot.” Allen twisted his finger around a strand of Kingston’s hair, smiling coyly. “You hit the jackpot with that one. A lot of newbies have to work themselves up to rimming, but Riley is fearless.”
Not fearless, just stupid. Kingston hated how the idiot ran into dangerous scrums without thought for his own well-being. And yeah, sure, they were hockey players, and hockey players got hurt all the time. But Riley washishockey player—brainless or not.
“Put him on his stomach and prep him,” said Jake. “You can do acrobatics another time.”
Riley’s grumbles grew louder, and Kingston was inclined to agree. Bottoming was fucking annoying between the bathroom prep and the stretching prep, especially for someone as impatient as him. Allen had given a few tips earlier that would help, butnoneof them were convenient to do.
Riley didn’t seem to care about having to take the extra time. The guy got off on taking care of people, and Kingston noticed he was becoming more obnoxious now that he had submitted to him.
The gentleness Riley showed when he pushed him back down and turned him over, running his hands along the strained muscles of Kingston’s back as he settled him onto Allen’s lap, was obnoxious. As were the kisses down his spine. And the soft praises he gave when he lifted Kingston’s hips to put a pillow under them.
Allen must have sensed Kingston’s annoyance because he was quick to start playing with his hair again, lulling him into a state of weightlessness that left him dizzy for a whole different reason.
Kingston knew that Riley didn’t want Allen and Jake to participate, but it was difficult to ignore how hard Allen was when his bulge was pressed against his nose. It would take no effort for him to yank the pretty boy’s underwear down and test how much he liked having a dick in his mouth, but he respected Riley’s boundaries. Instead, he wiggled closer to Allen and dropped his cheek onto the bulge to keep it from poking his eye out.
Allen hissed and swatted at him, but Kingston wrapped his arms around Allen’s waist and held on, making a point of not moving until he heard a loud huff from above, and the swatting stopped.
“You’re trouble,” said Allen.
Kingston shrugged and nuzzled closer, smirking when Allen cursed and tugged his hair. “What gave you that idea?”
The sound of a cap popping distracted him from hearing whatever Allen had replied.
“Hand out. Lube,” said Jake in a monotone.
Kingston couldhearthe smile in Riley’s voice when he said, “Thanks for the assist.”
Allen made a disgusted sound caught between a wail and a groan, and Kingston couldn’t have said it better himself.
“My ass isn’t a hockey net,” Kingston said, shooting a glare over his shoulder at the two men. “I will fuck you both up if you keep acting like dumbasses.”
“Thank you, Kingston,” said Allen. “No hockey-talk in the bedroomat allif you want me to get it up.”
Kingston didn’t think Allen would have a problem in that department, but he laughed and nuzzled the bulge under his cheek just to make sure, earning himself another light smack.
“You got this part?” Jake asked, efficiently bringing them back on track.
The smooth glide of a finger entering him made Kingston tense before he could remember to relax, and the sudden ache made him gasp.
“Sorry—” Riley’s other hand touched the dip in his back apologetically. “I should have warned you.”
“It’sfine,” Kingston said through gritted teeth. “It didn’t hurt. Keep going.”
He knew they were exchanging looks, but Kingston didn’t care. He hadn’t lied. Between the spit and lube, it hadn’t hurt. The tensing is what caused the ache. Now that he was ready for the intrusion, he could relax and try to figure out if he liked this or if Riley would soon be switching positions with him.
