Page 20 of King of Liars

His expression relaxed, though it was clear he was still debating.

“Come on,” King added. “Do it for me. For this ass I want to be yours so bad, Boss. Let my knights have you, and then you can have me. Get it out of your system the way you have wanted to since the first day we locked eyes.”

I figured Boss and I both wanted to walk the fuck out right then. I didn’t want King getting Boss’s cock in his hole…after all, what use would he have for me then?

Boss lay back on the bed, hitting his face with his palm. “Okay, let’s get it over with.”

“Now to decide who will go first…” King mused.

“I’ll do it,” I said, not meaning to speak out of turn.

King eyed me curiously, as if surprised by how quickly I’d volunteered, since I hadn’t made any secret of how much disdain I had for his newest interest. In fact, when he’d first talked to me about him at the frat party we’d attended, I’d been nothing but dismissive of the guy. He looked like any other average frat kid. Nothing special about him. Nothing worthy of my King. But I’d been wrong. There was definitely something special about him.

King nodded, smiling as though reading my mind, as though he knew how much I wanted to be inside Boss’s ass, owning it the way he had owned mine.

Hole approached me, condoms and lube in hand, as I moved over to Boss, who glared up at me, his expression full of suspicion and concern.

I leaned down and folded my arms into the crook of his legs, drawing him closer to me, moving with care so that he’d know I wasn’t planning to tear my way in. One snatched a condom from Hole and rolled it on my cock. It was a hell of a lot easier to mess around with guys as a team, since we could all do our part. Even King made sure to lube me up real quick.

I held my hand out for him to offer more lube on my fingers, which I slid along Boss’s crack before making my way into his hole. Tight. So fucking tight. I imagined mine had been as tense before he’d fucked me.

“Gonna have to loosen this up a bit if you’re gonna get all these dicks in you.”

His hole’s grip firmed around my fingers, and I could read the tension all over his expression.

“That was a joke,” I assured him.

“Ha-ha,” he dragged out facetiously. “Just get it going.”

“Well, at least now you know how it feels.”

“No, I don’t. I won’t really know until you get that big-ass thing inside me.”

King smiled as he rubbed Boss’s chest gently. “Just remember there’s a prize at the end.” He winked in that cruel, teasing way he had. He shifted aside, and Boss looked at his ass as though making sure it was worth the effort.

I said, “It really will be as good as you think.” It was more than I wanted to share, but considering I’d been in the position to put up with the same bullshit to tap that, I wanted him to know that all the games would eventually get him to his desired destination, as King had promised.

King was a lot of things.

Guarded, yes.

Careful, yes.

Secretive…most definitely.

And while there was the occasional misdirection with his wording, he was always careful with his words, made sure to never tell an outright lie. Not that I knew of, at least. The fact that he was so honest with the knights was something I always figured was one of the reasons we stuck around.

We all had our insecurities, all had the shit that had drawn us to King and him to us, and despite the fucked-up games, he was one of the few people in this world I actually trusted.

While Boss took deep breaths as I lined my cock up with his hole, I rested my hand on his abs, stroking the way King did, gently, his muscles seeming to relax as I continued caressing. As I started to push my cock against his hole, I felt it tense up even more.

“Okay, maybe just one sec before we get there,” I said, moving back and stooping down. I buried my face against his ass, taking a lick.

God, that fuckhead tasted so damn good. I couldn’t help myself. I licked again and again before sliding my finger back in, offering a massage as Boss moaned. Yeah, bet right then he wasn’t thinking about what an asshole I’d been to him, just appreciating that I knew how to work a man up.

King had taught me well.

I’d been an apprentice in the art of satisfying men before His Majesty, but after…oh, he’d made me a fucking professional. I could make a bottom squeal. And I was sure I could make a top-happy guy like Boss do the same.

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