Page 12 of King of Liars

“Okay, I guess I’m out.” I sighed. “What a fucking waste of my time.”

“No, no,” Two said, his jaw tightening as if he’d spoken the words against his will. “Just do it. Get it over with.”

“What? You don’t even fucking like me. And Sy…His fucking Majesty…told me two minutes ago that you’re a total top.”

“Don’t disrespect the King,” Two spit out. “I’ll be fine. It’s not like I haven’t taken a dick before. Or are you worried you’re not that good to begin with? Come on. Show me you’re even fucking worthy of him.”

A challenge? Damn, these guys knew how to get me worked up.

“Well, in that case…” I moved back to Two as he spread his legs for me, raising his ass, his smooth hole on display. There was a confidence in the way he did it, as though he didn’t mind being the total top who took my dick for the team.

As I lined up my cock with his hole, I kept thinking what an idiot I was. So many things I would have sworn I wouldn’t fucking do when I showed up that night, but there I was, pushing inside Total-Top Two, wishing I could stick my cock where Hole’s was right then. Although, as Two’s hole adjusted to my shaft, I couldn’t help but appreciate how good it felt, his body practically clinging to my dick as I pushed inside. His face scrunched up as he ground his teeth. His pleasure or pain were mine to command. Of course, I had no desire to put him in any pain—none that he didn’t ask for, at least.

I offered a push forward, and my dick moved in quicker than I expected. His body stiffened, and he balled his hands into fists and lurched forward like he was doing a sit-up. I froze in place, expecting him to fucking deck me.

“Goddammit!” he called out, throwing his head back as he continued tightening his jaw the way I might have when I had a Charley horse. Then he lay back, his abs shifting as he took deep breaths. “Can you be a little more careful with that thing? I don’t know about your hole, but mine isn’t a fucking Fleshlight.”

“Sorry,” I said, and Two eyed me curiously, as if surprised by my apology. I certainly wasn’t trying to hurt him, but I wondered if he would have shown me the same courtesy if I’d been the one bottoming for him.

“I’d tell you guys to stop fighting,” Sy said as he jerked himself off while Hole continued pounding into him, “but this is turning me on too much. Faster, Hole. You guys find a way to catch up.” He winked, and Two looked at me, determination in his eyes, as though his competitive streak had kicked in. “Take that back. Show me what you’ve got.”

Holy hell, this guy was hardcore.

“Are you sure?” I asked, again worrying that if I actually hurt him, especially after what I saw, he might fucking punch me and have me blacked out on the floor in no time.

“Just fucking do it, man.”

“Call him by his name, Two,” Sy snapped.

Two grunted. “Just do it, Boss.” He couldn’t have looked more annoyed.

I obeyed, doing my best to make it as comfortable for Two as I could manage. However, it was apparent he wasn’t standing for me holding back. He reached around and grabbed my ass, urging me to move faster, despite what appeared to be an expression of sheer discomfort on his face, particularly as I sped up.

“That all you got, Boss? I’m getting disappointed.”

The way he eyed me after he said it, it was obvious he knew damn well I was holding back, and he wanted to push me into fucking him harder.

And I did.

Then harder still.

His abs and biceps were tense as he slammed his fists against the mattress, clearly battling the sensations I was rousing within him as I fucked him, more than catching up to what Hole was doing inside Sy, though to be fair, he’d already been fucking him for some time before I built up my own pace.

“God, that’s hot,” Sy said, writhing about under Hole. “Let’s get over there and join in,” he ordered his top, who hooked his arms around his thighs and pulled him across the mattress. Sy twisted his body, shifting beside Two. He rested his hand on Two’s chest and massaged gently. “You’re doing so good, Two.”

He and Two turned to each other. Two cupped Sy’s face in his hand as they kissed affectionately, and I’d have been lying if I acted like I didn’t want in on that, like I didn’t want a chance to taste Sy’s mouth, feel his lips against mine, get a lick of his tongue.

Certainly looked like Two was a good kisser too. Their lips smacked together, as though Two was bragging, fucking boasting about what he got to enjoy in spite of me. I sped up even more, giving Two a good fuck that eventually pulled him away from his kiss.

“Godfuckingdammit,” he muttered.

“Better than what you were thinking?” I asked, reminding him of his challenge.

His face twisted up as he seemed to struggle to control his body’s reaction to the way I was pushing inside him.

Sy watched Two, running his hand across his face in a move that hinted at how close they’d become during their time as King and knight. “Yes, you’re loving his big cock, aren’t you? I can tell.”

“It’s not the worst,” Two finally confessed, but he turned a glare on me that seemed to imply that simply because I was slamming against his prostate didn’t mean he particularly cared for me.

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