Page 54 of King of Liars

Ryan obeyed King’s command, striking him in the shoulder. But I could tell he was holding back quite a bit compared to the first time I’d witnessed them playing like that.

“Harder. And in my face.”

His fucking face?

As Ryan did as he was told and kept fucking him, I thought about the night I’d gone too far.

“You’re holding back. Fucking hit me, Two!”

Two grunted before going again.

He knocked King’s face to the side, but King turned back to him quickly. “Is this all you have for me tonight?”

I was just as surprised as King, considering the first time I’d seen the guys assault King had been so dramatic, scary even.

What was going on with Ryan?

His body tensed up. This wasn’t like him. Not at all.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me, slowing my movements within him. I wanted him to know I was there for him, for whatever he was grappling with.

“Fuck me and fucking hit me like a man, you motherfucking idiot!” King exclaimed. “Is this why your dad had to beat you? Because you were such a dumb fuck?”

As always, King knew how to push our buttons, and Ryan snarled, rearing his fist back and dropping it down like a fucking hammer, so that I had to witness King’s face snapping to the side so sharply I froze in place, fearing the harm that would come to him from such an intense blow.

“King?” Ryan asked, taking a moment, as if he wanted to check in to make sure King was all right.

I’d never heard Ryan so concerned when we were playing. But that wasn’t playing. He’d lost control too. Just as I had.

And seeing it from the perspective that Ryan must have had of me the other night, it was…terrifying.

“Finally,” King whispered. His eyes rolled back, and he grabbed his cock. “Now fuck me harder. Don’t you dare fucking hold back.”

As Ryan pressed on, I kept going too. I kissed the back of Ryan’s neck, stroking his abs softly. Unlike the other times, I could tell he hadn’t wanted to do that to King.

What was going on?

“Come in me like this, Two, go ahead,” King said. “Do it. But not you, Boss. Save it for me. Save it for fucking me.”

I struggled. “I’ve got to pull out.”

“No!” King ordered.

“I really can’t hold it in.”

“Come, Two. Boss, just do it.”

We’d fucked around enough that I knew Ryan’s body, his movements, to the extent that it was impossible for me not to recognize that familiar thrust. Knowing he was spilling his load in the condom inside King, and being forced to obey, I shot into the condom within Ryan.

I tugged against his body, wanting to be there for him, hoping he was okay.

No, this isn’t right. None of this is right.

“Yes, fucking yes,” I whispered, as though trying to convince myself everything was okay, before offering a tender kiss against his back.

One and Hole growled together as they seemed to reach the same place as we had, still against the wall, seemingly not even having a moment for breaths between kisses.

Ryan leaned down, clearly exhausted by the good fuck we’d given King.

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