Page 88 of Baiting Kong

“Ohh, yum, that’s my favorite,” Axel declared, doing a little dance in his seat as he reached for one.

“Seriously?” Scout said as he snagged the other. “They’re my favorite too.”

Laughing, they dug into their cupcakes. Axel was so enthusiastic about it that he wound up with chocolate glaze on his nose. When he reached for a napkin, Scout smacked a hand over Axel’s so he couldn’t reach it, then leaned in and licked the glaze off. At first, he giggled, then he grabbed a fistful of Scout’s t-shirt and yanked him into a scorching kiss that left his head reeling. Dazed, Scout grabbed Axel’s hair when he tried toscoot away, just so he could kiss him again. No one cared that they started a make out session right there between their Doms, who didn’t do anything to stop them. This space was used to being the site of random displays of affection, some of which got downright steamy too. Scout knew Axel wouldn’t be comfortable putting on a show, which was what it would turn into if he slid his hand up Axel’s thigh the way he wanted to, so he behaved and decided to save that for home, but only after they’d spent a few more minutes tongue wrestling.

“We should finish our cupcakes,” Scout murmured as they drew apart. “Then go home so we can lose our clothes and find a soft couch to tumble onto.”

“Or we could all take this little display to my bed, where we’d have more than enough room for touching and anything else that comes to mind,” Carl growled in Scout’s ear.

His words and the vibration of his lips against the curve of Scout’s ear made him shiver, groan, and lean back against him, giving Carl all the access he needed to snake an arm around Scout and pinch his nipple. Jerking, Scout banged his knee against the underside of the table as he let out a low whine while he whimpered and squirmed.

“Good boys get more than just cupcakes for rewards,” he growled in Scout’s ear.

Scout’s breath left his body in a hiss as he shuddered and groaned, enduring the torment Carl continued to inflict on his nipples until someone cupped him through his shorts. His eyes shot open to see Axel kneeling over him on the bench seat, a shit-eating grin on his face as he covered Scout with his body, his hand still trapped between them so he could stroke Scout while they kissed, Carl’s teasing sending his pleasure-riddled body into desperation mode.

With Axel swallowing Scout’s every attempt to beg and Carl taking sadistic pleasure in winding him up until he felt like hewas about to come in his underwear, Scout was rapidly coming undone. Even his movements were restricted by the table, which Scout kept banging his knee or shoulder into, and Axel’s weight pinning him down. He just needed a bit more friction. Just a little bit.

More.

More.

Damnit, why was Axel slowing down?

…and moving his hand away?

Come on, how wasthatfair?

Scout knew his whine drew attention when Axel and Carl stopped touching him, because there were several snickers and someone called out,Stop tormenting him and take him to the dungeon.

“I’d rather take him home,” Carl called back, tugging Scout’s hair, this time to force Scout to tip his head back enough that Carl could slam his lips down on Scout’s and tongue-fuck him stupid.

By the time he figured out which way was up, Mahoney, Axel, and Carl were standing outside the booth, staring at him like they didn’t know what was taking him so long. Fuckers knew exactly why he wasn’t eager to scoot off the edge of that bench. Movement was a little uncomfortable while the front of his shorts was tented, so he took his good, sweet time and even finished the last three bites of his cupcake before he joined them. Trying to scowl at any of them was impossible. The whole thing was just fuckin’ hilarious at this point.

Laughter, snickers, and lewd comments followed them all the way out the door, but who cared? He was gonna get pinned to the bed by at least one person tonight, though he’d be happy to go for a grand slam if they were willing. Hell, he’d be happy to go for a grand slam and a trifecta and take one on his back, oneon his knees, and let one pin him to the wall if it got him what he wanted.

Filled and floaty, drifting in a post-orgasmic haze, completely fucked out and incapable of movement. Hell, Scout didn’t want to feel up to moving an eyelash, let alone anything else.

“I want you riding between me and Kong the whole way,” Carl explained after he got a look at some of the fog rolling in off the coast. “Stick close. I want us home before this gets too thick.”

“Understood.”

Less than a minute later, they fired up their bikes, Carl’s voice booming over the engine.

“You ready?”

Scout nodded, but the voice in his head was screaming, the echo bouncing around the inside of his skull.

Hell yeah, he was ready!

Ready for the road.

Ready for the ride.

And hella ready for the night to come.

Chapter 27

(Axel)

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