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Underneath his words, t
here’s an echo of something deeper, more meaningful, but I focus on the tangible now.
“Bare yourself,” I whisper, and that echo finds its way in my words, too.
There’s so much we should be talking about.
Instead, Riddick rips Ryan’s top off, actually tears it off at the seams, leaving him blinking dazedly, his bared chest strong and beautiful, golden skin stretched over taut muscles, small brown nipples tightening into hard points.
God, like mine. My breasts ache and feel heavy, my nipples aching, throbbing in their prison of lace. I need… I need them to touch me.
As if reading my mind, Riddick slides an arm around my waist and kisses me. His mouth is a firebrand, soft but firm and white-hot as it moves over my lips. He hauls me against him until I’m riding his thick thigh, his hand possessively cupping my ass, kneading, sending sparks of desire into my belly.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Ryan whispers and moves behind my back, his hands smoothing over my ribcage, over my breasts, pressing against my hard nipples, until I’m overwhelmed with sensation. “You’re hot.”
Is it supposed to feel so good, just kissing and being touched by these two hotties? Because my pussy is clenching so tightly I think I’m about to come. I gasp in Riddick’s mouth when Ryan rubs over my nipples, even through the scratchy lace, or maybe that’s why it’s so crazy good.
The muscular thigh between my legs lifts a little, rubbing over my lace-covered pussy, and I gasp again, moaning, clutching at Riddick’s arms.
“Oh God,” I manage to whisper when he draws back a fraction of an inch to suck in a breath. “Rid…”
“Do you want this, Princess?” he asks, his voice and his gaze serious. “Us, together, touching you?”
“Making you come?” Ryan whispers against my neck, his hot mouth leaving a trail of fire down to my shoulder. “Making you scream?”
“God, yes. Yes.” Is this me? Am I really saying yes to my fantasy without sparing a thought to what comes after? “Permission granted.”
Ryan chuckles, that rich, deep sound that makes my insides clench harder. “Roger that.”
His hands leave my breasts only to swiftly snap my bra open and pull it off me. His hands are then back, cupping my bare boobs, stroking and rubbing and generally driving me crazy.
“Oh my God…” I whisper, panting, rubbing myself on Riddick’s thigh. “Oooh…”
“You didn’t specify,” Riddick murmurs, his hand dipping under the elastic of my panties, down the crack of my ass, “how far we’re allowed to go, Princess.” His hand is massaging between my ass cheeks and lower, where my pussy is spread, his finger dipping inside, and I groan, lost in pleasure. “How far inside.”
It’s so hard to think, with their hands on me, with Riddick’s hard cock pressed against my belly, and Ryan’s to my back.
“I don’t…” I try. “Just don’t…”
Ryan huffs, lightly biting my shoulder. “No penetration?”
“Shit,” Riddick grunts, his finger sliding along my seam, the tip barely dipping into me before sliding out. “It’s going to be hard…”
“So hard…” Ryan agrees, a hint of laughter in his voice.
“No penetration, then,” Riddick says, and leans in to kiss my mouth.
Assault on every front. His finger hasn’t stopped stroking me, sliding in my slickness, finding my clit and toying with it, sliding back to my opening and torturing me with short, quick flicks, then up to my ass and repeating the action there, drawing me to the edge of orgasm and pulling back. His mouth is hard, and his tongue mimics the thrust of his finger inside me, in and out, in and out.
So close. So very close.
Ryan shifts against my back, softly groaning in my ear, kissing my neck, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, lashing at them, and it hurts the oversensitive nubs, but I don’t want him to ever stop. The pleasure sparkles inside me, coalescing into a hard, heavy knot in my pussy, a pressure that’s painful.
I need relief. Release. It’s never been so urgent, so unavoidable. I’m ready to beg, to promise anything for that pressure to shatter.
Not sure what does it, but one moment I’m riding Riddick’s finger and writhing under Ryan’s touch, and the next I’m crying out, my body convulsing with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s ripping me apart, the pleasure drowning me, wave after wave rushing from my pussy to my back to the top of my head, until I don’t know who I am or where.
Hanging in their hold, I’m struggling to catch my breath, my pussy still pulsing, my body still trembling.
