Page 28 of Never Dance with the Devils
Pressing my hands to his chest, I lean against him, letting him take my weight. He instantly wraps his arms around my waist, looking down at me, and I smile, lifting my mouth to his. I try to express with a kiss that I understand the gravity of this and that I appreciate the trust they’ve placed in me. Riggs’s mouth is warm as he meets me, kiss for kiss, not taking it deeper but letting us enjoy the moment as we surrender to the urges that have worked through us all evening.
I sense Maddox behind me before I feel his touch. “It’s my house too,” he murmurs against my hair, his hands tracing lines across my back and down my upper arms. I can hear the teasing smile in his voice.
I break the kiss with Riggs, letting my head fall back against Maddox’s shoulder. Riggs’s attention moves down my throat while Maddox takes over with my mouth. His kiss is more insistent, his tongue demanding.
But it’s Riggs’s growl thathas me blinking to clear the haze in my head. “How the fuck does this thing come off? I’m about to rip it off you.” I realize he’s looking for a zipper on my dress. I slide the hidden zipper beneath my arm down, letting the bodice fall from my shoulders to my waist, revealing that I’m wearing the lingerie they sent beneath. “Fuck me, you did wear it,” he groans, his hands cupping my breasts through the delicate lace cups.
Maddox pushes the dress over my hips and as it puddles on the floor at my feet, he hisses, “Jesus, man. Look at her ass in this thing.”
“Show me,” Riggs orders, sounding more like Maddox than usual.
Usual? Do we have a usual? I don’t know, but either way, I find myself holding Riggs’s hand as I step out of the dress, and in my heels, I do a spin for them, letting them see all of me in the bodysuit they picked out for me. I felt sexy putting it on tonight and chose my dress because it coordinated with the lacy lingerie.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell them, gently fingering the silky strap at my shoulder.
“You are beautiful,” Riggs corrects.
“We’re gonna ruin that thing,” Maddox promises, a dark glint in his eye as he pulls his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere and even pinging off the glass of the artwork on the wall. All he’s missing is an ‘S’ on his chest the way he just ripped his shirt open.
And suddenly, I don’t care about the expensive, luxurious lingerie. I just want them to ruinme. However they see fit, knowing I’ll love every minute of it.
Buttons don’t fly again, but somehow, I blink and Riggs’s shirt is gone too. Maddox has seated himself on the edge of the bed, his thighs spread out with mestanding between them, my hands planted on his powerful shoulders, looking into his lust-driven face. Through his dark slacks, I can see the thick ridge of his erection as he runs his palm up and down it. Riggs is kneeling behind me, his hands kneading and tickling up my legs from my calves to my ass, where he teases a finger along the edge of the lace trim of the bodysuit.
“Fuck, I have dreamed of tasting you again,” Riggs rumbles, the heat of his breath ghosting over my skin.
Feeling the responding rush of liquid at my core, I command, “Do it.”
Riggs might’ve been unsure how to undo my dress, but he flicks apart the bodysuit’s snaps like he knew exactly where they were. He presses on my lower back, guiding me to bend forward toward Maddox, who’s waiting to support me. My head on his shoulder, he takes my breasts into his hands, cupping them and strumming my nipples.
Riggs throws the loosened bodysuit up over my butt, and I clench at the sensation of being so exposed, especially with his face right there. But there’s no time for embarrassment or nerves because he buries his face against me like a starved man.
His nose in my ass, he licks a long line from my clit up to my entrance, dipping the tip in for more. He groans like I’m the delicacy he’s been craving, and my eyes flutter closed as the vibration works through me. Unconsciously, I slide my feet apart more, wanting his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. All of it, right now. And he gives it to me, devouring my pussy with hungry licks, sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking hard, and even fucking me with his stiffened tongue. It’severything I fantasized it would be again, and I ride his face, chasing my orgasm like a greedy bitch.
“Make it fast, Kayla,” Maddox tells me, his hands dipping into the lingerie’s cups. He tweaks my nipples sharply, holding the tight pinch as he rolls the hardened nubs in his fingers, and I hiss at the delicious bite. He’s already punishing me, keeping me on the line of pain and pleasure. I want to hate it, but I wish he’d do it again. “Riggs can’t wait much longer. And if you’re not ready, he’ll destroy your sweet little cunt with his big cock.” Earlier, he was teasing about that. Right now, it sounds like a promise. One I want Riggs to keep.
Like he’s listening to Maddox’s filthy words too, Riggs takes his tongue away, and I whimper in need at the loss. Using his thumbs, he spreads my lips wide. It feels obscene, and though all I can see is the infuriating smirk on Maddox’s face, I can feel Riggs looking at my pussy.
“Think I can take you?” I taunt, knowing I already have and feeling pretty proud of that. Admittedly, that was after Maddox, and apparently, I’m getting Riggs’s monster cock first tonight, but I have faith in myself. Especially with how much I want them.
“I’ll make you take me,” he vows solemnly.
Oh, shit. That should not sound sexy. It’s threatening at a minimum. But my body doesn’t care about the nuances of his words, and I’m instantly on the edge of coming, even though nobody is touching my clit. “Touch me,” I plead, wanting this build-up to be worth the explosion. “Or I’m going to do it myself.”
I expect Riggs to bury his face in my pussy again. Instead, he stands, and for a second, I’m terrified he’s goingto shove his ridiculously-oversized dick into me without warning. Thankfully, he takes the slightest mercy on me and fills me with two thick fingers instead. His other hand reaches over my hip, finds my clit, and starts working it hard and fast, his fingers swiping across the sensitive nub.
My breath catches, precariously on the edge of greatness, and the wet noises of my juices fill the room as he finger-fucks me. I should care that I’m a mess. I should care that I’m making keening, brainless noises of need. I should care that Maddox is watching me lose my damn mind, his eyes hungry for the show I’m putting on. But I don’t care about any of it. I can’t. All I can do is surrender to what Riggs is doing to me because it’s building up toward something spectacular.
I try to hold on to the edge as long as I can, but Riggs gruffly orders, “Come for me.” The need in his words and the power of his strokes are too much to withstand, and I dissolve into sparkles of heat as the waves of pleasure take me under. Distantly, I feel my body spasming, but I don’t worry for a second that I’ll fall. I trust that Maddox and Riggs will keep me up or let me down gently, and I don’t care which.
As I float back to Earth, I find that I have collapsed, my head on Maddox’s shoulder again, where he’s cradling me. “Pretty girl,” he praises.
That too should infuriate me. But my inner self is preening like a peacock, and yes, I know it’s the male peacocks that prance around, but I don’t care about that right now. I don’t care about anything, too spent to know my own name, much less anything else.
That is until I feel Riggs’s sheathed crown at my entrance. I don’t know when he took his pants off or where he got a condom. Maybe I lost consciousness for amoment? It feels possible with as hard as I just came. “I’ll try to go slow, butfuuuck, Kayla…” he groans. Those words have my vision clearing immediately, and I clench. “Nuh-uh, relax for me,” Riggs instructs. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Come here,” Maddox says, lifting my face to his. His smile feels intimate, like he was participating in what Riggs just did to my body, not merely holding me up. And when he steals my mouth with a kiss, I forget to tense up as Riggs pushes slowly into me, stretching me inch by delicious inch.
He’s right, there’s pain, but it’s the good kind that feels delicious and naughty, not actual hurting. Riggs pulls back and slowly thrusts back in, again and again, to let me adjust to him, but I can hear the cost it’s taking on him, his groans getting rougher with every stroke he makes. Breaking the kiss with Maddox, I assure Riggs, “I can take it. I can take you.”
