Page 6 of Never Dance with the Devils
Her hands find my chest, the bite of her nails as she grips my skin a welcome pain. I weave my fingers into her hair, but something Riggs does has her gasping and throwing her head back. I move my hand down to one nipple and then take the other in my mouth, adding to her pleasure. My voice dark and rough, I whisper, “You like his mouth on you? He can eat you out all night. He loves it, especially as sweet as you are.” She cries out sharply, her hips writhing. “Give her a finger, Riggs. She wants it, don’t you?” Her nod is so rough that it’s more of a jerk, but Riggs starts teasing a thick finger at her entrance.
“She’s so wet, man, giving me more and more honey to drink down. Listen.” He slides a finger into her, then pulls it back, the sound of her slickness filling the room as he begins to fuck her slow and deep. As he goes back to licking her clit too, Kay arches hard, her tits pushed up, begging for attention. I pluck and suck them, testing to find what makes her respond the loudest.
Tension builds in her body, her muscles going tight and her breathing turning to pants, and I glance down at Riggs. I can only see the top of his head, but he’s working her harder and faster now. I whisper in Kay’s ear, “Come for us.” Her eyes fly open, finding mine, and I can see the uncertainty lingering there. She’s not sure she’s safe to fully give herself over to what she’s feeling, and the idea that someone might’ve taken advantage of her vulnerability pisses me off. I narrow my eyes and vow, “We’ve got you. Feel him in your pussy, feel me right here worshiping your pretty tits. You’re good, right here with us. Let it build, let it overwhelm you.” I pause as I watch her body respond to what I’m saying, and then I growl low, “Let go. Come for us.”
Her breath hitches and then she spasms wildly, her hips bucking at Riggs and her nipples jerking out of my fingers as she writhes. Determined to prolong her ecstasy, Riggs and I fight to keep our hands and mouth on her as her cry goes higher and louder.
Too soon, she sags and sighs out a sound of delicious release.
“Good girl,” I praise, pushing my luck and pushing her boundaries. Her answering glare is filled with humor this time.
“More,” she demands breathily. “More.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Riggs chuckles, moving up her body.
Still, he glances my way. We’ve been friends long enough that I can read the thoughts behind his eyes as if they’re my own. Kay is stunning, her orgasming for us is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and he feels the same way.
“Get behind her and hold her legs for me,” I tell Riggs, and he nods, understanding.
In moments, he’s leaned against the headboard with Kay reclining on him, her back to his chest, and I’m between her bent knees. Riggs reaches over her shoulders, down her body to grip her thighs, spreading her wide open with her feet floating in the air. Keeping my eyes on hers, I spit right onto her clit. She flinches in shock, her gaze full of ‘you did not just do that’ fire, and I smirk because yes, I did.
Her fury morphs the second I begin to rub her clit, slipping my fingers inside her to mix our fluids together and spread them all over her pussy where I intend to lick up every drop. She lets out a shaky breath with the sweetest little sound of desperation, and an answering jolt of heat shoots straight down my spine.
I need this. I think she needs it too. So I give Kay one slow lick, tasting her sweetness right from the source.
And then I devour her mercilessly.
KAYLA
My sister-in-law, Janey, reads vampire romance books, and she told us about one where the female main character was basically surrounded by vampires, sucking her blood and sucking her clit until she entered some sort of blissed-out state of consciousness. At the time, I’d laughed, thinking it sounded ridiculous. Multiple men? Multiple orgasms? Altered consciousness? No way. Pure imaginary fantasy. Or so I’d thought. As it turns out, it isn’t ridiculous at all. It’s real. I’m experiencing it.
And whatever this is, whatever is happening, I want more of it. Lots more.
Being with two men isn’t something I ever considered, and I have no idea what I’m doing or how I’m going to feel about it tomorrow, but I have no intention of stopping. I understand that sometimes the universe offers us a one-time deal, and somewhere on that club dance floor, I decided that’s what tonight is. A one-time, “no regerts”, as my brother would say, adventure into the forbidden experience of amenage a trois.
I’ve already come twice, once with Riggs between my legs and Maddox talking dirty in my ear, and a second time with Maddox between my legs and Riggs behind my back, his dick pressed to my spine while he held my legs, exposing me in what should have felt crude but felt wickedly naughty.
Already, I can tell the difference in their touches. Riggs is gentle, but big… so damn big. Even one of his fingers was filling, and when he slid a second inside, I came almost instantly at the deliciously painful stretch. And his murmurs are all about how good I’m doing and how he can’t wait to feel me on his cock. There’s an intensity woven through his every word, every move. Maddox, on the other hand, is filthy-mouthed and bossy. He seems to instinctually know exactly what my body can handle and took me to the edge three times without letting me come. I was irritated about it, mouthily ordering him to quit stopping. I even offered to show him what to do if he wasn’t sure, which he arrogantly told me would be a ‘fucking sexy sight’. I’d been both annoyed and flattered, and I tried to hide my response, but that was when he took me to the edge again, hard and fast and leaving no room for argument that he knew exactly what he was doing. The resulting orgasm made the delay so worth it, and though I’d deny it, I’m pretty sure my noisy cries sold me out.
Both are amazing.
“Get on all fours,” Maddox demands. Part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, but considering he’s helping me into the position my body actually wants, and he seems to truly be after my pleasure, I obey. To be clear, it’s because it’s what I want, not because he toldme to. “Fuck, man. Come look at this,” he tells Riggs.
It feels lewd and obscene for them to be staring at my core, which I’m sure is reddened from both men’s scruff and messy with my own orgasms. But any shyness I feel about it dissipates when I glance in the mirror over the dresser. They look reverent, like they’re bearing witness to something awe-inspiring even though it’s just… me. “So damn pretty.”
Feeling emboldened by Maddox’s words, I reach between my legs, spreading my lips so they can see even more. When they both groan in delight and reach for their dicks, I feel like a triumphant siren, luring not only one man to ruin, but two.
Riggs comes around the bed, pulling the chair from the corner closer to the bed before sitting down. He’s scooted down to the seat’s edge so that he’s slouching, with his legs spread out to relieve the tension he has to be feeling. He cups the bulge in his jeans and I lick my lips, wanting to see him, wanting to taste him the way he tasted me.
But behind me, I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and glance back. The thin cover of the condom does nothing to disguise what Maddox is about to fuck me with. He’s long, thick, and standing rock hard. He gives himself a stroke, hissing as he grips his base tightly. “You ready?” he asks, lining up at my entrance.
“Give me all you got,” I challenge. Is it stupid? Probably. But I’ve already fallen completely into recklessness, so what’s a little more?
I want to see what’s beyond reckless and I think Maddox can show me, a voice whispers.
I am not reckless. I am calculating and cold, cynicaland jaded, and never do stupid shit just for myself. The things I do for myself are as equally well-thought-out and selected as everything else in my life—hairdresser, waxes, Pilates classes, salads, reading the business pages, listening to the gossip in the investment world. All good things that I do for myself, to better my daily life and my future.
But right now, my only thought is of pleasure, of staying in this not-so-mythical, blissed-out state of consciousness.
