Page 38 of Finding Fate

Riggan pulls her in. “Aren’t you full of fucking surprises.”

“Get on the floor,” she tells him.

I pull off of Maddox and turn around, straddling him again, and then rip his shirt open. His chest bows out like it was being confined. “I’ve never met another like you. Every time I think I know what you’re going to do, you do the opposite.”

I shove his shirt over his shoulders, trying to get it off and quickly exposing the tattoo sleeves that stop like a short sleeve shirt. They filter across his upper chest and back, but not as heavily covering. It all flows like it’s one design, fading into less when it needs to. “Yeah? Don’t forget it. Let me see ink. I’m still getting used to these. It gives you an edge I like.”

He tears his shirt off and lays me on my back, forcing my thighs open and back to tighten everything between my legs, and then his mouth comes down on my lips, his tongue diving between until it’s flicking back and forth just right. I lift my head to look at him and grip the back of his head, holding him firmly against me. I’ve always liked watching him do that. Such a good guy doing something so bad. “You like eating my pussy?” He groans against my wet skin, and then shakes his head quickly from side to side, burrowing deeper. “Shit.” I reach down and spread my lips apart. “Suck me, baby.”

The second he locks on and turns on the suction my back is coming off the seat and my eyes are rolling back in my head like I’m possessed with something unnatural. Cries and whines of pleasure come out of my mouth with no control. What seems like almost instantly, my ankles lock behind his head and my thighs turn into a press, drawing him closer to my body as I come.

Just before my orgasm ends, he pries out of my hold and stands, one knee on the seat, then jerks my bottom into the air by the death grip he has on me and is already thrusting inside of me so hard my head is hitting against the side of the vehicle. I can hear whimpers of pleasure and masculine rutting sounds in the near distance, but the chair is blocking my view. “You like taking my cock?”

Hell to the yes.

There is nothing like his dirty talk. I prop my ankles on his shoulders and grip the tray-like opening in front of the window. It feels so good. With every strike a zing of pain spreads through my abdomen. “You know I do. I’ve always loved that big dick of yours. You’re the one that broke my body, baby. No one could fuck me as good as you.”

A deep growl sounds. “Damn. That mouth.” He lays a hand over each foot arch and comes down, forcing my thighs against my torso, folding me in half as his burly frame hovers over me, but he doesn’t let up in the least. If anything, he speeds up, his pelvis slapping against my bottom. “I did break that tight pussy, but I bought it too.”

Jesus. He’s so hot like this. A pinch occurs in my lower belly every time he thrusts inside. “Shit. Too deep.”

“You’re going to fucking take it, pain and all. I’m not going for wet, I’m going for white,” he says, and then silences me with his mouth. Little pleasure-filled pockets bubble up deep inside me, and then with each hit from his head, they pop, sending a moaning melody between us as we kiss.

As if he knows my body better than I do, he waits until I’m in a state of mental paralysis, and then he changes directions, scrubbing against me. My orgasm builds quickly, and then, without warning, explodes like a confetti cannon, blissful pieces fluttering all around me, covering me with something amazing. So beautiful, so euphoric, so damn unforgettable, which is why I knew no one would ever top sex with him.

I’m still mentally lost somewhere in a magical place when my body becomes mobile; though as limp as I feel, it’s not me doing the moving, and somehow, when my vision comes back, spots still floating, I’m midair on Maddox’s lap with my back against his chest, his hands gripped on the underside of my thighs, holding my legs open like I’m as light as two twenty-pound weights. “You wanted to watch, Rig. How’d I do? What do you see?”

I blink, trying to focus in front of me. It’s mostly dark, but the bright neon lights from the exterior of the club and the security lights in the parking lot shine in enough light to see the short distance between us pretty well, while still making us invisible to the outside world. Riggan is propped against the back side of the center console that runs between the driver and passenger seat, his legs stretched out in front of him with his pants open and low like Maddox’s, holding Sayler’s naked body straddled over him, her back to us. His eyes dip, shortly returning to Maddox. “You nut?”

I can feel the smile against my cheek as he rubs his lips along my skin. “Nope. Not yet. Alcohol has my shit locked down at the moment. Thank fuck. I’ve been close a time or two. But I learned back in the day, if you fuck her good and hard, past the point of comfort, when she comes, she really comes, more than the average girl, rewarding your hard work with all that cream you see. It makes me a little fucking crazy. If I stay in, she bathes my cock in it like milk. If I pull out in time, I can catch it on my tongue.”

My heart is pounding. My belly flutters. I had almost forgotten about my little ‘special effect’ he’s always been fond of, since the wildest I’ve gotten over the last several years is a toy, and I hardly went at myself hard enough for dramatics. He can thank a fight night and his jealousy for that little discovery. At one point it became a game for him to see if he could make me do it. I guess I can’t complain. I got some damn good sex out of it.

And since we’ve been back together, the craziest things have gotten so far were the stairs that night. He rewards me with the whole ‘I finally got the love of my life back’ sex more times than the ‘I want to fuck your brains out because you’re so damn hot’ sex. Both leaving you thoroughly satisfied, but one usually preferred over the other depending on mood.

Everything around me is a calm haze from the alcohol in my veins. Excitement bites at my skin, making my nipples harden even more. Tingles run down my spine over the anticipation of what he’s going to do. Maddox is sitting on the edge of the seat. He lowers me to his lap, draping my legs over his in a spread eagle, and inserts two fingers inside me, groaning the entire way in. “It’s everywhere. So much of it. It coats every wall. It’s like a drug for me. Every time I see it, I want more. After trying so many damn times I finally figured out how to make her do it.”

Riggan says something in Sayler’s ear, and then she pushes off of him and turns around, standing on her knees. He comes up behind her, his hands already on her hips. “Show me. I’ll follow your lead. We’ll see if it’s just her or if princess can do it on command too.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and moves my legs between his. “Get on all fours.”

The command makes me shiver. I drop to my knees, and then fall forward, catching myself on my palms between the two captain seats. This is about to get really crowded. While it’s a spacious ride, it wasn’t made to be a hotel. Maddox slaps my ass, drawing a yelp from my lips, and then gets directly behind me, shoving his pants farther down.

Sayler mimics me, bringing the two of us closer together—like kissing distance close—but somehow, we make it work. Maddox takes a cheek firmly in one hand and places his head at my entrance, before pushing inside, a grunt slipping as he does. I look up at Sayler first, who’s biting her bottom lip as Riggan thrusts forward. “Fuck. We don’t do this much since she started showing,” he says, his hand going to the side of her belly. “Princess, are you hurting like this?”

I smile at her, not missing the little eye roll as she shakes her head. “He’s worried he’ll hurt the baby,” she whispers, and then speaks up. “You’re nowhere close to her. I’m fine. I researched it like you wanted me toandasked the doctor. You’re fine. I’m pregnant, not injured. Give me hot sex.”

Maddox is already pumping in and out of me with shallow strokes, his hands on my hips, getting a feel for it. “I think that’s your cue she wants it. Go hard or go home, bro.”

He slowly speeds up, warning me, his thumbs pulling back on my cheeks at my ass crack like a curtain, taking away anything to add cushion. “Make sure you relax. Don’t tense up,” I tell her, my active consciousness already fading as I take every invasion. My back starts to arch, preparing myself, and then he gives me the first strike, his head hitting deep. My body draws forward as a reflex from the pain, and without giving me time to adjust, he tightens his grip on me and gives it to me hard. “Shit,” I whisper to myself.

My toes curl tight with every strike. My spine sags in the middle, trying to protect deep in my body from abuse, only giving him a better angle. My eyes water up. Feminine moans bounce back and forth between us. Sounds of sex fill the air. Throaty groans get added into the mix. Based on the slapping sounds, Riggan and Maddox sound like they’re in sync with each other.

With Sayler being directly in front of me and him not rubbing me it’s difficult to completely mentally check out. An orgasm for girls isn’t like guys. You have to mentally be in the moment with nothing on your mind, and guys under the heavy influence of alcohol are in for the long haul. You have to give them something visually appealing they’re not expecting, and every female knows what gets a guy going at parties. I’ve seen it too many times, though never participated. That wasn’t my thing.

I draw closer to Sayler. “Wanna give them something to come about?”

“Yes,” she pants, her body taking the brunt force of his.

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