Page 62 of Never Dance with the Devils
Maddox holds me up, my head lolling on his shoulder, and he snakes his hand back to my pussy. He gives me one finger too, and though it’s not as much as I can usually take, with Riggs in my ass, it feels so full.
And then Maddox adds another finger, curling it up to find my G-spot and sending electricity through every nerve in my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck.”
Maddox whispers in my ear, “One day, we’re gonna take you like this. One of us fucking your pussy and one of us taking your ass.”
I’ve never even considered that before, and now, I want it desperately. But I can’t speak, can’t get the words out to agree. I can only nod weakly, swept away by what my body’s rocked with.
They’re moving, not in some synchronized way that has them entering me together and retreating together, and not each one pistoning in opposition. The way they finger fuck me is as unique as each man is. Riggs is going slow, overloading my system with every deep thrust as he angles my hips back to get even deeper. On his side, Maddox is jackhammering me hard, his palm popping against my clit deliciously.
My whole body goes tight, the build-up reaching a crescendo that threatens to overtake me. I grab onto Maddox for support, my nails digging into his chest as Ibury my face into his shoulder. “Yes!” I cry out as pulsing waves shoot through me again and again and I fall into the overwhelming pleasure they’ve wrought on my body.
But they know me, know what I need without my even saying it, and don’t stop.
Riggs begins to pump harder and faster at my sensitive asshole, and the stretch of him there feels more intense. Did he add another finger? Oh, God, he did. And Maddox’s hand is blurring over my whole pussy, rubbing my lips and teasing over my clit punishingly fast. It feels good, but it’s too much. I clench my legs, trying to communicate because my mouth is too dry from my cries of pleasure.
“Be a good girl and go again, Princess.”
“Cover us with your cum. I want to drink it up.”
Maddox has lost his mind… reverting to calling me a good girl and thinking I can come again? Riggs too, with his filthy ideas that sound so hot when he grunts them out like that.
I’ll have to worry about their mental states later, though, because my body is responding to their insanity. It suddenly turns from too much to almost there in a heartbeat and with one more stroke from each of them, somehow in time together, I shatter into a million pieces in a way I never have before. Everything is hot and cold at the same time, I’m solid and liquid, I’m flying high and heavy in my body. It’s magical.
I have never come so hard that I lose consciousness, but I might’ve because the next thing I know, I’m being completely held up by Riggs’s arm around my waist and Maddox is peering into my face with an arrogant smirk. “Knew you could do it.”
I guess maybe I did tell him he was crazy? Or maybe he read my mind?
He presses a kiss to my open mouth and I begin to find my footing again. Physically and mentally. “Let’s try it.”
Maddox and Riggs both freeze, their eyes going to each other before landing on me. “Try what?” Riggs asks carefully.
“Fucking me in both my pussy and my ass.” Their brows jump as their faces go comically slack, and I can’t help but laugh a little. “It was your idea,” I remind Maddox.
“Dirty talk doesn’t count. You can say the most out of pocket shit mid-sex and it’s hot as fuck, and then when the orgasm’s over, you’re like what the hell did I say?” He shakes his head, grinning. When I don’t take back my words, he asks, “You sure?”
“So you don’t want to try?” I tease. “Bawk, bawk, bawk.”
“Did you just call me a chicken?” he asks in shock, his eyes narrowing in offense. “Remember, you’re the one who asked for it.”
It should be a warning, but it sounds like a promise that I’m going to get exactly what I asked for. My internal self is jumping around in excitement at the idea of a new adventure, an exciting experience. A story all my own, not that I’ll tell anyone. This is ours alone.
Riggs and Maddox meet eyes again, having one of those silent conversations I’m learning to translate all on my own, and Maddox takes control. “Sit down on the couch and you straddle him.”
Riggs pulls a packet from his pants on the floor, grabsthe blanket from the back of the couch with a smirk because he knows I don’t want bare ass on my furniture, and then sits down with his legs spread out, ready for me. His cock is hard and standing proud and leaks a bit at the tip when he gives himself a stroke. I bend forward to lick a teasing circle around his crown, slurping up the drop and moaning as the salty taste of him hits my tongue.
He replaces my mouth with the condom, giving me a dark look as he tells me, “Hop on.”
“Happily.” Bending my legs beneath me, I use my hold on his shoulders to hover over Riggs as he holds his cock at the right angle for me to sink down onto him, inch by slow inch. Once I’m fully seated on him, I grind down and he grips my hips, guiding me.
“Jesus, woman. You’re gonna make me come too soon,” he complains, but it’s half-hearted at best.
“Wait for me, fuckers. Think about Cup winners or something,” Maddox jokes as he steps between Riggs’s legs to stand right behind me. I can’t help but arch my back when he drags his fingertip down my spine, and Riggs takes my nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. My eyes flutter closed, but I hear Maddox gruffly say, “Finger first and let’s see how we do.” I’m not sure if he’s telling me or Riggs or himself, but I should’ve known he’d have a plan. I certainly haven’t done this, and I don’t think they have either, but Maddox is always the one to figure things out.
I feel the blunt tip of his finger make teasing circles around my asshole and begin rocking my hips on Riggs. He throws his head back, his teeth gritted to fight against the pleasure, but when I freeze over his tip, letting Maddox push in further, he groans.
“Do not come yet,” I order him, my nose to his. “I want this.”
