Page 7 of Never Dance with the Devils
Maddox grips my hips in his hands, his fingertips digging into my skin as he slides into me, inch by glorious inch. When I think he must be balls-deep, somehow, there’s more, and still, I manage to take him. I’m already trembling as he’s fully seated in me, and he grinds his hips against my ass. “Fuck, you feel good, Princess.”
I like that pet name better than good girl, especially groaned out rough and guttural like that, and I smile at the compliment. I glance in the mirror again, finding Maddox with his head thrown back and his eyes closed like he’s focusing on the sensations of my walls surrounding him. I squeeze my internal muscles, massaging him, wanting him to lose control, wanting to torture him the way he’s already done me.
In response, he pulls back and then slams all the way back in, his hands holding me in place so I can’t rebound from the impact. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be a punishment or a reward, but it feels good.
He does it again and again and then starts pulling me onto him with each deep stroke, making me fuck him back. It quickly becomes rough and wild, and when his palm slaps down on my ass cheek, I’m notsurprised. Hell, I think I was lifting my ass to ask for it. “Again,” I moan, and he obliges, raining smacks to one cheek, then the other. I don’t need to see my skin to know it’s red. I can feel the heat, feel the sting.
Riggs shifts in his chair, a low rumble in his chest. I’m ashamed to say I kinda forgot about him with the savage way Maddox is taking me, so I blink to clear my vision, forcing my eyes to focus on Riggs’s. “You like watching? That your thing?”
The small shake of his head is barely an answer, but the lift of his lips into a smirk feels dangerous. Like he’s warning me. “No, he gets to go first to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hurt me?
That should have every warning siren going off in my head. Maybe a few spinning red lights of alarm too. But something about the way he says it—soft, meaningful, vulnerable—makes me more curious than freaked out. And when he runs his hand up the somehow even thicker ridge in his jeans, my curiosity turns into perverse hunger. I want to see him, but before I can ask, Maddox wraps my hair in his fist, lifting my face to the mirror. “Watch yourself come for me again.”
I’m nowhere close to that. He feels amazing, but I don’t think I could come again if I wanted to. I don’t think I could even with one of the buzzing toys I bought from Samantha’s Bedroom Heaven business that promises an O in under a minute.
Like he can read my doubt on my face, Riggs leans forward to nuzzle at my exposed neck, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses at first, and then sucking sharply. Fuck, I should stop him. Icannotgo into work tomorrow with ahickey like some dumbass teenager, but instead of ‘no’, what comes out is a whimper.
“Get her tits, man,” Maddox tells Riggs. I feel my nipples being pinched, but my eyes have fluttered closed again, Maddox’s order to watch myself all but forgotten as the assault on my senses sweeps me under again.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m close.” I don’t know how that happened so fast. I was sure I couldn’t.
“Do it. Come for me like a good girl,” Maddox grits out as his palm slaps my ass again.
I want to tell him to quit calling me that, but the orgasm overtakes me too fast and I can’t get the words out. I think they’re right—I don’t want to like that, but my body does. Waves of bliss roll through me and sparkles dance behind my lids, and still, Maddox is pounding into me, never slowing his frantic pace.
I feel myself lifted to my knees, one of Maddox’s arms wrapped around my chest just above my breasts and the other around my waist. His breath is hot on my ear as he rumbles, “Watch us. All three of us.”
Maddox’s head is visible over my shoulder, his knees inside mine, keeping me spread lewdly. Riggs’s back is a broad roadmap of tattoos, the muscles working as he stands at the bed’s edge. My nipples are red and hard, swollen from all the attention, and between my legs, I can see where Maddox and I meet as he continues to slam into me.
We look… erotic, sensual and sexy, and confidence rises in me that these two men want me. And I want them. It’s wrong, or at least some people would think so, but in this moment, it feels so very right.
Riggs’s hand goes to my clit and I grab at his forearm, trying to pull him away. I really can’t come again.But he’s so strong and his fingers are so good, and the stern look he gives me dares me to give in, so I swallow the words. He doesn’t tease gently at my clit this time. No, he matches Maddox’s intensity, his fingers pressed hard against me and blurring as they quickly swipe back and forth.
“Fuck,yes,” Maddox hisses in my ear, and his strokes become spastic as he comes. I can’t feel the heat of his cum through the condom, but I know it’s happening when he throws his head back and roars his release to the ceiling. An aftershock passes through me, not as strong as the orgasm I had moments ago, but it’s still so good.
Maddox slows as his eyes find mine in the mirror. The smile that steals across his face is pure masculine victory, and oddly enough, I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything. I feel like the much-coveted prize. He places a gentle kiss to my cheek as he slips out, then pushes himself away from the bed.
“You’ll want to lie down for him,” Maddox tells me, lifting his chin toward Riggs. “Trust me.”
I’m boneless, blissed-out, and feel like I could sleep for days. But Riggs is ready for his turn. Our turn. And he’s been oh, so patient. So have I, because despite the fatigue trying to work its way through my body, when I drop my eyes to the bulge in his jeans, my curiosity is freshly piqued again, waking me right up like a shot of caffeine straight into my bloodstream. “Let me see,” I finally get the chance to say. “All of you.”
Still on shaky knees, I watch as Riggs’s hands drop to his jeans. He pushes them down his hips and then swoops his boxer briefs over his dick and down under his balls like he’s presenting himself to me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. I think I shake my head ‘no’. I do not know the average length of a vagina, but I can only guess that it’s shorter than Riggs’s cock. And narrower. Definitely tighter. My own pussy clenches like she’s closing up shop early with no one else getting in, and I can’t blame her. I’ve seen penises this big, but they were dildos and vibrators Samantha sells as gag gifts. Ha! Gag gifts! Hell, I’m glad I didn’t try to suck Riggs off while Maddox was fucking me. Even if I were concentrating, I think I’d choke on the first third of him, and with the way Maddox was pushing and pulling me, I would’ve definitely puked on Riggs’s penis. Talk about embarrassing.
“You can take him. I got you ready, and I’ll help,” Maddox reassures me.
I’ve heard of being a wingman, but this is taking it to new heights. Or depths, actually. Lengths? I don’t have a chance to figure it out because Riggs’s eyes have darkened and they’re locked on me as he slides his big hand up and down his length, stroking himself. His tattoos dance as his forearms flex with the movement, and a bead of precum oozes from his crown, covering his fingers. “Can I taste?” I ask.
Just the tip, I tell myself.Just try it and see how far you can get.
I’m a woman who likes to set difficult goals for herself. I’m also one who usually accomplishes them because I don’t quit until I have.
Riggs steps closer, and I bend forward, letting my tongue circle his tip. He gathers my hair into his hand, holding it out of my way so he can watch as I take him into my mouth. He doesn’t move, doesn’t try to feed me more or push my head down. He simply stands thereand lets me lead, groaning about how good my lips feel wrapped around him. He’s gentle yet not submissive, but not forceful and rough the way Maddox is. The contrast is addictive, feeding two sides of me I didn’t even know existed.
And slowly, I relax and start to take him deeper. I hold him at the entrance to my throat, swallowing reflexively, and I’m rewarded by the taste of more of his salty-sweet precum. The thought runs through my mind that if I’m successfully stretching my mouth to take him, I can for sure take him in my pussy, given I can feel the slickness coating my thighs again.
