Happy.
Distracted by that, I don’t realize when Riddick starts dragging my panties off.
Though I catch on pretty quickly as the lace scrapes down my legs. His gaze is on me, warm, moving down my body as he bares me and drops my panties to the side. His hands rest on my thighs, nudging them apart.
Am I…? How am I going to…?
He takes a long lick, his tongue parting my folds, and I suck in a short breath at the burst of pleasure. “Ready, Princess?” he murmurs, and I can’t speak, wanting more.
But he lies down beside me, wrapping a long-fingered hand around his big cock, stroking, smiling lazily. The si
lver bar under the flushed head glints in the dancing flames.
Swallowing hard, I sit up and put my hand on his cock. I’ve done this before, held it in my hand. Experimentally, I bend over and take a lick.
“Oh, baby,” he groans, and a pearl of white fluid appears at the tip of his cock. “Do that again.”
He likes it.
His cock tastes slightly salty and smells of soap and musk. Smells good. Bolder, I lick it again, dragging my tongue from the base to the tip, teasing the piercing and wrenching another groan from his lips.
It does something to me, that raw sound, knowing I’m causing this intense reaction, this sign of pleasure.
“Come here,” he says, dragging me on top of him, but the wrong way, my back to him. “That’s it.”
Facing his dick.
And Ryan.
Who is stroking his hardness in slow, deliberate motions, drops of sweat gliding down his body, crimson in the reflection of the flames.
Like blood.
Big hands stroke my ass, the back of my legs, his tongue prods at my clit, and I blink, the world shrinking to a ball of need inside my belly. I grip Riddick’s cock, and he gasps, his breath hot on my throbbing, spread pussy.
Oh God.
Can’t believe I’m doing this. Going from no sex to sixty-nine with this sexy guy while the other one is looking on… It’s crazy. Naughty.
Totally filthy hot.
His tongue flicks against my clit again, making me moan, and I bend forward, planting one hand on his leg to steady myself and taking his cock into my mouth.
I feel his surprised grunt against my pussy, a lightning hit of pleasure that has me gasping around his thickness.
Holy crap…
I squeeze his cock with my hand, dragging my lips up and down the thick column of flesh. It’s scorching hot and silky smooth, the core hard like steel. I love the feel of him on my tongue, love how he moans again and again as he presses his face into my pussy and starts licking in earnest.
Oh dear God. I can’t… I’m going to come. The combination of his cock in my mouth and his mouth on my pussy is too much.
Especially when the pressure changes, increases inside me, and I don’t know if he’s using his tongue, or his fingers or both, and…
“Oooh.” My whole body clenches hard in a vise of pleasure so intense it’s almost pain. I release Riddick’s cock as my pussy contracts, my lungs seize, and my thoughts fizzle off and go out.
Lost inside my body, in the sensations, I ride the waves of my orgasm blind and deaf to anything else.
It feels like years have passed when I blink again, my pussy still clenching, as if trying to hold on to something. Empty. Needing something to fill it.