Harder.
He wants this. He looked forward to it, no matter how he lost money not working yesterday, or how much he worries about his brother.
And the look he shoots me shatters my last defenses: dark and hopeful, tough and vulnerable, possessive and needy.
This is it. We’re doing this, and it’s about time.
I take a deep breath. “I’m game.”
***
Riddick settles behind me, his hands cool with lube, stroking my ass, making my breath hitch—and we haven’t even started.
Brylee is chewing on her lip like she’s out to draw blood, and I pull her to me, stroke her face, her mouth.
“You can say stop at any time,” I tell her. “Okay?”
She gives me a quick smile, nods. A quick smile, a quick kiss, and then she draws back and pulls off her top. She puts her hands on her tits, cupping them, lifting them, her eyes half-closing.
Holy shit, this girl. I love how she’s so determined to go after what she wants, to learn about sex and pleasure, to get over her hang-ups and old-fashioned ideas.
How determined she is to have me.
Us.
It’s damn sexy.
I push her down on her back and put my mouth on her nipples, finally exploring their shape, their taste, finding out how the soft mounds of her tits fit under my hands. I lick and suck until she puts her hands in my hair, until she pushes my head lower.
Grinning against her soft skin, I move my lips lower, trailing my tongue over her belly, dipping into her cute bellybutton. Man, she smells of flowers everywhere, and tastes like sunlight, and when I reach the tiny curls between her legs, there’s light musk and sweet arousal.
I take a long lick that has her gasping and trembling, and part her folds with my thumb to get her ready. My dick is on the big side, and I’m making sure she’s wet and open for me.
Speaking of which, what is Riddick—?
“Oh shit.” Something warm and firm is pressing into my ass, pressing inside me until my body bows. “Rid.”
“Relax,” he whispers, softly. “Just my finger.”
Jesus Christ. That’s just his finger?
My heart skips, then beats a triple beat. I tell it to shut up, to man up and take it.
Take it, Ryan. You want it. Let it happen.
“That’s it,” Riddick says. “Relax.”
To distract myself, I bury my face between Brylee’s legs, dragging my tongue along her seam, teasing her clit. Her legs fall open wider, her hands clench in my hair.
Oh yeah, she’s damn wet. My thumb pushes into her pussy, massaging, pressing deeper. There is no resistance, and when I lick her clit again and suck on it, she moans my name.
She’s close. I’m going to—
The pressure in my ass increases, and something inside me sparks, sending bolts of nearly unbearable pleasure up my spine.
“Fuck!” I push back against the intrusion, needing more. “Do that again.”
He laughs quietly, and does it again, making me groan. “I’m gonna put my dick there, R. Imagine how much better it will feel inside you.”