“Ride me,” he says, his gaze dark with arousal. “I want to be inside you, Princess. I fucking need it.”
He tears at my clothes, and I tear at his. We’re kissing, not stopping as we unbutton shirts and unzip pants, as we drag down underwear and skirts and tights.
It’s a fight, a frantic battle to get naked, and then I can finally run my hands over his body, his ink, his muscles, his thick, pierced cock.
His hands are meanwhile mapping my curves, lingering on my breasts, making me moan when he plays with my nipples, then they slide down, to tease my clit, stroke me again inside.
“Now,” I plead. “Now, Rid.”
Blindly he reaches for his pants, draped over the back of the sofa, and fishes out his wallet. From inside he takes out a condom.
I scoot back, watching as he tears the foil and tugs the condom on his cock. It’s so sexy, seeing him do it, touching himself, seeing the focused look on his face, hearing the tiny sounds of pleasure and need he produces until his cock is fully sheathed.
And then he reaches for me. “Put your hands on my chest. Lift up.”
I plant my palms on his firm pecs, and he lifts me up, his cock nudging at my entrance. Slowly he slips inside, inch by exquisite inch, and I’m moaning, stretched more than ever, his cock slipping into me deeper than the first time with Ryan.
Ryan again, Ryan…
He pushes deeper, and deeper, and his head tosses back, his stomach clenched tight. “This is it,” he grunts. “Take me in. Fuck, girl. So tight.”
I can’t speak. It’s so intense, riding him like this, feeling so full of him. He pulls my hips up, and then pushes down, and I start rocking on top of him, because it feels amazing. He’s stroking me in places I never imagined, and the pleasure is sharp, overwhelming.
“Oh crap.” I rock harder, needy sounds leaving my mouth, leaning over him, my boobs grazing his chest. “Rid.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” His neck is tense, tendons standing out like ropes. “Come on my dick. I wanna feel you. Come on, Princess.”
“God, I need…” I can’t. My clit is rubbing on his pelvis, and I’m about to come.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“Touch me… behind. I want to feel it.” I bite my lip to stop a moan. “I thought… I thought when you and Ryan would fuck me, together, I…”
My voice breaks.
His eyes shine bright as he reaches behind me, grabbing my ass, then pushes a big finger into my asshole, stroking me inside. “Like this?”
I moan his name as I start to come, great pulses gripping my core, my pussy clenching around his cock, rippling around its girth.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Yeah, fuck yeah. Come on our cocks, girl. We love you…”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Rock Salt Sticks
Riddick
“So you’re doing okay?” I ask, and rub my fist up and down my thigh, waiting for my brother to reply.
“Yeah. Better every day,” he says. “And the food’s good.”
I smile, my heart hammering. “Never said I was much of a cook. Why…?” I swallow, struggle to mild down my tone. “I was looking for you everywhere. Why didn’t you call, X?”
The pause that follows is so long I’m afraid the connection was cut, or that he hung up on me.
Then, “I was angry.”
I nod, although he can’t see it. Yeah, he wa