“Bry…oh God. Rid!” And then he’s coming in salty bursts down my throat, and I swallow, determined to give him everything.
He comes and comes, his breaths ragged, and I’m getting worried that we overdid it, that it’s too much.
But when I draw back and straighten, he’s leaning back in Riddick’s arms, smiling a dazed, lazy smile.
He opens his arms for me, and I hug him carefully, drawing in the scents of his release, his spicy sweat, Riddick’s salty musk. Feeling content.
“Next time,” Ryan whispers, “you should be in the middle, girl. Where you belong. You are our center.”
Riddick tsks. “You need to read between his words. What he’s actually trying to say is that we want to fuck you together.”
“Damn right,” Ryan says hoarsely. “Bry…”
“Tell us exactly what you want, Princess,” Riddick growls.
And I do, despite the blush burning my face. “I want your big cocks inside me, both at the same time, fucking me. Making me come.”
“Oh fuck,” Ryan whispers with awe in his voice. “That makes me…”
“…so damn hard,” Riddick finishes huskily. “Such dirty words coming out of such a pretty, prim little mouth. Whose big cock do you want in your virgin little asshole, Cupcake? Who’s gonna tap that sweet ass?”
“Jesus,” Ryan whispers.
And just like that, he’s ready to go again, his hard-on returning. Looks like our boy is already feeling better.
***
Four weeks later, we’re in Ryan’s apartment, naked on his huge bed, grinning like kids about to enter Disneyland.
I’m nervous, but I know my boys by now. I trust them. I know they won’t hurt me, that they’ll stop if I don’t like something, and that in all probability this will be amazing.
But above all, I want it. More than I ever thought possible. And I’m not talking about wanting to be with them, because I do, and I am, and that rocks my world.
No, I’m talking about feeling them both inside me. Sinking into me without barriers. We got tested last week and got the all clear. And I got on the pill.
No more condoms.
Somehow it feels like something more than sex. Wild, kinky sex, sure, but still… it’s a promise, a shake of hands, an oath taken with our bodies, a reflection of what we feel.
Together. As one.
Going steady. Exclusive. Just the three of us.
Ryan draws me on to his lap. His very naked lap, and bare, hard cock. Soon that bare, hard cock will be inside me, and a shiver travels through me.
We kiss, his hands moving over my body, over my bare breasts, stroking my nipples lightly. Even that light touch sets me on fire. He pulls me closer, and I grab his thick biceps to steady myself, my throbbing pussy splayed, pressing against his hard-on. If this feels so delicious, I can’t imagine how it will feel with his cock deep inside me.
Both their cocks.
Riddick scoots behind me, his hands stroking over my flanks, over my hips, then slide to the front and a finger dips between my legs, finding my clit.
I moan in Ryan’s mouth as electric shocks hit my core. Riddick isn’t gentle about it, his rough fingertip rubbing my clit furiously, over and over, until my body tenses and arches, on the brink of an orgasm.
So quickly. I didn’t expect to come before they enter me, and I try to fight it, wrenching my mouth away from Ryan’s to tell him to slow down.
But Ryan nudges me backwa
rd and lifts my breasts to his mouth. He licks and sucks on my nipples, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh, and I grip his short hair for an anchor before I drown in the sensations.