“God, you’re beautiful,” Riddick says hoarsely, his hands moving up to grip my hips. “So responsive. So real.”
“That was hot,” Ryan’s voice rumbles at my back. He’s still holding my breasts, gently massaging them, and even that small movement makes me clench again and gasp. “Fuck, I’m dying to go down on you.”
I feel my eyes go round. God, the idea… it’s enough to make me spasm again.
“She likes that,” Riddick whispers. “Fuck, girl. I’d love to shove my big cock inside you, breach you open. I bet you’d love it.”
I moan and find myself rocking on his thigh. Oh God. I want it. I want everything with them.
This is crazy.
“But not tonight,” Ryan says. “Not until she’s made up her mind.”
At least one of us is thinking straight.
“Fuck, I need to come.” Riddick shifts restlessly, the muscles in his thigh bunching. His cock is thick and hard like an iron bar between us, caught inside his costume. His pale eyes are shadowed by his long lashes. “No way can I sleep with this monster hard-on.”
It is really big. I lick my lips, wondering how it could possibly fit inside me.
“Makes two of us,” Ryan mutters, pulling away, glancing from the bulge in his pants to Riddick’s. “We could—”
“I want to watch,” someone says in a faint voice, and I realize it’s me. “Watch you, together. Oh crap.”
Ryan’s mouth tugs into a lopsided grin. His eyes sparkle. “Your wish is our command, your Highness.”
Riddick is already stripping off his red costume. “Ready or not, here I come.”
I lean back on my hands, half-naked and so frigging excited as they strip. My whole body is throbbing in time to my heart, and my panties are so soaked… If this is a dream, I sure don’t want to wake up.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Pink Nipple Cups
Riddick
It’s the middle of the night, I’m so fucking hard I could burst, and I just know this has to be a wet dream. One of those that have me waking up with my hand working my cock in a frenzy until I come, or with my jizz splashed all over my sheets already.
I mean, I’m in a huge bedroom, on a huge bed, and it’s warm, not like the hellhole where I shack up with Xavier. There are dark drapes covering one wall, probably hiding a window, and an exercise space in one corner, with a yoga mat and several weights.
But that’s not what tells me it’s a dream.
No, that’s because Brylee is on this huge bed, practically naked, her tiny lace panties barely covering her pussy as she kneels, legs slightly spread. Her tits are awesome, large, with pale pink nipples that are hard and taut, making my mouth water. She’s breathing hard, her eyes dark with lust, one hand straying over her leg, and I think she’s going to push it between her legs.
Holy shit.
And it’s not only her.
On my other side is Ryan. He’s pushed down his pants and briefs, and he flings them off the bed, wrapping his hand around his hard dick with a grunt of relief.
Fuck, he’s big. His cock is long and thick. Golden, like the rest of him. I never took my time to get my fill, but now I watch him as he pumps his dick once, twice, his lashes lowering, trembling over his eyes.
Then he looks up. Meeting my gaze, he smirks. “Need a hand?”
I glance down at my hard-on. It bobs, straining and dripping precum on the dark sheets. My balls ac
he, taut and heavy.
I blink.