Brylee lifts the glass from the water as we break apart, breathing harshly. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth. “That’s why you were so distant, isn’t it? Because of your mom dying.”
And here I thought I’d managed to make Ryan forget about his mom.
He scrubs a hand over his face, brows drawing together, and mutters something that sounds like a curse. Then, “Maybe we should head inside before the storm hits.”
Before I can think of anything else to say, Brylee gets in his way.
“Not yet.” And she pushes him to sit back down and straddles him, winding her arms around his neck. “It’s okay.”
So many undercurrents. Things left unsaid, ambiguous replies to dangerous questions. His distress only makes me want to get closer, smooth out the pain I sense. I can’t fucking help myself when it comes to these two.
They’re under my skin…
Chapter Thirty
Cherry Pop with Chocolate Sprinkle
Ryan
My first instinct is to lash out and turn my back, walk away. Put some distance between myself and the questions, the reminders of the risks I’m taking.
But she’s on my lap, her gaze on my face, her arms around me, her lush tits pressed to my chest. Surrounding me with softness, blunting the sharp edges of my panic. Soothing and arousing at the same time. Sweet and spicy and I find myself clinging to her as I slowly get my face under control.
Riddick puts an arm around me, not letting me hide, but I can’t work up any anger over that. He deserves better. They both do.
“Come here,” he says, tugging me toward him.
“Rid…”
Guy is strong. Using the buoyancy of the water he lifts me up and slides underneath me, hauling my back to his chest.
“What are you doing?” I wriggle in his lap, gasping when his hard-on slides between my ass cheeks. “Fuck.”
“We could,” he says agreeably.
It feels damn awesome, his cock pressing into the cleft of my ass. Distracting. Makes me want more.
Brylee is already on my lap, and I pull her closer, letting my dick slide between her legs, over her pussy, along the seam of her ass.
“Ryan?” she whispers uncertainly, then moans when I slide my cock back and forth. “Jesus.”
I know. The pleasure of my dick rubbing so deliciously against her, together with Riddick’s hard cock doing the same along my ass, rubbing that sensitive spot behind my balls, is driving me crazy.
“How does it feel?” Riddick whispers in my ear, and I’m panting loudly, caught between the two of them, wishing I could sink inside Brylee. Wishing Riddick would sink inside me. “This good?”
I grunt in reply, shifting against him, and he tightens his arms around me, his cock an insistent pressure, the head pushing against the base of my own dick.
How can this send me to the brink of release so quickly? Normally it takes me a while to work up a good erection, and quite a bit of a work-out to come. Now it seems like it only takes her or him undressing, looking at me, touching me and I lose grip.
Brylee rolls her hips, her bare pussy sliding over my cock, and we both groan. I reach down between us, finding her clit and pressing on it.
She dips her mouth to mine, and I lick at her lips, suck on her tongue, and things quickly spiral out of control.
Riddick is biting my shoulder, his dick burning where it rubs against my balls, and Brylee is moaning in my mouth, rocking on top of my hard-on. I’m rushing headlong into an orgasm, and there’s no way I can stop it, the pressure building and building, my cock swelling more, my hips jerking.
The pressure breaks, and I rip my mouth free to cry out, spilling into the water.
She buries her face in my neck, moaning and shaking, and behind me Riddick swears out loud, drawing back and coming against my back in great shudders.