Dirty Princes (Hot Candy 3)

Yeah, I’m a bit shocked. You always get shocked at the evidence of pain on a loved one’s body, right? It’s normal.

It means you care.

“It’s not that bad,” I say. “It saved your life, R.”

“Oh, it’s ugly,” Riddick mutters, and I feel my eyes widen. “Why should I pretend it’s pretty? It’s not. But…” He bends over, licks at its tapering end. “But you’re beautiful. Why should I care about a scar?”

“You don’t have any scars,” Ryan mutters. “You don’t get it.”

“Bullshit. We all have scars. Just sometimes they aren’t visible to the naked eye.”

Ryan is silent for a bit, absorbing this.

God, Riddick. I reach around Ryan to stroke his cheek, and he smiles at me, a quick, bright smile. Yeah, no visible scars there, but their shadow flashes through sometimes, like a shadow in the deep sea.

“And enough talking,” Riddick says, turning his gaze on Ryan. “Less talking, more fu—”

Ryan grabs him around the neck and kisses him, shutting him up.

I open my mouth to poke fun at him, but Riddick’s hand shoots out and tangles in my hair. His gray eyes are laughing at me.

Ryan unglues his lips from Riddick’s and turns toward me, lowering his warm mouth to mine and kissing me, more slowly. Softly. Deeply.

I feel it all the way to my soul.

When we break apart, we’re breathing hard, grinning at each other.

“So…” he whispers. “What did you have in mind?”

***

Riddick arranges him on his knees, facing me, and kisses Ryan’s shoulder, his gray eyes looking up at me from under his lashes.

He winks again.

I think I know what he has in mind. We didn’t really talk about it earlier. We only agreed to go slow and give Ryan what he needs.

He seems to be in big need right now, his hard and thick cock jutting forward, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

“You promise to tell us if you feel any discomfort or pain,” I say.

“Yes, your Honor.”

“I’m serious, R.”

“So am I. I promise.”

“Good,” Riddick mutters, and does something I can’t see, something that has Ryan gasping, his cock twitching. “You like this, huh?” He does it again, and Ryan’s lashes flutter down, hiding his gaze. “You like it when I take control and pleasure you, holding you still. Giving you what you need.”

Another gasp, Ryan’s hips rolling.

Bending over, I take his cock into my mouth.

“Holy shit,” Ryan hisses, one hand twisting in my hair, tugging lightly. “Oh yeah…”

He’s super hard, and won’t last long, not if he hasn’t come in weeks, and with Riddick’s finger up his ass and fondling his balls, he’s ready to burst.

His breath hitches again and again, and I really hope he’ll tell us if he’s not feeling all right. He hunches over, his hand tightening in my hair.