Page 5 of Never Dance with the Devils

She had a scotch with her when she appeared at the side of our table, and then one more during a dance break, but I don’t know her tolerance, nor what else she had this evening. She seems stone-cold sober to me, but I want to be sure. Plus, I’m sure the hotel has cameras in the elevators and I want it on record, just in case. You can’t be too careful when you’re a professional athlete like Riggs and me, though Kay doesn’t seem to know who we are. Usually, that’d irk me because I’ve put my heart and soul, and my entire life, into becoming the professional player I am, but instead, tonight, it feels like a mask.

No, that’s not it.

It feels like I’m taking my mask off. Like I’m just Maddox Brooks, the man, not Maddox Brooks, everyone’s favorite Devils player, and I don’t want to ruinthat by whipping out an NDA and consent form, despite the team lawyer telling everyone that it’s mandatory for any encounters. I look at Kay, measuring the dilation of her pupils against the bright blue irises, the flush on her cheeks, and the sharpness of her words as she answers.

“Sober enough to know this is a bad idea, but tipsy enough to want to do it anyway,” she taunts, a sparkle of challenge in her eye. I thread my hand into her hair, holding her with the slightest tug, and the smile falls from her lips as she answers more seriously. “Not at all. I want this.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, rewarding her with another kiss. She nips my lip with her sharp teeth, and when I pull away in surprise, she keeps my lip for a moment before releasing me.

I grin when I see her narrowed eyes and obvious offense. I lift my brows, silently questioning ‘what’s wrong?’, but right as she’s about to answer, Riggs cups her breast in his big hand and strums his thumb across her nipple. He chuckles, low and rough. “I don’t think she liked being called a ‘good girl’, man. But her body did. Her nipple instantly went rock hard. Feel.”

My eyes lock on hers, daring her to deny it as I move a hand down to her other breast, both of us tweaking and plucking her nipples. It doesn’t feel like she has a bra on, but there’s definitely another layer of fabric beneath her button-up, and both nipples are standing proud. “So responsive for us, aren’t you?” She gasps as I pinch a little harder, not answering, but it’s enough. For now. “You need this, don’t you?” She arches, pushing her breasts up for more. “Good girl,” I repeat, but she’s too needy to argue now. “Keep telling us what you want,what you like. We’ll give it to you. Anything, everything.”

Her answering moan goes straight to my cock.

The elevator dings our arrival at the twenty-fifth floor, momentarily calling a time out on our fun as the doors slide open. Riggs leads the way down the empty hallway to his room. Mine is next door, and the rest of our team is scattered along this floor and the one below. He holds his card to the door and when the light turns green, it feels like more than a signal that the door is unlocked. It signals that we are free to do whatever we want.

Inside, the lamps come on automatically, giving the room a warm glow as we both move toward Kay again. I wait to see hesitation or doubt, or for her to change her mind completely, but instead, a smile lifts her lips slowly… devilishly… deliciously. She drops her fingers to her blouse and begins undoing buttons. I reach behind my head to yank my T-shirt over quickly, not wanting to miss a moment of her striptease.

I was right—no bra, but she’s wearing a silky camisole beneath her shirt. The lace trim dips down in a V, showing a tantalizing hint of her cleavage, and the material is fine enough that the hardened nubs of her nipples are visible through it. When she reaches back to the zipper on her skirt, the thin spaghetti straps both drop off her shoulders.

“Let me,” Riggs orders gruffly, dropping to his knees. He must’ve taken his shirt off when I did, because when Kay plants her hand on his shoulder, she touches his bare skin. He slips her skirt down her thighs, letting it fall to the floor, where she steps out of it gracefully, her heels still on. “Motherfucker. You see this, Maddox?”

I see it all. The deepening flush on her cheeks, the wild look in her blue eyes as they lift back to me, the way her lips are parted as she breathes a little faster. I very slowly, very intentionally let my gaze lick over her from head to toe, taking her all in. Her white camisole matches the silk and lace of her panties, which cling to her wetly. Her legs are long and toned, and I bet they’ll feel great wrapped around my waist as she holds on for dear life while I fuck the shit out of her. And her feet are precisely side by side, like she’s standing on stage at a pageant she’s too gorgeous for.

She’s too perfect, too pristine, too polite and I want her messy, uninhibited, filthy, and screaming my name. And Riggs’s.

“I want to taste you so fucking bad,” Riggs groans, looking up at Kay. She drags her eyes from mine to look down at him and spreads her feet the smallest bit apart.

A laugh vibrates in my chest. Does she think that’s gonna be enough?

“Take your panties off so he can lick all of you.” Her eyes jerk back to me, and I can see the battle raging in their blue depths. She wants Riggs’s mouth on her sweet lower lips, but she doesn’t like being told what to do. I bet she’s usually the one who gives orders, both in and out of the bedroom. Too bad, I like that too. We can wrestle for dominance if she wants. In fact, I think I’d rather enjoy pinning her down, feeding her my cock, and telling her what a good girl she is again. I think she’d secretly like it too. She just doesn’t want to like it.

Or more likely, she’s never had someone like me tell her what to do. Unlike most guys, I don’t do it selfishly to get myself off. Controlling a woman doesn’t do that for me. What does turn me on is watching her closely,anticipating what she wants, fulfilling whatever desires she may have, and doing whatever it takes to please her. And right now, Kay desperately wants Riggs to lick her pussy, which I can make happen.

She drops her gaze back to Riggs, and I think she’s hoping to find agreement in him that I’m an insufferable prick. He sits back on his heels, the backs of his fingers brushing over her clit through the silk material. “Take ‘em off for me. You want me to lick you, don’t you?” He says nearly the same thing I did, but his tone is completely different. Encouraging and persuasive, rather than my authoritarian and cocky style.

She spins, turning away from us, and for a split second where neither of us breathes, I think she’s called our bluff. But she strides to the bed, and with her back to us, she lifts her camisole over her head, letting it drop to the floor, and then pushes her panties down her hips, stepping out of them. I almost tell her to leave the heels on, but I’m too distracted by the beautiful line of her spine and the lush curve of her ass to even open my mouth, and she pulls them off before I find the words. Nude, she turns back around, standing confident and proud of herself.

I can see why. She is perfection. Her breasts are full and high, with pink nipples that are hardened not from the chill in the room, but with desire. Her waist dips in before her hips flare out, and her pussy is completely bare. “Where do you want me?” she asks Riggs. It’s an intentional move, as she gives him the power to tell her where and how to lie, but not me.

That’s okay. I’ll earn her surrender.

Riggs is on his feet and across the room in an instant, guiding her to the middle of the bed as he shoves hisboots off and undoes his jeans to give his erection room. If he’s feeling anything like I am, the zipper is a painful constraint. “On my cock eventually, but first, lay down and get comfortable so I can work. Maddox, get her tits.”

I’m usually the boss, not because Riggs is submissive—he’s definitely not—but because he’s less trusting of his instincts after his ex-wife threw all kinds of shit back at him, from how he loved her to how he fucked her. It screwed up his head and his guts for a long time, and once we found our thing, we settled into roles that work for us and the women we’ve been with. But if Kay wants Riggs to tell her what to do, I can roll with that, and if he tells me what to do, I can handle that too.

Kay lies back on the bed like a pillow princess, and the look suits her. There is something regal about her. I can’t wait until she’s begging for my cock, her makeup is smeared from taking it deep in her mouth, and her pussy is messy with the proof of her orgasms.

Riggs kisses her deeply, their tongues dancing, and I press my palm to my dick through my jeans, willing it to wait our turn. As he starts to lay a line of kisses down her neck, she rolls her head my way and her eyes lock on mine. “Like what you see?” she taunts.

“Fuck yes,” I grumble. “You look beautiful.” Because she very intentionally asked Riggs over, I’m waiting for her to invite me to her side too. The hold on my restraint takes all I have, and wanting to push her to her limits too, I add, “I want to kiss you and suck your tits while he licks your pussy. You want that, Kay?”

I purposefully phrase it similar to Riggs’s question, toning my urges down the slightest bit for her. Even so, I can see that she still wants to deny it, wants to keep playing hard to get, but the lust is clouding her eyes. Ormaybe it’s the pleasure as Riggs spreads her thighs apart and licks a long, slow line right up her center.

“Mmm,” he groans. “I knew you’d be sweet. Let him have a taste.” Instead of making room for me between her thighs, Riggs guides Kay’s fingers to herself, where she gathers her slickness, and without being told again, she lifts her fingers to my mouth, including me.

I eagerly suck them into my mouth entirely, letting my tongue swirl over the digits. I moan at the taste of her. She is sweet, musky, and delicious. “You wanna taste yourself?” I offer, leaning down to kiss her. Her tongue slips into my mouth immediately, and her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me in closer. Still kissing her, I lie beside her on the bed.