Page 25 of Never Dance with the Devils (Never Say Never #6)

Buttons don’t fly again, but somehow, I blink and Riggs’s shirt is gone too.

Maddox has seated himself on the edge of the bed, his thighs spread out with me standing between them, my hands planted on his powerful shoulders, looking into his lust-driven face.

Through his dark slacks, I can see the thick ridge of his erection as he runs his palm up and down it.

Riggs is kneeling behind me, his hands kneading and tickling up my legs from my calves to my ass, where he teases a finger along the edge of the lace trim of the bodysuit.

“Fuck, I have dreamed of tasting you again,” Riggs rumbles, the heat of his breath ghosting over my skin.

Feeling the responding rush of liquid at my core, I command, “Do it.”

Riggs might’ve been unsure how to undo my dress, but he flicks apart the bodysuit’s snaps like he knew exactly where they were.

He presses on my lower back, guiding me to bend forward toward Maddox, who’s waiting to support me.

My head on his shoulder, he takes my breasts into his hands, cupping them and strumming my nipples.

Riggs throws the loosened bodysuit up over my butt, and I clench at the sensation of being so exposed, especially with his face right there. But there’s no time for embarrassment or nerves because he buries his face against me like a starved man.

His nose in my ass, he licks a long line from my clit up to my entrance, dipping the tip in for more.

He groans like I’m the delicacy he’s been craving, and my eyes flutter closed as the vibration works through me.

Unconsciously, I slide my feet apart more, wanting his mouth, his tongue, his fingers.

All of it, right now. And he gives it to me, devouring my pussy with hungry licks, sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking hard, and even fucking me with his stiffened tongue.

It’s everything I fantasized it would be again, and I ride his face, chasing my orgasm like a greedy bitch.

“Make it fast, Kayla,” Maddox tells me, his hands dipping into the lingerie’s cups.

He tweaks my nipples sharply, holding the tight pinch as he rolls the hardened nubs in his fingers, and I hiss at the delicious bite.

He’s already punishing me, keeping me on the line of pain and pleasure.

I want to hate it, but I wish he’d do it again.

“Riggs can’t wait much longer. And if you’re not ready, he’ll destroy your sweet little cunt with his big cock.

” Earlier, he was teasing about that. Right now, it sounds like a promise. One I want Riggs to keep.

Like he’s listening to Maddox’s filthy words too, Riggs takes his tongue away, and I whimper in need at the loss. Using his thumbs, he spreads my lips wide. It feels obscene, and though all I can see is the infuriating smirk on Maddox’s face, I can feel Riggs looking at my pussy.

“Think I can take you?” I taunt, knowing I already have and feeling pretty proud of that. Admittedly, that was after Maddox, and apparently, I’m getting Riggs’s monster cock first tonight, but I have faith in myself. Especially with how much I want them.

“I’ll make you take me,” he vows solemnly.

Oh, shit. That should not sound sexy. It’s threatening at a minimum.

But my body doesn’t care about the nuances of his words, and I’m instantly on the edge of coming, even though nobody is touching my clit.

“Touch me,” I plead, wanting this build-up to be worth the explosion. “Or I’m going to do it myself.”

I expect Riggs to bury his face in my pussy again.

Instead, he stands, and for a second, I’m terrified he’s going to shove his ridiculously-oversized dick into me without warning.

Thankfully, he takes the slightest mercy on me and fills me with two thick fingers instead.

His other hand reaches over my hip, finds my clit, and starts working it hard and fast, his fingers swiping across the sensitive nub.

My breath catches, precariously on the edge of greatness, and the wet noises of my juices fill the room as he finger-fucks me.

I should care that I’m a mess. I should care that I’m making keening, brainless noises of need.

I should care that Maddox is watching me lose my damn mind, his eyes hungry for the show I’m putting on.

But I don’t care about any of it. I can’t.

All I can do is surrender to what Riggs is doing to me because it’s building up toward something spectacular.

I try to hold on to the edge as long as I can, but Riggs gruffly orders, “Come for me.” The need in his words and the power of his strokes are too much to withstand, and I dissolve into sparkles of heat as the waves of pleasure take me under.

Distantly, I feel my body spasming, but I don’t worry for a second that I’ll fall.

I trust that Maddox and Riggs will keep me up or let me down gently, and I don’t care which.

As I float back to Earth, I find that I have collapsed, my head on Maddox’s shoulder again, where he’s cradling me. “Pretty girl,” he praises.

That too should infuriate me. But my inner self is preening like a peacock, and yes, I know it’s the male peacocks that prance around, but I don’t care about that right now. I don’t care about anything, too spent to know my own name, much less anything else.

That is until I feel Riggs’s sheathed crown at my entrance.

I don’t know when he took his pants off or where he got a condom.

Maybe I lost consciousness for a moment?

It feels possible with as hard as I just came.

“I’ll try to go slow, but fuuuck , Kayla…

” he groans. Those words have my vision clearing immediately, and I clench.

“Nuh-uh, relax for me,” Riggs instructs. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Come here,” Maddox says, lifting my face to his. His smile feels intimate, like he was participating in what Riggs just did to my body, not merely holding me up. And when he steals my mouth with a kiss, I forget to tense up as Riggs pushes slowly into me, stretching me inch by delicious inch.

He’s right, there’s pain, but it’s the good kind that feels delicious and naughty, not actual hurting.

Riggs pulls back and slowly thrusts back in, again and again, to let me adjust to him, but I can hear the cost it’s taking on him, his groans getting rougher with every stroke he makes.

Breaking the kiss with Maddox, I assure Riggs, “I can take it. I can take you.”

Maddox’s eyes search mine for a moment and then he looks past me. It feels like they’re communicating silently again, and maybe they are, because with a roar, Riggs goes wild on me.

He’s careful, I think that’s his nature, but he’s such a monster to begin with that even his gentle is still deliciously rough, his hands gripping my hips to pull me back onto him so forcefully that I struggle to keep my footing in the heels I never had a chance to take off.

Thankfully so, because they put me at just the right height for Riggs to plow into me.

I brace myself on the bed with spread hands, my head falling lower and lower until my cheek rests on Maddox’s thigh. Feeling wanton, I nuzzle at the hard ridge behind the zipper of his slacks .

“You want me too, Princess? I’d be happy to fuck your throat while Riggs fucks your cunt.”

He’s testing me, searching for my limits both physically and mentally, but I don’t know where they are any more than he does.

I’ve never done this, but something about what he said sounds…

so sexy. In answer, I fumble to undo his zipper and he graciously takes over, doing it for me.

His cock is long and thick, hard and proud as he pulls himself out of his underwear.

He grips himself at the base, and a drop of clear fluid appears at his tip.

I lick my lips, wanting to taste it, and seeing the quick appearance of my tongue, he swipes the precum from his crown with his thumb and runs it over my bottom lip, coating it.

It feels like a reward and I greedily suck his thumb into my mouth the way I want to suck his dick.

Taking my hair into his hand, he holds it out of the way and guides my mouth to his erection. I realize that Riggs has paused behind me, like he wants to see this too.

I swirl my tongue over Maddox’s head, tasting the sweetly-salty fluid, and then take an inch into my mouth, still swirling my tongue around him.

He groans, shifting his hips and spreading his legs, giving me full access.

Licking down his shaft, I smile, feeling powerful.

Riggs starts fucking me again, slower but still so deeply, and that feeling of power intensifies.

This could easily feel wrong, or like they’re using me as nothing more than holes to fill.

But it doesn’t. It feels like I’m the goddess they both want, they both need, they both worship, gratefully fulfilling my desires, which ironically, is to fulfill theirs.

We’re a perfect, never-ending circle of pleasure .

Gradually, I take more of Maddox’s length into my mouth, coating him with my saliva, and he begins to bump up against the back of my throat. I swallow reflexively and Maddox groans, giving me another taste of his precum.

“Fuck, I can’t last like this,” Maddox groans. “It’s too good.”

It feels like they’re talking to each other, not me, and like they had one of those telepathic conversations above me, they start thrusting into me simultaneously—Maddox into my throat and Riggs into my pussy.

I feel… full.

I feel… feral.

I feel… free.

The thought hits me hard, and the orgasm bears down on me before I know what’s happening. It’s different this time. I stay here, aware of what’s happening even as the pleasure explodes through me.