Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
I wait for them to sit on lounge chairs and then slowly… teasingly… tauntingly step into the water, moaning at the delicious feeling of the bubbles licking at my bare skin. Once I’m submerged, I take a big inhale, letting my nipples lift above the surface for a tempting moment.
“Fuck me.” Riggs’s growl is accompanied by a rough stroke of his dick through his slacks.
I lick my lips, hiding my grin. Under the water, I slip my panties off and then hold them up, water pouring from the thin fabric. “Oops, forgot to take these off.” I throw them at Maddox and they slap wetly across his face.
The answering heat on his face isn’t anger and after he swipes at the water droplets on his chin, he slides the finger into his mouth, sucking at it like he’s drinking up every bit of my essence that he can get. His eyes stay locked on me the entire time.
“How’s the hot tub, Princess? Helping you relax?” he taunts.
Asshole knows I’m not relaxed. The water on my skin, their eyes on my body, the bulges in their slacks? I’m more tense now than I was when we got home.
“Riggs?” I say, not because I need his attention when it’s already locked on me, but because I’m intentionally excluding Maddox. For the moment.
Maddox’s brow lifts, telling me he knows what I’m doing, and I make a show of swinging my eyes dismissively from him to Riggs. He looks ready to rip me out of the water and set me on his cock.
Perfect.
“Could I use your shirt?” He knows I’m playing too, but needs no explanation to go along with my new game so he’s holding his shirt out in seconds. I slowly climb back out of the hot tub and water streams down my naked body as I walk toward Riggs. Standing right in front of him, so close I can smell his cologne, I look up at him with innocent eyes.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warns. Is he the fire? Is Maddox? Am I?
“It’s a good thing I’m wet then, huh?” I turn, giving him my back and slipping my arms into his shirt. It sticks to my skin, going translucent in places and doing a poor job of hiding anything. “Thanks. I didn’t want to get chilled,” I explain as I lie down in the lounger he vacated. “You don’t mind sharing, do you?”
“You know I don’t.”
I laugh, not meaning sharing me. I meant the lounger. But he has a point.
I open my legs, putting a foot on the ground on either side of the chair to make space for him. But he doesn’t sit. No, he lays with me, his face above my pussy, his arms resting over my thighs, and his legs stretched out behind him. His intention is clear.
Riggs licks a torturously slow line up one inner thigh then the other, his thumbs teasing along the creases where they join my body, before he places a kiss right onto my mound. I expect his next move to be lower, around my clit, but instead his eyes lift to mine. They’re filled with dark plans I can’t wait to experience. He glances at Maddox, who is sitting beside us, hungry to be included. Riggs’s voice is gravel when he tells us both, “Watch me work.”
Oh, fuck. I thought I had taken control from Maddox and was now directing tonight’s games. But it’s Riggs. He’s controlling us both.
He wore his hair back tonight and its gathered at the nape of his neck, so I can see everything as he devours me—his large hands planted on my inner thighs to hold me wide open, his tongue snaking out to thrash my clit, and his eyes still on mine, making sure I obey him. There’s no gradual build-up now. It’s too late for that, for all of us.
Riggs tortures me—sucking, nibbling, and lapping at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. In no time at all, I can feel the orgasm looming, just out of reach. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, wanting it desperately. Riggs stops, the intensity dropping suddenly and I cry out in disappointment. “Don’t stop.”
His lips lift, but it’s not a grin. Or at least not a sweet one. It’s that asshole smirk he sometimes wears now. Maddox says he used to be cocky like this a long time ago, before his confidence was shaken. I guess he’s feeling confident again. “You’re not gonna come until you’re begging for it, Kayla.” My eyes pop open, sure I heard him wrong. It’s Maddox’s deep chuckle that tells me I heard exactly what Riggs said.
“I don’t beg,” I argue… but I might. I’m not exactly averse to it on principle. I’m more opposed to being told what to do. I sometimes don’t mind Riggs and Maddox doing it—during sex only, but even then, I don’t always obey well. That’s one of the things that keeps us all on edge.