Dirty Princes: A Standalone MMF Romantic Comedy

by Jo Raven

  Nothing boyish about his broad back, though. Inked, muscular and perfect, it gleams in the golden, shifting light, tapering down to narrow hips and a taut ass that fills out his jeans damn beautifully.

  I lick my lips.

  Then suck in a sharp breath, because Brylee leans over him, spreading gel over his back, and the sight of her hourglass figure, her full tits and her round, heart-shaped ass, get me rock hard.

  Fuck, I’d pay good money to see her ride him. Or to see him pound into her. Or—

  “Lower,” Riddick breathes, and my own breath catches as she slides her hands down to the small of his back. “Lower.”

  Without a word, I reach under him to undo the button and lower his zipper. He rolls slightly to the side, giving me access, his pale gray eyes heavy-lidded. My hand brushes over a sizeable hard-on.

  I lift my brows at him. Going commando?

  Red tinges his cheekbones again, and he gives a light hiss when I yank his pants down, exposing his perfect ass.

  He settles back on his belly, shifting to accommodate his erection, his long lashes dipping, and I put my hands on his ass, unable to hold back any longer.

  Why was I holding back in the first place?

  Brylee sends me a flash of a grin as she slides her hands down, to meet mine, on those muscular ass cheeks.

  “All right, girl?” I ask her, and she laughs breathlessly. “Enjoying yourself so far?”

  “This part wasn’t in the vacation brochure,” she says in a mocking serious tone.

  “I’m sure there was a ‘hands-on experiences’ line.”

  “Less talking, more rubbing,” Riddick grumbles, then groans when I squeeze the warm flesh under my hands. “Yeah,” he croaks. “Like that.”

  Seeing him writhe in pleasure lights up my blood. Brylee’s hands tangle with mine as we rub his lower back, his ass, the top of his strong thighs. A scent of musk floats in the air, and I’m not sure which one of us is more aroused.

  Grabbing the tube, I cover my hands in more oily gel and press my fingers down, along the crevice of his ass. He groans into his folded arms, lifting his ass up in invitation.

  I glance at Brylee, wondering if this is too fast too soon for her, but she’s breathing hard, her gaze glued to where my fingers are stroking over Riddick’s asshole.

  “Oh my,” she whispers. “This is hot. I’ve watched videos.”

  I blink. “Videos?”

  “On YouTube. I wanted…” The movement of her hands slows. “Wanted to see how that works. Between two guys. Oh God…”

  “Did you enjoy watching?” Riddick rumbles. “Did you touch yourself while you were at it, Princess?”

  She bites her lip, her face scarlet. “Yeah.”

  “Oh fuck, girl…” Now all I can see in my mind’s eye is her with her hand between her legs as I fuck Riddick’s ass.

  Riddick groans, shifting again on the cushion. “What did you watch? What were the guys doing?”

  “And was there a girl involved, too?” I drop a hand to my aching dick, and smear gel all over my pants.

  Dammit.

  “They were…kissing and holding each other’s…members.” She bites her lip.

  Riddick twists to look at her, and grimaces. “Their dicks, Cupcake. Say it, or we’ll spend this weekend drinking tea and discussing the weather.”

  This strikes me as too funny, seeing how he’s spread here, under our gel-smeared hands, bare-assed and obviously too damn hard.

  “Their dicks,” Brylee says.

  Riddick and I groan in unison. What is it with her, that even this word coming from her mouth sounds so damn filthy?

  “Say, ‘cock,’” I prompt her, and my hand is still on my crotch, gel and all. I don’t fucking care.

  “Cock,” she whispers, looking away.

  “Say, fuck,” Riddick says hoarsely, and my dick jumps under my palm.

  She lifts her gaze to him. “Fuck,” she breathes, and Riddick moans.

  “Say it again,” he commands. “Say, Fuck me…”

  Her turn to moan. She sits back on her heels, and her tits rise and fall rapidly. “Rid…”

  Riddick does a push-up, then rolls on his side, his face twisting. “Jesus.”

  Through the haze of desire, I feel a stab of worry and reach out to help him. “What do you need?”

  “I need… both of you to fucking undress,” he says unsteadily. “I need to touch you, dammit. Taste you, feel you. Fuck, it’s too much.”

  “Oh God, yeah,” Brylee breathes, and I reach for her.

  Because this is what I need, too.

  ***

  Peeling Brylee’s clothes off is a game of striptease. Riddick has sat up, too, and it’s a thrill to have both our hands on her, this time around, pulling and unzipping and dragging the soft fabric of her sweater and blouse off, to reveal her creamy skin and the roundness of her tits, encased in soft blue lace that barely covers her nipples.

  “Oh man…” Riddick whispers, awe in his voice, and I nod, not sure of mine.

  She’s sexier every time I see her. I have no fucking idea how I resisted her so long. Can’t remember now why.

  She gasps when we drag her tight, black leggings down, uncovering her matching lace panties, light blue with pink hearts.

  Innocent and sultry, ignorant and curious. She’s ticking all my boxes, flicking all my buttons on.

  Judging from Riddick’s dazed gaze, it’s the same for him. I scoot to his side as we finish undressing our girl.

  Our girl.

  Shaking my head at these strange thoughts, I grab the hem of my sweater to finish the job of getting naked—and find Brylee climbing on my lap, derailing my focus.

  How can I think, or use my hands, when she’s sitting on top of my hard-on, her pretty titties in my face, her mouth inches from mine?

  “Let me help you with this,” she murmurs.

  “Urgh,” I reply.

  Clever, Ryan. So well said.

  She kisses me, tugging at my sweater, and I draw back just enough to let her pull it over my head, snagging my T-shirt, too, in the process. Pressing my bared chest to her soft breasts, I wrap my arms around her with a sigh of relief.

  Then it gets even better because Riddick shifts to sit behind me, his hands wrapping around my middle, his dick poking my back, and his lips pressing to my shoulder, and even if my heart is pounding and tripping, and doing all the shit that scares me to death, I don’t fucking care.

  It’s as if the world was off-kilter and has now righted itself, clicking back into place.

  Before I can give this more thought and freak out, she drops one last, sweet kiss on my lips and climbs off me.

  No. Come back. I open my mouth to say something, when she pulls off my sneakers and socks and starts working on my pants.

  Another wave of relief swamps me—and what the hell is wrong with me today, huh?—as I lift my hips, letting her pull the pants off me.

  The fire crackles, a warm presence, while the wind howls outside. A storm is coming.

  How fitting, I think, as she gazes at me as if she’s never seen me naked before. Well, almost naked. My cock strains against the blue cotton of my briefs.

  Granted, the other night at my place it was a middle-of-the-night, out-of-the-blue stunt. We’d woken up, undressed, jacked off together, and rolled back to sleep.

  Not today. We’re here, in broad daylight, getting naked together.

  Aware.

  Conscious of what we’re doing. Where this could lead. Where it will lead, if things keep going the way they are.

  And I’m so fucking excited you’d think I haven’t had sex in years, not mere months.

  Riddick’s hands draw patterns on my stomach, then move lower, dipping into my briefs, and I jolt when he strokes my dick. “What have we here?” he mutters, laughter in his voice.

  “Weren’t you…” I gasp. “…in pain?”

  “Oh, I am in pain.” He presses his hard-on into the small of my back. “Right here
.”

  Oh God.

  Brylee runs a hand over her tits, her nipples poking through the fine lace, and what wouldn’t I give to sink my dick into her heat right now.

  Or Riddick’s.

  “Do I say what I want to do next?” Riddick growls. “Or are we taking turns?”

  “Are we?” she whispers. “Taking turns?”

  How can I think with Riddick’s hand on my dick? “What do you want?”

  “To see you two make out.” She taps a pink fingernail on her lips, as if in deep thought. “I want Rid to give you a blowjob.”

  I choke. “Bry,” I pant.

  “What, wasn’t that correct? Blowjob?”

  “It sure is, Cupcake.” Riddick sounds both amused and horny, and he strokes my dick a few times, short-circuiting my brain, before pulling away. “At your command.”

  “Rid…” Maybe that’s not what he wants.

  But when I turn to him, he grabs my face and kisses me, one of those violent clashes of lips and teeth. Then he lies down, dragging me up to straddle him, and says, “Give it to me, R.” He glances at Bry. “I hope you’re taking notes, Princess, because there will be a test afterward.”

  She swallows hard and leans in closer.

  It shouldn’t make this hotter, but it does. Hell if I know why.

  But that thought is snuffed out and blown to ashes when he drags my cock out of my briefs and licks at the head.

  His big hands land on my hips, pulling me closer, and I scoot forward, sitting on his chest. He mouths my dick, licks at it like it’s a lollypop, swirling his tongue around the head, and suddenly I’m a second away from shooting my load.

  “Fuck…” I have nothing to hold on to, even as I rock forward, into his hot mouth, and I sway. “Rid.”

  Brylee puts a hand on my shoulder, her gaze on my dick that’s disappearing again between Riddick’s lips, a moan leaving her throat. I put an arm around her, steadying myself, and when she turns toward me, I kiss her.

  She’s trembling. I want to make her come, but can’t think beyond that, not when Riddick starts sucking on my cock long and hard, as if he’s thirsty for my cum.

  I’m panting against her lips, struggling to breathe, my balls drawing up, my dick so hard it hurts, my stomach clenched tight against the oncoming wave.

  Breaking the kiss, she reaches down, her hand delicately cupping my balls, delicately massaging and lifting them.

  “Damn…” My hips jerk, and my dick spasms. I groan long and aloud, coming in long, hard spurts in Riddick’s mouth, hauling Brylee to my side as I hunch over.

  Fuck. Never done this before, not like this. That was intense.

  And I’m still semi-hard. I think I could go again in a few, and the thought of kissing and stroking Brylee’s body sends another wave of release through me.

  Shit.

  Panting, dizzy, I hold on to her, waiting for my heart to slow down. There’s a funky extra beat as I gulp in air, but who the fuck cares. It’s nothing.

  And this is too damn good.

  “What now?” Riddick wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks up at us, his hair sexily mussed up and his biceps bulging when he stretches both arms over his head. “Your turn, dude.”

  Is it now?

  “What happened to my test?” Brylee whispers, and fuck if that doesn’t encourage my dick to harden more.

  “Oh yeah, the test.” Riddick is watching me intently. “How about it, Ryan?”

  “Brylee will go down on you,” I say, my voice raspy. Man, just how loud was I? “And you go down on her. Sixty-nine. How does that sound?”

  “Perfect,” he says, looking at her, his smirk widening into a grin. “What do you say, kitten? I haven’t tasted you yet.”

  “Neither have I,” she says in a hushed voice. “Tasted you, I mean. Or him.”

  “There is time for that.”

  Oh yeah, I think, gazing at them as they come together, Riddick moving in to kiss her. A whole weekend. And I love watching them as Riddick unclasps her bra and cups her breasts, massaging them, making her moan his name, as he bends to lick at a hardened nipple.

  What I want to do is join them, maybe help him get Brylee ready. I remember her musky sweet taste, the way she parted under my tongue, under my fingers, the way she came undone, shaking and clenching. What I want to do is fuck her, bury my cock inside that hot pussy, breach her for the first time, give her an orgasm so deep anything else will pale in comparison after that.

  Or fuck Riddick, hear his low groan as I move inside him, feel that powerful body shudder as he comes apart, dropping that prickly attitude and baring himself.

  To me.

  I want it so much I ache with it, and that’s a warning sign, right there. So I sit back, fighting the urge to rub my chest, convince my heart to settle down. That funky extra beat is persisting. Taking a break may be for the best, sit this one out.

  For so many reasons.

  The thing is… I’ve had the occasional one-night stand over the years, but never with two people, something right out of my fantasies. Not with these two people who get me hard just by being close to me. Not with two people that I keep thinking about, that I…

  Whoa. Dangerous territory. Back away slowly, and keep your hands where I can see them.

  There’s a reason I haven’t even had one-night stands in the past year.

  I give in and press a hand to my chest.

  Damn.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chocolate Cookies with Salty Drizzle

  Brylee

  Riddick is sucking on my nipples, and it feels so frigging good. The white-hot sparks of pleasure shooting straight to my pussy are maddening. Before this week, I never really knew what the fascination with breasts and nipples was. I never even touch them when I pleasure myself.

  I remember Candy talking of nipple suckers at some point, and I can’t imagine they’d feel any better than Riddick’s mouth, his soft lips, hot tongue and rough scruff driving me crazy.

  Going crazy with desire. As if watching Riddick suck Ryan’s cock wasn’t arousing enough. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, and knowing where his mouth will be going next…

  Instinctively I pull back when he goes for my panties. My very wet panties, my favorite pastel blue lace with the little hearts. Good charm panties, I call them.

  Soaked through.

  He has none of it, though. Ungluing his hot mouth from my nipple—which makes me really sad—he snags the thin elastic of my panties again, his gray eyes flashing.

  His strong jaw is dark with stubble, the curve of his wide mouth wicked. He winks at me, and I can’t help but look down at his very hard, very big cock that’s bobbing against his stomach.

  Pretty scary for a beginner like me, no matter how excited I am.

  As if sensing my unease, he gathers me close and carefully lays me down on one of the huge cushions, then runs his hands over my arms. “Okay?”

  I nod.

  Then I glance at Ryan who’s kneeling beside him, slightly hunched over, a hand resting on a sculpted pec, his eyes half-closed. He looks like he’s thinking, or maybe praying, but then he catches my gaze and smiles.

  He has such a beautiful smile when he’s caught off guard, like now. Wide and bright, his eyes gleaming like jade in the quivering light of the fire. Guileless. Clear.

  Happy.

  Distracted by that, I don’t realize when Riddick starts dragging my panties off.

  Though I catch on pretty quickly as the lace scrapes down my legs. His gaze is on me, warm, moving down my body as he bares me and drops my panties to the side. His hands rest on my thighs, nudging them apart.

  Am I…? How am I going to…?

  He takes a long lick, his tongue parting my folds, and I suck in a short breath at the burst of pleasure. “Ready, Princess?” he murmurs, and I can’t speak, wanting more.

  But he lies down beside me, wrapping a long-fingered hand around his big cock, stroking, smiling lazily. The si
lver bar under the flushed head glints in the dancing flames.

  Swallowing hard, I sit up and put my hand on his cock. I’ve done this before, held it in my hand. Experimentally, I bend over and take a lick.

  “Oh, baby,” he groans, and a pearl of white fluid appears at the tip of his cock. “Do that again.”

  He likes it.

  His cock tastes slightly salty and smells of soap and musk. Smells good. Bolder, I lick it again, dragging my tongue from the base to the tip, teasing the piercing and wrenching another groan from his lips.

  It does something to me, that raw sound, knowing I’m causing this intense reaction, this sign of pleasure.

  “Come here,” he says, dragging me on top of him, but the wrong way, my back to him. “That’s it.”

  Facing his dick.

  And Ryan.

  Who is stroking his hardness in slow, deliberate motions, drops of sweat gliding down his body, crimson in the reflection of the flames.

  Like blood.

  Big hands stroke my ass, the back of my legs, his tongue prods at my clit, and I blink, the world shrinking to a ball of need inside my belly. I grip Riddick’s cock, and he gasps, his breath hot on my throbbing, spread pussy.

  Oh God.

  Can’t believe I’m doing this. Going from no sex to sixty-nine with this sexy guy while the other one is looking on… It’s crazy. Naughty.

  Totally filthy hot.

  His tongue flicks against my clit again, making me moan, and I bend forward, planting one hand on his leg to steady myself and taking his cock into my mouth.

  I feel his surprised grunt against my pussy, a lightning hit of pleasure that has me gasping around his thickness.

  Holy crap…

  I squeeze his cock with my hand, dragging my lips up and down the thick column of flesh. It’s scorching hot and silky smooth, the core hard like steel. I love the feel of him on my tongue, love how he moans again and again as he presses his face into my pussy and starts licking in earnest.

  Oh dear God. I can’t… I’m going to come. The combination of his cock in my mouth and his mouth on my pussy is too much.

  Especially when the pressure changes, increases inside me, and I don’t know if he’s using his tongue, or his fingers or both, and…