Dirty Princes: A Standalone MMF Romantic Comedy

by Jo Raven

  So sure, we’ll go have lunch with Ryan and his dad.

  But for now, we’re heading out to the lake house for the weekend, Riddick driving, to spend some time together. We have settled Ryan in the passenger seat, and I’m absently stroking his silky hair as we head out of town, thinking of how far we’ve come in so little time.

  Our last time at the lake house brought on the first big change, moving our relationship a level up, making us realize how much we desire, and how much we care for one another.

  Then came Ryan’s surgery, and that sealed the deal. It takes a good scare like that to make you realize how much a person means to you. How much he means to us.

  And knowing he’s going to live, he can’t hide anymore how much he cares about us.

  Every time I think of that, I’m reduced to tears—about how he was so sure he was going to die young—so I stare resolutely ahead at the road, not looking at either of my boyfriends.

  Which they are. Officially. I asked them.

  They said yes at the same time. They act so much like twins sometimes it’s scary.

  Okay, I’m lying, it’s not really scary. I know now what scared feels like. This synchronicity they have is just amusing.

  And cute.

  And sexy.

  Oh God, I can’t wait to reach the lake house. Can’t wait to lie in front of the fire in their arms. And I can’t wait to have more sex with them, with them both burying their cocks inside me at the same time, but for that we have to wait until Ryan recovers completely.

  But hey, that doesn’t mean we can’t play other games.

  What can I say? I’m horny when I think of them, when I talk to them, when I’m near them.

  They say once you discover sex you never go back, but I think it’s more than that. It’s them, R&R. They changed my world, they changed me. It’s not sex I crave—it’s sex with them. I just can’t get enough of them, and between Riddick’s back problems and Ryan’s hospital stay, we haven’t done more than hold hands and share quick kisses in the past couple of weeks.

  Only their sexy scent, the warmth of their bodies with me in the car is enough to make my pussy throb, my nipples harden and my mouth go dry with desire.

  The doctor told us touching, skin to skin, is good for Ryan’s heart. It regulates his pressure and lessens stress.

  I’m only trying to keep him healthy. He won’t have to lift a finger.

  Riddick and I will take good care of him…

  ***

  At the lake house we light the fire and roast marshmallows, leaning back on those huge cushions Ryan has lying about for that purpose. We’re tangled in each other’s arms, feeding each other the gooey sugary goodness, basking in being together.

  Being alive.

  Ryan and Riddick never asked me again about my past, the sickness that almost took my life as a child, but I know they talked to Candy because she told me.

  No secrets between besties.

  They told her they didn’t want to upset me by asking more questions. They are so cute. I don’t mind talking about it, not anymore. Someday I will tell them more.

  But not today.

  Today we’re celebrating the fact Ryan’s getting stronger.

  It’s a slow process. He gets tired easily. He’s still in pain, despite the painkillers. But he’s getting better, one day at a time, and his doctor is pleased with his progress.

  That’s excellent cause for celebration. Every breath he takes, every single one of his heartbeats is cause for celebration.

  Riddick, who cried in his sleep after seeing Ryan intubated and pale like a ghost on the hospital bed, winks at me. He scoots behind Ryan and nods.

  I wink back, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Mission: Pleasuring Private Ryan” is under way.

  But before we make our move, Secret Agent Fluff jumps between us, putting a small furry crimp in our plans.

  Ryan snickers and pets Fluff who’s trying to climb on Riddick’s lap and stops to sniff his crotch. There’s a very substantial bulge there, and Fluff seems to take great interest in Riddick’s hard cock.

  I can understand her fascination, but the way she presses her little nose to the length of his hard-on, making him curse, is so funny I start snickering, too.

  Attempts to extract Fluff result in tiny, sharp claws digging partly into his hard-on—if Riddick’s yelp is anything to go by.

  Eventually, I get up and carefully remove my cat from Riddick’s cock so that I can gain better access to it. I explain this to Fluff, who isn’t happy about sharing.

  Ah well. She’ll get used to it, because she can’t have him. He’s mine.

  I return to the living room to find Riddick stroking Ryan’s face and mouth, his eyes hooded, and I remember I’m also celebrating the fact Riddick’s back is better and he won’t need surgery, that he left his job and found another at the bookstore where his cousin Jethro works, and that his brother is in rehab.

  All good things all around.

  I’m celebrating finding love with these two amazing guys, with finding it reciprocated when I thought I was crazy for believing there was something between us. I’m celebrating being here, now.

  Being happy.

  ‘Appreciate every moment.’ That had been my motto when I’d been sick as a child. I’d come close to forgetting that.

  Not anymore.

  Sinking down on the cushion next to Ryan, I lean in to kiss him. His lips open to me, and his tongue invades my mouth, twining and tangling with mine.

  Riddick’s caress moves down Ryan’s neck, to the back of his head, petting the soft curling hair there. Then he strokes Ryan’s shoulder and moves down his chest.

  “Fuck, ow.” Ryan jerks back, shoving at Riddick, his mouth tightening. He presses a hand to the middle of his chest. His eyes are wild.

  Oh crap.

  “Shit, did I hurt you?” Riddick looks stricken, his jawline tense and hard. “I didn’t think.”

  Ryan shakes his head, looks away. “No. I panicked. Sorry.”

  “Come here.” Riddick tugs him close, and gathers me with his other hand, cradling us both against his warm body. “Nothing to apologize for. I should have been more careful.”

  “You didn’t hurt me,” Ryan says stubbornly. “But it doesn’t matter, because I can’t do it.”

  “Can’t do what?”

  “This!” Ryan waves at himself.

  Riddick’s gaze slides down to Ryan’s very hard cock that’s straining inside his jeans, and his eyes go dark. “Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you can do this just fine.”

  “But…” Ryan glances at me, his gaze uncertain.

  “Your doctor gave the all clear, as long as you don’t strain yourself,” I tell him, just a little smugly.

  “You mean…?” Now he looks startled.

  Because we talked to his doctor about it? Or because he thinks it’s too soon?

  “As long as you’re not the one doing the fucking,” Riddick says, “and aren’t fucked into the mattress, it’s all good. Orgasms are good for your heart. Pleasure is the best medicine.”

  Ryan visibly chews on this, unconvinced.

  I can understand that. In his shoes, I’d be terrified to put my newly-fixed heart to the test so soon. It’s hard, seeing him so unsure. He was such a cocksure guy before, pun intended.

  But it was a serious surgery, and maybe we’re pushing him too far, too soon.

  “We don’t have to do anything,” I say softly and reach over to caress his jaw. “We thought that if you didn’t have to put effort into it, and with your doc’s blessings, it would be something you’d enjoy, that’s all.”

  “Bry’s right, we didn’t mean to pressure you,” Riddick says. “Let’s just lie back down and enjoy the afternoon.”

  Ryan doesn’t seem to be listening. His gaze is faraway. He’s still pressing his hand to his sternum. “I do want it,” he whispers eventually. “You have no idea…” He clears his throat, his pretty green eyes shinin
g too bright. “When I thought I’d die… When I thought I’d lost you… My memory kept returning here, to us making love in front of the fire and in my bedroom upstairs.”

  Making love.

  Yes, that’s what it was.

  “And if my doctor says it’s fine, I have nothing to argue, but you haven’t…” He licks his lips. “You haven’t seen.”

  “Seen what?” Riddick asks, gaze narrowing. “What are you talking about?”

  Ryan lets out a long breath. “You haven’t even seen my scar.”

  I frown. “The incision from the surgery?”

  He winces and nods.

  I exchange a helpless, confused look with Riddick. “You think your scar will stop us from wanting you?”

  The moment I ask the question, Ryan flinches, and I realize that’s exactly what he thinks.

  Good God.

  “You idiot,” Riddick says.

  “Are you nuts?” I ask.

  Ryan opens his mouth but no sound comes out.

  Riddick sighs, and I rub a hand over my lips, not knowing what to say after this. There is nothing I can say.

  “Let us show you,” I hear myself say anyway, “how much we want you.”

  Riddick growls low in his throat, and has Ryan lying down on the cushions and bared in seconds. Shirt unbuttoned and thrown open, zipper lowered and pants shoved down around Ryan’s narrow hips, bunched over muscular thighs.

  Riddick traces the red, angry scar bisecting Ryan’s chest with a tender fingertip and I take it in for the first time.

  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.

  “Bry…oh God. Rid!” And then he’s coming in salty bursts down my throat, and I swallow, determined to give him everything.

  He comes and comes, his breaths ragged, and I’m getting worried that we overdid it, that it’s too much.

  But when I draw back and straighten, he’s leaning back in Riddick’s arms, smiling a dazed, lazy smile.

  He opens his arms for me, and I hug him carefully, drawing in the scents of his release, his spicy sweat, Riddick’s salty musk. Feeling content.

  “Next time,” Ryan whispers, “you should be in the middle, girl. Where you belong. You are our center.”

  Riddick tsks. “You need to read between his words. What he’s actually trying to say is that we want to fuck you together.”

  “Damn right,” Ryan says hoarsely. “Bry…”

  “Tell us exactly what you want, Princess,” Riddick growls.

  And I do, despite the blush burning my face. “I want your big cocks inside me, both at the same time, fucking me. Making me come.”

  “Oh fuck,” Ryan whispers with awe in his voice. “That makes me…”

  “…so damn hard,” Riddick finishes huskily. “Such dirty words coming out of such a pretty, prim little mouth. Whose big cock do you want in your virgin little asshole, Cupcake? Who’s gonna tap that sweet ass?”

  “Jesus,” Ryan whispers.

  And just like that, he’s ready to go again, his hard-on returning. Looks like our boy is already feeling better.

  ***

  Four weeks later, we’re in Ryan’s apartment, naked on his huge bed, grinning like kids about to enter Disneyland.

  I’m nervous, but I know my boys by now. I trust them. I know they won’t hurt me, that they’ll stop if I don’t like something, and that in all probability this will be amazing.

  But above all, I want it. More than I ever thought possible. And I’m not talking about wanting to be with them, because I do, and I am, and that rocks my world.

  No, I’m talking about feeling them both inside me. Sinking into me without barriers. We got tested last week and got the all clear. And I got on the pill.

  No more condoms.

  Somehow it feels like something more than sex. Wild, kinky sex, sure, but still… it’s a promise, a shake of hands, an oath taken with our bodies, a reflection of what we feel.

  Together. As one.

  Going steady. Exclusive. Just the three of us.

  Ryan draws me on to his lap. His very naked lap, and bare, hard cock. Soon that bare, hard cock will be inside me, and a shiver travels through me.

  We kiss, his hands moving over my body, over my bare breasts, stroking my nipples lightly. Even that light touch sets me on fire. He pulls me closer, and I grab his thick biceps to steady myself, my throbbing pussy splayed, pressing against his hard-on. If this feels so delicious, I can’t imagine how it will feel with his cock deep inside me.

  Both their cocks.

  Riddick scoots behind me, his hands stroking over my flanks, over my hips, then slide to the front and a finger dips between my legs, finding my clit.

  I moan in Ryan’s mouth as electric shocks hit my core. Riddick isn’t gentle about it, his rough fingertip rubbing my clit furiously, over and over, until my body tenses and arches, on the brink of an orgasm.

  So quickly. I didn’t expect to come before they enter me, and I try to fight it, wrenching my mouth away from Ryan’s to tell him to slow down.

  But Ryan nudges me backwa
rd and lifts my breasts to his mouth. He licks and sucks on my nipples, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh, and I grip his short hair for an anchor before I drown in the sensations.

  His hands massage and squeeze my boobs, his hot mouth sucks harder on my nipples, sending shocks to my core, and Riddick dips two finger deep inside me, fucking me roughly…and I’m coming with a startled cry, rocking on his fingers, swept away in a devastating wave of pleasure.

  Coming back to earth, I find myself leaning back in Riddick’s arms. He’s chuckling quietly, and his cock prods me in the back, big and hot and hard.

  “Back with us?” Ryan’s hands release my breasts. He grips his cock, gives it a few strokes. His green eyes are luminous, the pupils blown. “Ready for me?”

  I am…I think. Even slumped in Riddick’s arms, my body thrumming, every muscle lax and heavy, I can’t stop a tiny niggle of worry at what I’m about to do.

  After all, they really have big cocks, my two boyfriends. Big, thick and long, and all that hard flesh will soon be sinking inside me.

  Swallowing, I nod, never taking my eyes off his cock. He strokes it some more, giving me a sexy half-smile, as if enjoying my appreciative if a little wary gaze.

  Then he guides the tip between my legs, breaching me, pushing into me.

  Leaning my head back on Riddick’s padded shoulder, my legs wide apart, I gasp as his cock fills me up slowly, inch by inch. It burns even though I’m so wet, and it feels huge inside me. I let out a strangled sound as he pushes deeper still, and he stops.

  “Okay?” he asks, stroking my arm.

  “Okay,” I manage. “God, please don’t stop.”

  His smile goes crooked and his eyes flash with pleasure as he shoves his cock inside me the rest of the way to his balls.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, shocked that he fit inside me. He feels enormous, splitting me apart, and he feels amazing.

  I can feel his pulse inside me. He shifts a little and I gasp out loud, my body clenching around his cock. It feels so frigging good.

  “Come here,” he says, taking my hands and tugging. “Ride me, girl.”

  Gingerly, I straighten, letting him pull me off Riddick, and cry out his name when his cock sinks an inch deeper, setting off fireworks inside me. He leans back, pulling me along, until I’m sitting astride, bent over him, my hypersensitive boobs brushing his chest.