A flash of panic ripped through her heart. Fear that Devon would change his mind and not want Rigg with them, or worse, he wouldn’t want her because she wanted them both, clawed at the edge of her thoughts. “Devon?”
“Hold on.” The husky tone of his voice melted over her, chasing away her insecurity.
“Stay with me.” Rigg kissed her again, drawing her deeper into the euphoric moment. She’d never have thought she could want two men with such ferocity…but she did.
“I don’t want him to leave.”
Rigg’s disarming smile revealed the truth. “He’s not going anywhere, baby, and neither am I.”
The rustle of Devon’s clothing sounded behind her. A moment later, his hands were on her hips and his hard cock slid between her thighs. “Only place I’m going is inside you.” He rubbed his cock against the damp crotch of her panties.
Pivoting in Rigg’s arms, she faced Devon and drank in the sight of him, naked and powerful. Dark hair dusted his pectorals, circling flat brown nipples on his broad contoured chest. Her gaze traveled the feathering trail over his rigid abdominals to his cock, erect and bobbing.
“Oh,” she said on a breathy exhale as her pussy clenched and her mouth watered. Emotion churned in her belly. Both Rigg and Devon were going to have her. The thought both thrilled and terrified. And yet, she wanted to see more, feel more…touch more. She trembled and turned to Rigg.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
She shook her head. Electric erotic energy sizzled over her flesh. Unsure, but unafraid, she slid her fingers under his shirt.
“Fuck. Bed,” Rigg mumbled, and kissed her. His tongue took another delicious plunge into her mouth.
With a hard tug, Devon stripped the motel bed, leaving only the crisp white fitted sheet. Rigg walked her backward, sliding kisses over her neck, his hands roaming over her body. Yet, she felt more heat from Devon’s stare. He watched them with hawk-like intensity. Rigg was playing, but Devon was the Alpha male in the room.
The rush of feminine power was intoxicating. She’d never considered herself sexy, but her hips beckoned as she crawled onto the bed. She wasn’t exactly sure how they wanted her. Past experiences with men hadn’t prepared her for this…these two men. Her heart jolted. And what about condoms? She certainly didn’t carry them.
“I don’t want to spoil the mood, but do either of you have condoms?” Her face warmed.
Rigg chuckled and bounced onto the bed. “I’m single and a guy, of course I have condoms.”
Laughter dissolved the tension in the room. Rigg balanced the intensity in Devon. “Good, then get one for you and your partner.” She pushed him off the bed. “And no clothing on the bed.”
“Yes, ma’am. “ Rigg grinned. “I suspected you had a controlling side.”
She didn’t feel in control. Reckless and uninhibited better described the rioting sensations surging through her. She rolled onto her side and faced Devon, who still stood at the edge of the bed. God, he was beautiful. Hard lines and taut flesh over ripped musculature. He wasn’t the rugged brawn and Mr. Charisma of Rigg, but he was lean and exuded quiet strength. A serious aura surrounded him. Methodical, intelligent. He reminded her of a dangerous wild, cunning animal stalking his prey. And he wanted her.
Sara rose to her knees and scooted to the edge of the mattress. Devon’s gaze never wavered as she stared into his eyes. She had no doubt he knew what she wanted. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Whatever you want,” he whispered as she closed her fingers around the velvety girth. Pulsing veins threaded the shaft. She stroked him with a tight fist, sliding the taut flesh over the steely length. The stalk was long and thick and curved toward his abdominals. Dark, wiry hair swirled around the base. A pronounced ridge formed the darkening head. Pearly essence seeped from the slit. Leaning closer, she inhaled his musky scent.
After wetting her lips, she bent forward and closed her mouth over the soft flesh of the corona. She whimpered as he clutched fistfuls of her hair and slowly screwed his cock into her mouth.
Sucking Devon’s cock had her burning up. Sliding her lips down the shaft, she took him deep into her mouth. Hot, hard, and smooth. A thrill shot through her. Touching the most intimate part of his masculinity, the raw power, the control…the mounting desire was a heady sensation. She hollowed her cheeks, cocooning his cock in fiery wet heat. Devon moaned, clenched his buttocks, and pushed in a fraction deeper. He combed his long fingers into her hair.
Desperate for penetration, her pussy tightened. God, she needed something stuffed inside her…she needed Rigg to fuck her. She needed him to hurry up with the condoms, stretch one on, and slam into her. Widening her thighs, she slid her left hand between her legs. Parting her drenched folds, she touched her swollen clit and shuddered violently. A wordless murmur rolled from her chest. So hot. So wet. She speared two fingers into her channel. As fast as she stroked him with her right hand, she fingerfucked herself with her left. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Rigg.
“Started without me?” Rigg spoke beside her and tossed two condoms on the bed.
She moaned, sucked harder on Devon and buried her fingers deep in her core. Devon thrust into her mouth, cradling her skull in his hands as he fucked her mouth. Strung tight, she was on the brink of release. Cream slicked her pussy. She thrust, wiggled and thrust her fingers again. Just a few more…
“Not without me.” Rigg clasped his hand around her wrist and guided her fingers out of her cunt toward his mouth. He licked her fingers. “Not enough.” Rigg climbed onto the bed. “Over here.” Holding out his hand, he waited for her to join him.
Slipping her mouth from Devon’s cock, Sara gasped for breath.
Gaze locked with hers, Devon wiped his thumb along her bottom lips. “Your turn.”
Sarah turned to Rigg. Lying flat, legs from the knees down over the side and with his head in the middle of the bed, he reached out for her hand. Now that he was naked, she visually traced the ink covering his right side. The black pattern, the tribal points and swirls added to his wildness. How many times had she imagined his savage touch? The aggression and power?
Almost as much as she’d imagined screwing Devon.
Sara straddled Rigg’s face, braced her hands on his chest, bent over and licked his cock from tip to base. Rigg groaned, firmly gripped her ass and burrowed his face between her legs.
“Oh damn,” she cried. She couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as hot lashes of his tongue swirled over her pussy. Slicing the blade of his tongue between her folds, he tasted her cream, tunneling into her channel then licking over and around her clit.
Grasping his cock at the base, she closed her lips around the blunt corona and sucked him into her mouth. The thickness of his cock stretched her lips and turgid length pulsed in her hand. She moaned and sucked, drawing more of his fluids from the deep slit in the head. So good. He was muskier than Devon, a rich earthy taste floated over her tongue.
Devon positioned in front of her. Sara glanced up. Hunger darkened Devon’s eyes, yet the edge of his lips hinted at a smile. He tapped her mouth with his cock, painting her lips with his pre-cum. Sara grasped hold of his shaft, curled her tongue around the flared rim, and sucked.
“Just like that,” Devon said with a growl. “Wrap those pretty lips around my dick and suck me.”
How was she supposed to focus on Devon, when her body trembled and pressure built in her clit? She was going to come before them. Her thighs quivered. Her heart pounded. Rigg sucked her clit hard, carefully using his teeth to rasp the hard sensitive knot of nerves. Oh god. Her pulse spiked as she bucked against his face, rolling her hips and driving toward orgasm. His relentless tongue flicked over her pussy, never pausing in an effort to make her come. And damn, but she was so close. She mewled her pleasure, rocking into Rigg’s face as she pumped Devon’s shaft and glided her tongue over the glans.
Sara ripped her mouth from Devon and cried out. Spasms jerked her body and every muscle tensed.
Waves of pleasure surged through her. Rigg’s fingertips dug into her thighs, forcing her hard onto his face as she rode her climax against his mouth.
****
Adrenaline pumped through Devon. However, this was unlike the fear, anxiety and trepidation that came from police work. Sara had him tied up in knots. Tomorrow, the investigation and Bradley Jackson would become the prosecution’s problem. J & R Ltd’s doors would be closed. Investigators would be crawling all over the files and computers. Sara’s life and livelihood were unintended casualties. She was running on fear, anger, and frustration. Channeling those emotions into sex would work for tonight, but what about tomorrow? He’d used her to get to Jackson. She had to know there was no agenda tonight.
He glanced at Rigg. They’d both found her attractive, but Devon had fallen—hard. He had no claim to Sara, wasn’t justified in the jealousy ripping through his chest as she turned and slid over Rigg’s body, teasing him with her breasts. A lustful smile tilting her lips, she fingered the condom package. But she wasn’t staring at Rigg. Over her shoulder, her gaze locked on Devon.
“So are you going to fuck me?” She issued the challenge, then tore the condom wrapper with her teeth.
Yes, he was going to fuck her…care for her…love her. She might not know it now, but she needed him. Maybe as much as he needed her.
“Can you take us both?” Devon took the condom from her fingertips and fit the ring to the head of his cock. The rubber squeezed his shaft as he rolled it down the length.
“I want to.” She rose to her knees, straddling Rigg’s hips with her back to Devon.
Devon glanced at Rigg. “Is that what you want?”
Rigg leaned up on his elbows. “Whatever Sara wants is good with me.”
Devon had always liked and respected Rigg. A niggle of regret wormed into his thoughts. Over the weeks, they’d both expressed interest in Sara. Both knew before coming to this motel room that if the opportunity presented itself for one of them, they’d take it. Never had Devon expected this. He knew Rigg hadn’t either.
Rigg grabbed a condom and quickly sheathed his cock. “We’ll go slow.”
Sara braced her hands on Rigg’s massive chest. “I don’t want slow. I want you to fuck me.”
“Baby, you’re always so polished and proper. Fuck, but I love when you talk dirty.” Rigg laughed and positioned her above his dick. He wrapped his fist around the base of his shaft and rubbed the sheathed head along the seam of her cunt.
She moaned as her head fell back and she sank onto Rigg, her pussy eating his cock. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Her brows furrowed, and she gasped for breath through lightly parted lips. Then a soft chuckle erupted from her. “Oh fuck.” She twisted and glanced at Devon over her shoulder. Her smoldering eyes darkened. “Yeah, you better take it slow.”
He tilted her head back, cupped her cheek and brushed a kiss over her lips. He savored her mouth, nibbling and sucking. He licked his way inside and glided his tongue along hers. She breathed into him with the rhythm of Rigg thrusting into her body. For a moment, they were one breath. The room—the night—cocooned them intimately. Distant sounds of ocean waves drifted through the open door, and a cool breeze caressed his sweat-slicked flesh.
“I want you,” she whispered against his lips. “I need you.” She straightened.
Devon shifted behind her, resting his hands on her hips. Rigg grunted, anchoring her hard to his groin and rolling his hips.
“Lean forward,” Devon instructed applying pressure to her back. Sara molded her chest to Rigg’s. Rigg’s hands roamed over her back, along her ribs, then cupped her ass. Massaging her buttocks, fingers firmly gripping her toned curves, Rigg pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her tight, pink star to Devon.
Devon clenched his jaw. Possessiveness swelled within him. Rigg’s cock stretched her pussy, filling her. Devon wanted to be buried in her sweet heat. He wanted to be the one holding her close, crushing her breasts to his chest, feeling her nipples prod into him. He also wanted to be the man sliding his cock into her ass.
Sara glistened with cream. Devon gathered her juices on his fingers. Circling her puckered entrance, he lubricated her hole then gently slid his finger into her ass. Sara moaned and arched her back. Rigg’s cock flexed, digging into her cunt and causing more cream to trickle from her core.
“You’re so tight,” he said sawing two fingers in and out of her ass.
“Good,” she said and grunted. “Because I’ve never done this before.”
Rigg nipped at her chin. “Never had two men or never been fucked in the ass?”
She ground her mouth against Rigg’s, devouring his lips and Devon continued to open her passage and wet her anus with her cream.
She tore her mouth from Rigg’s. “Oh, damn,” she cursed and thrashed her head. “I haven’t done either.” Her thighs trembled. “Please, Devon.” Hips jerking, she impaled herself on Rigg and backed into Devon.
“Hold her,” he said to Rigg.
A strangled laugh broke from Rigg. “She’s going to hold still because she wants your cock in her ass as I fuck her pussy.”
“You have a dirty mouth, too,” she said. “And yes, I’m holding still.” She was rigid.
“Relax,” Devon soothed as he aligned the head of his cock with her entrance. “Use your dirty mouth to tell me what you want.”
“I want to come.”
“Breathe out and bear down.” She did and he pressed forward. The head slipped in and he groaned. Fuck, but she was tight. Clenching his buttocks, he pushed in another inch.
“You okay?” Rigg gripped her ass and spread her cheeks wider.
“I feel like I’m splitting in two.” She gasped. “But the burn feels so good. Oh damn, why couldn’t you have a little dick?”
Devon laughed and pulled out an inch.
“No,” she whined, rearing back and driving him deeper into her rectum. “Don’t pull out. You’ll have to start over.”
“Are you a backseat driver?” Rigg asked. “Feel this.” His mouth pulled into a hard line and his muscles bunched.
“Oh, fuck.” Devon could feel Rigg’s cock pulsing and flexing in her pussy.
“I have to move,” she begged. “Please.”
Rigg gripped her hips, keeping her in place. Devon leaned into her, his stomach flush to her lower back. Another inch deeper and her muscles softened, melting around his cock. He slid deep and groaned. Sara sighed, and Rigg relaxed. Their bodies were joined in all the right places. Hot and hard. Wet and wondrous. Devon braced his hand on the dip of her lower back and slowly pulled out. As he plunged back in, Rigg rocked her on his pelvis.
Her hands clenched into fists as she gripped the sheet. She moaned and grunted with each thrust.
Rigg spoke low and dirty. “I’d watch for you to come home from work.” His hands roamed over her hips. “I’d imagine stripping you out of your prim and proper skirts. I’d stroke my cock, imagining you on your knees, sucking me off, your mouth hot on my dick until I blew. Your fingernails clawed my thighs as you swallowed, sucking my nuts dry.” His gaze shifted to Devon. “And then he’d walk in.”
Devon imagined all of those things and more. He thrust harder, slamming his cock into her ass, fighting with Rigg for space in her tight, silken sheath.
“Did that spoil your fantasy?” she asked.
Sweat slicked her trembling body. Devon’s cock filled her ass, the ring of muscle squeezing and the inner muscles milking him with exquisite pressure.
“No.” Rigg lifted and lowered her on his shaft as Devon plowed into her from behind. “It’d make me harder.” He pounded into her. “I rubbed my dick raw imagining you fucking Devon.”
Devon’s balls tightened. His legs rubbed against Rigg’s. Sara panted and moaned between them, taking their pounding and creaming around their shafts. Devon closed his eyes and listened to the flux and flutter of her breathing. He reveled in the heat encasing his dick, hardening further with each stroke against the pressure of Rigg’s coc
k ramming deep into her pussy.
Fire licked his balls and heat pooled at the base of his spine. Her body was an erotic haven, but the pleasure was too intense. Sara shivered and her inner muscles tightened. He could feel her orgasm building…and he wanted to come with her.
“I can feel you getting close,” he whispered near her ear. He kissed her neck and continued to sink deep into her ass, in perfect tandem with Rigg filling her cunt.
“I’m there.” She gasped, crying out as convulsion racked her body. Devon slammed deep as waves of her contractions pulsed along his length. He pumped, drawing out her pleasure as pressure reached volcanic proportions around his cock. He gritted his teeth against the exquisite pleasure, riding her wave of release. And then he came in spasms that stole his breath.
Rigg bucked hard into her pussy, jarring them both with his strength. He roared, grinding and thrusting through his orgasm. Devon pressed down as Rigg surged higher. Sara was stuffed full of cocks and coming hard.
Sweat trickled along Devon’s spine and his heart pounded. Rigg’s labored breath echoed in the room along with Sara’s feminine gasps. Her body liquefied, melting into Rigg. Euphoria worked like a drug on Devon. His mind was numb and his body spent. He eased his cock from her ass and collapsed on the bed beside them. Sara moaned, lifting off Rigg’s deflating dick and slid onto the mattress between them. She rested her palm on Devon’s racing heart. He covered her slender fingers with his larger hand.
The air was heavy with unspoken words and the fragrance of amazing sex blended with the clean scent of the ocean. Devon’s pulse slowly returned to normal, but he didn’t want to move. Sweat cooled on his heated flesh, but the warmth emanating from the woman beside him rekindled his simmering desires. Quiet settled around them although tension thickened the air.
Sara took a breath to speak, but the moment shattered.
A cell phone.
Devon’s heartbeat jolted. A call meant the bust was underway.
“It’s mine.” Rigg’s voice was laced with seriousness.
Gone was the playful lover’s bantering he’d shared with Sara, replaced by the tightly controlled detective. Rigg slid from the bed, tugging the condom from his dick. Devon did the same, tying off the top, leaning over the edge of the bed, and dropping it into the garbage.
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