Bound

Nic lifted his head to find Riddick standing beside the bed, nearest Carly’s head. He raised his head to look the convict in the eyes.

“Oh, this is perfect,” Carly said suddenly, distracting Nic. She scrambled out from under him, forcing him to lift up. “Here. Come here,” she instructed the other man, pulling him forward until he was on the bed as well.

Nic could only stare. On their knees they were equal height, and now just over a foot apart. Carly moved between them, lying on the bed, but Nic never looked at her.

Riddick stared back just as directly, never bothering to look at the woman positioning herself between them. But he saw when she touched him. The hardness of his face slackened, his eyes closing slowly before opening to look at him once again.

Now Carly urged Nic forward, and he shuffled his knees on the bed, bringing himself closer to Riddick.

Nic’s eyes widened as he felt her mouth on him once again. Just as he was looking down at Carly he saw nearly the same look on Riddick’s face.

Carly was on her back between them with the heads of both their dicks in her mouth. It was the most erotic thing Nic had ever seen and the closest he’d ever been to another guy’s erection. The tips of their dicks even bumped as she pulled on them individually. He moaned softly at seeing it and heard a similar growl of sound from the man across from him.

Thick veins, sparse hair, lean hips, flat stomach, crinkle of abs, then the overhang of defined pecs. Nic followed the view upward until he was looking at Riddick again. At that second it didn’t matter that Carly wanted this, that she’d asked for it, was bribing him for it. That never occurred to him. He just wanted it.

Lean forward. That’s all it took. Either Riddick was leaning or it was closer than he’d thought, cuz in just a second Riddick’s mouth was on his. Sweet now, the taste of the wine on his tongue. Still hard, still rough.

Riddick touched first. A hand at his neck, pulling him closer, his tongue shoving deeper with the new leverage. It freed Nic’s hands and he gripped the other man. One hand going to his neck, holding him equally tight, teeth scraping with the force they were using. The other hand lay against his side.

Hard. It was the only word he could think of. Riddick was hard. He kissed hard, his body was hard, and it made him groan to consider what else was hard about him. He doubted this man did anything gently.

Carly was switching off. She’d suck one of them deep while her hand serviced the other, then change off. It was driving Nic to distraction. He’d been close to coming already, in her, so this lingering treatment was just frustrating him further.

He took his frustration out on Riddick. He sucked at the other man’s tongue, his lips hard, nipping at lips and tongue. Riddick growled low somewhere in his chest, making Nic feel it, and gave back what he got.

Carly had to know he was getting close. She finally didn’t switch away from him, sucking him down her throat until he was grunting and jerking, wanting to thrust into her.

Arms still gripping, their faces separated when Nic dropped his head. His orgasm hit him hard, his lower back spasming as the bitch below him sucked his juices out, and then sucked some more.

Nic found himself holding onto Riddick, them leaning towards one another the only thing that kept him vertical. “Fuck,” he mumbled, still feeling the twinges through his body.