Chapter 37 #4
My body shatters, pleasure tearing through me, every muscle tightening as I cum hard, crying out for both of them when Riot lets go of my throat.
I’m still shaking, vision blurred with pleasure, but the need hasn’t gone anywhere, it’s only gotten sharper.
I grab Jasper’s wrist, pulling him closer, my voice nothing but a broken plea.
“Fill me up, Jasper. I want to feel you leaking out of my cunt—want Riot to fuck your cum deeper inside me. Please.”
Jasper groans loudly, his face twisting in raw, unguarded need. He grips my hips, thrusting hard, the rhythm turning frantic, his cock pulsing inside me. “Goddamnit Sawyer—” he chokes out, like he’s falling apart just from hearing his name on my lips.
He hips stutter as he spills inside me, filling me up just the way I begged for. He curses, breath ragged, fingers digging in as he fucks every last drop into me. “Fucking hell…you’re gonna kill me.”
When he finally pulls out, his cum spills from me, and he swaps spots with Riot, both of them moving with purpose.
Riot doesn’t waste a second. He grabs his cock, rubbing the head through my slit, gathering up Jasper’s cum as it leaks out, spreading it over my swollen entrance. “Can’t let any of that go to waste, Hellcat. Not a single drop.”
He pushes into me, slow at first, forcing Jasper’s cum back inside, making me take it. “You wanted this, huh?” Riot groans, voice thick with filth and pride. “Wanted me to fuck his cum deeper into you? We’re gonna make sure you’re dripping with us all night.”
Jasper settles at my side, still breathless, but already stroking his cock back to life, eyes glued to where Riot disappears inside me.
“You see what you do to us?” Jasper growls, voice thick and dark. “You make me fucking lose it—make me want to fill you up, watch him fuck you full of me. Anything you want, Sawyer. Anything that gets you off. You only have to ask.”
He leans down, kissing me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming me. I can taste myself and him and all that filthy hunger he never hides from me. Riot doesn’t stop—his thrusts only get rougher, more possessive, as Jasper’s mouth moves over mine.
When Jasper finally pulls away, I’m panting.
He gets up without a word, striding to the bathroom.
I’m left reeling until he returns, a bottle of lube in his hand.
He sets the bottle down on the nightstand after pouring a generous amount into his palm, then he slicks his cock until it’s glistening.
He meets my eyes, something raw and honest flickering in his gaze.
“Never for anybody else, Sawyer. Never would I do this—only for you.” He says, as he moves behind Riot.
Internally, I am screaming. I turn my head quickly to the closet door, which is a full mirror, and I can see exactly what he’s doing. He presses the head of his cock to Riot’s ass, teasing, circling, not pushing in—just letting Riot feel him.
Riot moans, his rhythm faltering, and the sound is so fucking filthy it makes me tighten around him. Jasper grins, leaning in, voice a taunt. “You like that, Riot? Tell her how it feels.”
Riot’s breath stutters, and he groans, head falling forward. “Dude, the second she realized what you were doing she fucking started squeezing my cock so tight. And I’m not even going to lie—fuck, that feels good. Sawyer, you should get a turn. Play with his ass. It’s so fucking sensitive.”
“I told you, baby. Anything for you. Anything that gets you off.” Jasper says, eyes never leaving mine in the mirror.
I can’t take my eyes off them, the image burned into my mind. Jasper’s tattooed hands gripping Riot’s hips, his cock glistening, pressing and circling, every motion made for me. Riot’s breathless sounds fill the room, the sight and sound of them both shattering any line I ever thought I had.
Riot’s head drops back, eyes half-lidded, thrusts growing erratic as Jasper toys with him, keeping his own pace steady and unhurried. Jasper leans in, mouth just behind Riot’s ear, voice pitched for both of us. “You want to see me take him, baby? Want to see what I’ll do for you?”
I can barely form words, so I nod, desperate and dizzy with it all. My body is still pulsing with aftershocks, but the hunger is only climbing higher.
Jasper’s eyes meet mine in the mirror. His stare is so intense, it’s like he’s holding me in place with just his gaze. “Keep watching, Sawyer. Don’t you dare look away.”
He pushes in, slow, the stretch making Riot shudder and curse, his cock pulsing inside me. Riot moans, hands gripping my thighs for leverage, and for a moment, it’s just the sound of skin, breath, and the raw, broken pleasure pouring off both of them.
“Fuck,” Riot groans, “that’s—God, that’s good. Sawyer, look at us. You like watching him fuck me while I’m inside you?”
I’m completely undone, my hand sliding down to rub desperate circles over my clit. Jasper sees his mouth curling in a dark smile. “Yes, greedy girl. Touch yourself. Show us how badly you want to cum. Show us you like what you see.”
He rocks his hips, the motion driving Riot deeper into me, each thrust sending sparks straight through my core. Riot’s eyes roll back, a strangled gasp escaping as Jasper’s rhythm picks up.
Jasper’s voice is filthy and loving all at once. “You know we’d do anything for you, Sawyer. Anything that makes you cum. Anything that makes you scream our names.”
He leans forward, squeezing Riot between us, grabbing my chin and kissing me hard while he fucks Riot, the three of us tangled together in sweat and need and devotion.
I kiss him back, moaning into his mouth, my body ready to shatter all over again. “Don’t stop. Please—don’t ever stop.”
Jasper bites my lip, pulling back just enough to breathe. “Not until you’ve had everything you ever wanted. Not until you know how fucking loved you are.”
He leans back up and looks at me through the mirror. And I know he means every word.
Riot’s knuckles go white where he grips my thighs, his rhythm turning erratic—every thrust deeper, rougher, like he’s lost between the pleasure Jasper is wrecking him with and the tight, wet heat of my cunt milking him for more.
Jasper’s pace goes savage, slamming into Riot with a force that drives Riot’s cock even deeper inside me, the bed creaking beneath us, the room thick with the sound of skin and all three of us coming undone.
“Fuck—fuck, Sawyer—” Riot’s voice is half scream, half sob, eyes wide and wild, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead. “He’s—Jasper, you’re—holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum—”
Jasper’s face is pure feral need, every muscle in his body flexed and straining. “Then cum Riot, give it to her” he pants. “He’s so fucking tight, I can barely hold back.”
I’m too gone, too wrecked, watching in the mirror as Jasper fucks Riot so hard it feels like I can feel every thrust through him, their bodies tangled and shining, all for me. Riot’s cock pulses inside me with every slam of Jasper’s hips, the angle perfect, the pressure relentless.
Riot’s head falls forward, his moans turning into desperate whimpers. “Jasper, fuck—Sawyer—fuck, I’m gonna—”
Jasper grabs Riot’s hip with one hand, the other sliding up to squeeze my tit hard, then slapping it again, sending a jolt straight through me. He pulls Riot’s hair hard. “Cum for her, Riot. Cum inside her. Let her feel how fucking good it is.”
Riot loses it, his whole body seizing as he cries out, cumming inside me. The stretch and the filthy sound of their voices—it all slams into me, and I shatter again, cumming so hard I see white, the world breaking apart around me.
Jasper fucks us both through it, never slowing, a dark, possessive growl tearing from his throat when he cums for a second time. “That’s it, Little Demon. Such a dirty girl, cumming from me fucking Riot into you.”
Riot collapses forward, panting against my shoulder, his body still trembling as the aftershocks roll through him. Jasper keeps moving a little longer, riding out the last waves, his hands splayed on Riot’s back.
We lay there listening to the sound of our breathing, tangled up with the scent of sweat and sex.
Eventually, Jasper pulls out with a groan, leaning back on his heels. Riot lets out a shaky laugh, rolling to the side and dragging me with him, so we’re all in a heap on the bed—sticky, sweaty, and completely ruined.
Jasper is the first to speak, voice rough and a little hoarse. “Holy shit, Sawyer. You okay?”
I nod, breathless, with a dazed smile on my lips. “Yeah… more than okay.”
Riot grins, nuzzling my neck, his voice a satisfied rumble. “That was fucking insane.”
Jasper brushes damp hair from my face, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple—his touch careful now, reverent, like he can’t believe what just happened.
After a few minutes of tangled silence, Riot groans and sits up. “I don’t know about you two, but I need a shower before I can even think straight.”
Jasper huffs a laugh and stands, grabbing the bottle of lube and tossing a towel onto the bed. “Come on, Trouble. No way you’re getting out of my sight yet.”
Riot grins and tugs me out of bed, and the three of us stumble toward the bathroom—still laughing, touching, still hungry for each other, even as the steam rises and the water runs hot.
Tonight, there’s no space between us. Not anymore.