Chapter 28 #2
I laugh, dark and low. “I’ve earned it ten times over.”
“Then sit back. And watch.”
One swing and her body stretches long and dangerous, hair flying, tits bouncing. My jaw tenses. She’s not teasing. She’s fucking taunting.
She climbs slowly, thighs flexing, glitter catching the low light with every sultry shift of muscle.
That tiny pink top—barely more than a glint of fabric and studs—slides up as she arches against the pole, teasing the swell of her breasts.
One quick tug and it’s off, tossed to the sticky floor like it never mattered.
The straps of her thong cut high across her hips, hugging every curve like they were stitched onto sin itself.
She spins, heels catching grip, grinding down the pole in a lazy spiral until she lands on her knees legs spread, ass high, hips rolling slow enough to be a fucking weapon.
The shimmer across her skin isn’t just glitter—it’s war paint.
My cock fucking throbs.
She bends forward, dragging her hands slow up the backs of her thighs.
Glitter and sweat shimmer against her skin, the straps of that pink thong hugging her hips like sin made flesh.
Her ass lifts high, and that tiny scrap of fabric vanishes into the curve like it was stitched for torture.
I kiss my teeth again. “You want me feral, don’t you? ”
She doesn’t answer, just smirks over her shoulder like the wicked little demon she is.
Sin grips the pole again, bare chest heaving, nipples hard under the flickering blacklight.
She arches deep, grinding against the metal like it owes her something.
One hand slips between her thighs, pressing that sparkly pink scrap tight to the slick heat already soaking through and fuck if my restraint doesn’t snap a little more.
She moans, soft and filthy.
I growl, low and lethal.
But this time? I’m fucking done. I don’t just watch. I fucking move.
I grab her hard and drag her to the edge of the table, her bare thighs skimming the wood, legs spreading without hesitation. I step between them, fists anchoring on her hips as I drink her in.
She’s still in nothing but that glittering thong, heels strapped on, hair wild around her shoulders. Every inch of her dares me to lose control.
My mouth crashes into hers.
All heat, tongue, and fucking chaos.
She moans, nails biting into my shoulders, lips parting like she wants to swallow me whole.
I kiss her harder, deeper, hand sliding up her back, the other curling around her throat just enough to make her breath hitch.
“You get off on pushing me, stray?” I rasp against her mouth.
She grins, breathlessly. “Little bit.”
I chuckle low, biting her lip before dragging it between my teeth. “That thong’s not surviving the next five minutes.”
“Didn’t plan on keeping it anyway,” she purrs.
I lean in, voice dark and filthy. “Tell me how wet you are.”
“Dripping,” she whispers, hips rolling slow against the hard line of my cock. “Want proof?”
I growl, grinding into her. “I’ll find out myself.”
Her lashes flutter, and she smirks. “Of course you will.”
I kiss her again, harder this time while my hands slide under her thighs, spreading her wider, claiming what’s mine.
I hungrily kiss my way down her body, burning every inch into my memory. Her skin’s still hot from the dance, a sheen of sweat catching the leftover neon like goddamn warpaint. I drop to my knees between her thighs, eyes locked on that little scrap of glitter and lace she calls a thong.
"My turn to make you beg," I mutter, voice rough with hunger. "Hold still."
I hook my fingers into either side of the thong, then rip in one brutal motion, tearing it down the middle like it insulted me. The pieces hit the floor without a sound.
She gasps, thighs twitching, and hips lifting instinctively. Her pussy glistens in the low light, wet and flushed, slick already dripping down her thighs like she’s been aching for this since the second she walked in.
I lean in, burying myself between her legs with no fucking mercy. I don’t just taste her—I fucking consume her. I run my tongue through her folds, slow and firm, then seal my mouth over her clit and suck until her hips buck off the edge of the table.
She tastes like salt and sex. Adrenaline and chaos. Like the fucking aftermath of a war I’d gladly start again just to win her.
Her thighs clamp around my head, heels digging into the booth cushion behind me, but I don’t let up. One arm hooks under her leg to hold her open, the other slides behind her, fingers digging into her ass, anchoring her to my mouth.
Her moans break into breathless curses.
I edge the fuck out of her. Tongue flicking, sucking harder just as she starts to shake—I stop. Pulling back slowly, deliberately, my mouth gleaming with her slick. She jerks her hips forward, chasing the pressure, but I grip her thighs to keep her still.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” she snaps, breathless and furious. “What’d you do, take edging lessons from Satan?”
I smirk, licking my lips like I’m savoring dessert.
“Not until I say, Little Stray.” I smirk against her thigh again, tongue already flicking over her clit again in lazy, teasing strokes just to watch her squirm.
“Didn’t hear a please in there, Little Stray,” I murmur, voice thick with heat.
“You want something from me, you better learn how to ask.”
She snarls something under her breath, but her hips roll into my mouth anyway, needy and wrecked.
I fucking love this.
Her frustration. Her fight. The way she tries to keep her attitude when she’s soaked and shaking and one flick away from begging.
My cock’s rock fucking hard, straining against my jeans like it’s trying to break through and take her now. I can already feel how tight she’ll be, how warm, how she’s going to fucking milk me dry the second I’m inside.
But not yet.
Not until I’ve dragged every whimper, curse, and plea from her perfect, filthy mouth.
“Fuck,” she pants, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging hard. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“After you come,” I growl, voice vibrating against her slick folds. “Twice.”
And then I suck her clit, hard.
She screams. And I fucking grin.
I pull back. Again.
She jerks, panting, wrecked. “You motherfucker—”
“Watch it,” I growl, mouth glistening with her slick as I look up at her. “You wanna come?”
“Obviously,” she snaps, grinding down like she’s trying to use my face without permission.
I pin her hips to the table. Hard. “Then fucking beg for it, Little Stray. Tell me how bad you want it. How bad you need it.”
She glares down at me, lips parted, breath ragged. “I swear to god, Riot, if you stop again I’m gonna slit your throat in your sleep.”
I grin. “Not until I’m ready. Not until I say so.”
Her body trembles, soaked and aching, and I go back in.
Tongue flicking, sucking, fucking her with my fingers until she arches off the edge of the booth. She moans louder now, desperate, one hand clawing at the mirror behind her, the other buried in my hair.
“Fuck, fuck, please—” she gasps, voice breaking.
I stop again.
Her cry is strangled. “Riot!”
I meet her eyes, slow and cruel. “Say it right.”
She swallows hard, defiant even as her legs shake.
“Please… please let me come,” she whispers, then louder, raw and dripping with need.
“Please, Riot, I need it. I need you. I need your mouth, your fingers, all of you, please, I’ll fucking scream for you.
I’ll do anything, just don’t stop again, please. ”
I hum low, satisfied. “That’s more like it.” And then I devour her. No mercy this time. I eat her like she’s mine because she is.
My fingers curl deeper, tongue dragging fast, lips sealed to her soaked, swollen pussy as I take her apart piece by piece.
She comes hard. Screaming my name, thighs locked around my head, body shaking violently as I pull every last drop out of her.
I don’t let up. I drink it down, licking every drop like a fucking reward. When she sags, I lift her up. She’s boneless, dazed, and I’m nowhere near done.
I shove her forward, hands on the pole, body arched just the way I want it. My belt’s undone in one rough motion, jeans shoved low. I wrap one hand tight in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as I line up and slam into her in one brutal thrust.
She chokes on a cry, nails scraping the pole for balance as I drive in deeper.
“You like that, Little Stray?” I rasp, voice rough against her ear. “That what you wanted? Me, buried in you, dragging moans out of your throat like they belong to me?”
All she can do is nod, whimpering, her whole body already shaking.
I bite down on her shoulder hard, marking her with my teeth, claiming every inch. She sobs and clenches around me like her body’s begging for more.
“God, Riot, please—”
I grunt, hips slamming into hers over and over, the filthy sound of our bodies echoing through the empty club. She’s soaked, pulsing around me with every thrust. My cock aches, hard enough to make me see red, but I don’t let go. I won’t, not yet.
Just when she starts to tip over the edge, I pull out.
“W-what—” she gasps, breath ragged.
I drop to my knees behind her, grab her thighs, and spread her wide. She’s trembling, soaked, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
I don’t warn her.
I bury my face between her legs, tongue dragging through her folds while my fingers slip inside her curling deep, slowly at first, then faster, harder. She screams.
Her thighs tremble around my head, body convulsing as I suck her clit, tongue relentless, fingers fucking her through it.
“Oh f-fuck, Riot, please—please don’t stop—” she cries out, her voice breaking.
“You gonna give it to me?” I growl against her pussy, mouth glistening with her slick. “Come for me, Sin. Right now. Let me feel it.”
She shatters with a sob, legs giving out, body collapsing against the pole as she falls apart on my fingers and tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—I’m coming—I can’t—”