Chapter 15 #3
His words hit me like a shockwave—my cunt clenches around Jasper’s fingers so tight he groans, losing that iron control for just a split second.
Jasper’s mouth twists into a wicked grin against my skin. “There it is,” he murmurs approvingly. “She fucking squeezes me every time you open your filthy mouth, Riot. You want to see her cum, then you better keep talking.”
Riot grins, dark eyes glued to where Jasper’s fingers disappear inside me.
“You want to cum, pretty thing? You want both of us to push you over the edge right here, with the world just a thin wall away? Let them hear you. Let Jasper feel how desperate you are to break his rules. Say it. Tell us you want to be ruined for everyone.”
Jasper’s hand tightens on my throat, dragging my mouth to his for a bruising kiss. “You’re mine. Never forget it. But you’re going to love making a mess for both of us, won’t you, baby?”
I moan an incoherent reply, torn between humiliation and hunger, already trembling on the edge as their words and hands drive me wild. The risk of getting caught only makes it hotter.
Riot’s thumb circles my clit, relentless, voice pitched low and nasty. “Look at you, fucking dripping. I bet you’d let me drop to my knees and eat you out right here if Jasper let me. You want both of us taking turns, filling every hole—don’t you, Hellcat?”
Oh, my fucking God.
My hips jerk, Jasper’s fingers thrusting deeper, curling until I’m seeing stars. I gasp, lost, and Riot’s eyes go even darker. “Jesus, she’s so fucking wet, Reign. Goddamnit, I wanna taste this pretty pussy so bad.”
Jasper snarls, possessive, and pulls my hair back so I have to look at them both. “You hear that? You want him on his knees for you, baby? Want him to watch me fuck you with my fingers until you scream? Is that what gets you off?”
I nod, too far gone to care who might hear. “Please, please—please, I want it. I want both of you.”
Riot’s hand slides lower, slipping two fingers in beside Jasper’s, stretching me, making me moan—louder than I should.
For a split second, Jasper freezes—eyes narrowed, jaw ticking so hard I swear I can feel it through his whole body.
He doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t stop. But I can feel the war inside him—his need to claim me for himself, to rip Riot’s hand away.
But then, he sees my face—my lips parted, the way I’m shaking, the complete mess I am for both of them.
Jasper’s grip tightens again. “Don’t get used to this,” he growls at Riot, but there’s a dark curiosity tangled in with the words. “You want to feel her cum? Don’t fucking push it.”
Riot’s breath is hot on my neck. “I can’t believe you’re letting me touch her like this. You gonna let me taste her too, Reign? Let me hear what she sounds like when we make her cum for us?”
Jasper’s fingers thrust deeper. “She’s mine. You can make her scream, but you do it on my terms.”
Riot focuses back on me. “You gonna make a mess all over our hands, Sawyer? You going to let me taste you off his fingers when you’re done?”
Jasper’s teeth graze my ear. “She’s about to. Fuck, she’s squeezing so tight, she can’t decide whose hand she wants more. That’s it, baby—show Riot what you look like when you cum for me. Let him see how much of a good girl you are for me.”
I’m right there, helpless, both of them working me until my body goes tense, ready to shatter. Riot leans in, lips at my throat, teeth just grazing the skin. “Cum for us, Temptress. Cum for both of us before you get us all caught.”
And just as I break apart, a sound—footsteps, voices- spills down the hall, dangerously close.
Riot covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries, Jasper’s hand pinning me against the wall, as he finger fucks me through the aftershocks, grinding into me so no one can see what’s happening if the curtain moves.
The world blurs as I come undone, owned by both of them.
The footsteps fade down the hall, the curtain swaying just enough to let the adrenaline keep spiking. Jasper doesn’t let up, hand still locked on my throat, fingers still working me until I’m limp in his hold.
Riot’s mouth lingers at my jaw, desperate. He glances at Jasper, breathless. “Let me taste her.”
Jasper slows his thrusts just a fraction, his eyes glittering with challenge. “You want to taste her, Riot?” His voice was deadly, a growl meant to break us both. “You want to know what it’s like when she cums for someone who actually knows how to handle her?”
Riot nods, shameless, licking his lips. “I’ll do anything, man. Just let me taste her.”
Jasper yanks Riot’s hand up, holding his wrist tight, just out of reach. His fingers were still slick from where they had been inside me next to Jasper’s. “Beg for it. Show her how fucking desperate you are.”
Riot doesn’t even hesitate. He’s wild, eyes black with need. “Please, Jasper. Let me taste her. Let me have her on my tongue. I want her—need her. You want to watch me fall apart for her? I’ll give you a show. Just let me fucking taste her, right now.”
Jasper lets go of his wrist as he watches me. “Go on, Riot. Clean your fucking hand. Let her see what she does to you.”
Riot doesn’t wait another second. His eyes burn into mine as he slides his fingers between his lips, slowly licking his fingers clean while never breaking eye contact with me. Jasper holds my chin in place, making sure I can’t look away, making sure Riot’s need is all I see.
“Fuck, Sawyer,” Riot groans, licking every trace of me from his skin. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. Next time, you’re going to cum on my tongue.”
Jasper’s grip on my jaw tightens, possessive and punishing. “Careful, Riot. She’s not yours. Not yet.”
Jasper leans in, voice at my ear. “When I let him have you, it’ll be on my terms.”
Riot smirks like he knows this is just a preview.
Before I can even catch my breath, Jasper pulls my skirt down and pulls me flush against him, shielding me as the curtain rustles with the sound of the next group coming through. Riot disappears into the shadows, mouth wiped clean, eyes promising things I’m not sure I’m ready for.