Chapter 22 #2
“Trying to make us both lose it?”
I shake my head, but it’s a lie. I am. I want them to break me. I want to see them lose control because of me. I want them to ruin me.
“You want to cum?” Riot asks, voice all wicked silk.
I whimper around his cock, nodding, my eyes watering. I am shaking, my body stretched between pleasure and agony, and the taste of him on my tongue makes me hungrier.
Jasper’s fingers slide down, pressing hard on my clit—just the right spot, just the right pressure—and I jerk, my legs locking up, my body ready to let go—
“Don’t you dare,” Jasper growls, his grip on my throat tightening, making me dizzy with denial. “Goddamn, Riot, I can feel you in her throat.”
My eyes roll just as Riot pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop. Jasper grips my throat, making me look up at Riot. His eyes are fire, his jaw set. “No cumming yet, baby. We want it to ruin you.”
I’m panting now. Thighs shaking. Nails clawing at the sheets. I can barely see, my vision swimming, the need so sharp it hurts.
“Please, God—let me fucking cum, you bastards.”
Jasper laughs as he pulls out, making me sob at the emptiness, and flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing. Riot’s there instantly, licking his fingers as he slides two back inside me, deep and slow. He’s not gentle—pushing right where it hurts, making me arch and beg.
He curls them just right, eyes locked on mine, his other hand fisting in my hair, keeping me there, pinned and helpless.
“I think she’s losing it, Jasper. You feel close, baby?” Riot asks, his voice all smoke and sin.
I nod desperately, hips grinding down on his hand.
Jasper stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock, just watching. His eyes are molten, devouring every twitch in my body like it’s his favorite movie, like he can’t get enough.
“You gonna beg for it?” Riot teases, tongue flicking over his lip.
“I already—please—” I gasp, holding back every fucked up insult I want to hurl at them. I’m grinding into his hand, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes. “I need to cum. I need—”
Jasper smirks, dark and hungry. “You’ll get it,” Riot pulls his fingers out. Leaves me empty again. “Just not yet.”
I’m trembling. Slick. Desperate. Burning. My whole body is a live wire, strung so tight I think I might break.
But I don’t move. I breathe.
You can do this, Sawyer. This is what you’ve always wanted.
I want to be good. I want them to reward me.
“Riot,” Jasper says, voice low and dark, pure threat and promise. “Do what I do.”
They both slide down my body like shadows with a shared purpose—to ruin me.
Jasper is on his knees first, hands spreading me open as he kisses the inside of my thigh like it’s sacred.
Riot follows his every move, trailing behind him like a mirror.
His tongue dances across the skin just behind Jasper’s, licking my other thigh like he’s tasting temptation itself, teasing me with the heat of his breath and the scrape of his teeth.
My hips lift off the bed without permission, chasing their mouths, chasing friction, chasing relief.
I lean up on my elbows, because there is no fucking way I’m missing this—two of the hottest, filthiest men I’ve ever met—on their knees for me.
Jasper reaches the slick, aching mess between my legs first. He groan just before his tongue dives in—slow, then deep, fucking me with it like he wants me to remember the shape of his mouth for the rest of my life.
Riot moves beside him, tongue swirling lazy circles over my clit, switching places with Jasper, their mouths and tongues alternating, teasing, overwhelming me with sensation.
Jasper flicks my clit, and Riot sucks it. Jasper groans—Riot moans.
I want to shatter—but they won’t let me break.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp, thighs trembling as they work me together like I’m their favorite meal.
Then it happens.
They both look up at me at the same time. Cheek to cheek. Mouths soaked. Eyes burning. So wrapped up in me.
And then—fuck—
Their tongues meet.
It’s accidental, but they don’t pull away. They don’t even flinch.
Their tongues slide together, hot and wet, swirling and dragging over my clit like it’s the center of the universe.
Oh, my fucking God.
Jasper’s fingers dig into my hips to keep me still.
Riot growls against my core, the vibration sending me right to the edge, and neither of them stops.
Their tongues move in sync, sliding against each other, sharing me, tasting each other.
The filthiest, most obscene thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s happening to me.
“Look at her,” Riot mutters against my skin, breath hot and shaky, his voice pure sin. “She’s fucking losing it.”
Jasper’s lips curl into a wicked smile, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate circles that make me see stars. “She’s so desperate… She’s going to beg again,” he says, voice low and cruel, “because I want to hear it. I want the whole fucking house to hear how desperate she is. ”
Riot bites my inner thigh, just enough to make me yelp. “You want to cum, pretty girl? Say it. Beg for your boys. Make it filthy.”
I’m crying now, wrecked, voice broken. “Please—please, I need it—need to come, need your mouths, your fingers, anything, I’ll do anything!”
Jasper pulls back just enough to speak, voice dark and commanding, his eyes never leaving mine. “You think you’ve earned it, Trouble?”
Riot’s tongue is still teasing me and torturing me, slow, relentless.
“I—I don’t—please—” I’m fully crying now.
Jasper looks at him, eyes full of something savage. “What do you think, Riot? She ready?”
Riot grins, lips still slick from me, eyes wild. “I want her to scream so loud everyone in this fucking house knows who owns her.”
Jasper strokes my thigh, dragging his fingers through the mess they’ve made of me. “You hear that, baby? He wants you to scream for us. You gonna do that? Or do I need to keep you here until you have no voice left?”
I shake my head violently. “God, please let me cum, fucking let me cum.”
Jasper’s fingers thrust inside just as Riot leans in, tongue swirling right over my clit again, slow and devastating. “Give it to us, Angel. Show us how you come for two.”
I lose it.
My body bows off the bed, legs shaking violently as I scream their names, their tongues working me through wave after wave until I can’t tell where I end and they begin.
My vision blurs, the world going white as I break—truly break—crying, gasping, every muscle seizing, everything spilling out of me for them.
Jasper groans, biting my thigh, leaving his mark. “That’s it, Little Demon. Fucking perfect. Ours.”
Riot’s voice is thick, almost reverent as he kisses up my stomach. “That’s what I wanted. You completely fucking ruined.”
I’m sobbing now, shaking, but they aren’t done.
Not even close.
I’m already trembling, muscles burning from holding myself up, sticky with sweat and lust. But there’s no hiding, no holding back, not with both of them pressed so tight around me.
Riot slides into me, stretching me open, every inch slow, deliberate, making me feel every ridge and vein.
He grins, that cocky little smirk lighting up his face as he sinks deep, his hips pressed against my ass.
I try to rock against him, desperate for friction, but Jasper’s hand is at my throat, pinning me steady.
“Easy, baby,” Jasper growls, his mouth against my ear, breath hot and ragged. “Let him take his time. You’re not getting shit unless we give it to you.”
Riot moves in long, unhurried strokes, dragging out every second, making my head spin. I’m whimpering, half-crazed, begging under my breath.
“That’s it, Hellcat,” Riot murmurs, fucking me so slow I want to scream, hands squeezing my ass. “You love how we fill you up, don’t you? I want you to remember this every time you close your eyes tonight.”
Jasper’s fingers flex, just a little pressure at my throat, enough to make me dizzy. “Look at me,” he orders, and I do—his eyes black and bottomless, hungry enough to swallow me whole. “You make the prettiest fucking sounds, you know that? But I want more. I want you screaming for us.”
I gasp as Riot thrusts a little deeper, hitting that spot, and Jasper leans in, wiping tears away. “You’re taking his cock so damn good. Nobody else gets to hear the way you beg. Scream for us, baby.”
I’m so close, every nerve ending set on fire, and then Riot pulls out and Jasper takes his place—slamming into me hard and fast, no mercy, no more slow torture. I arch, crying out, vision going white as his hips crash against mine.
Riot crouches beside me, fingers tangling in my hair. “You look so fucking pretty getting ruined by him, Angel. You’re perfect like this—wrecked and messy and all ours.”
Riot’s hand tightens at my throat, possessive, unyielding. Jasper is still moving inside me, slow as sin, his grip bruising my hips, his mouth pressed to my neck.
But then Jasper leans forward, biting out, “I’m done waiting. Let her cum for me, Riot.”
Riot snarls, refusing to give in. “She’ll cum for me first, Reign.”
Jasper’s fingers flex, dragging my mouth to his. “You think so? I decide when she falls apart.”
I moan, dizzy from the tug-of-war, from the way they both claim me with every word and touch. Riot’s hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to meet his eyes. “We could fight all night. Or—”
He glances at Jasper, a wicked grin breaking across his face. “—We could make her take us both at the same time. The first time we do this, I won’t miss it. I want to see her shatter for both of us.”
Both of them inside me at the same time? My eyes almost bug out of my head. I want to say ’No way in hell will that work’, but it sounds too fucking hot to turn down.
Jasper groans, rolling his eyes, but the look on his face is feral—hungry. “Fucking hell, Riot. Our cocks are gonna touch.”
Riot shrugs, wild and reckless. “Don’t act like you’re not curious. You want to watch her cum with both of us inside her, don’t you?”