Chapter 24 #4
I fuck her mouth a little deeper, my hand never stopping its circles, loving the way she trembles for us. “You wanna cum for us, baby? Show us how much you love being used, worshipped, filled from both ends?”
She looks up at me, those pretty blue eyes watering, and I know she’s close—so close.
“Cum for us,” I order, thumb pressing down just a little harder. “Let Riot feel it. Make a mess all over his face while you choke on my cock. You’re ours now—every bit of you.”
She shudders, her whole body going tight as the orgasm rips through her, Riot moaning into her as he licks her through it. I groan, hips stuttering, everything raw and perfect.
Sawyer’s body is still shaking from her orgasm when Riot grabs her by the hips and flips her over, fast and hungry. One second, she’s limp and trembling; the next, she’s on her hands and knees between us, hair falling wild around her face.
Riot fists her hair, yanking her head back just enough to bare her throat to me, eyes locked on mine. He pushes her face toward my cock, his other hand sliding down to grip her ass.
“You ready for round two, Hellcat?” he growls, voice thick with heat.
She barely has time to gasp before he drives into her hard, making her body jolt forward, her mouth forced down onto my cock. My hips meet her lips and fuck—she takes all of me, choking just a little, eyes fluttering up at me with that desperate, wrecked look I crave.
I groan; the sight alone is almost enough to undo me. “Fuck, Sawyer… Riot, keep doing that.”
Riot flashes me a filthy, wicked grin—pure mischief and challenge. “You like that, Reign? Watch how deep she can take you when I fuck her good.”
He thrusts into her harder, each snap of his hips driving her mouth down onto me until her nose presses to my skin and I’m fighting every instinct not to lose it right then. “You look so good full of us, baby. Bet you could take both of us all night.”
Sawyer moans, the sound vibrating down my cock, her body surrendering to every filthy command.
Riot leans over her, voice right in her ear, but loud enough for me to hear. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. You wanna be our good girl? Wanna get fucked by both of us at once?”
He keeps thrusting, using her body to drive me deeper, his free hand smacking her ass, loving every sound she makes.
And I swear, there’s nothing in this world I want more than this—Sawyer, pinned and fucked between the two of us, every inch of her claimed and worshipped.
RIOT
Sawyer’s a vision—hair tangled, lips slick, eyes glazed with pleasure as I drive into her, using her body to swallow every inch of Jasper’s cock. She takes us both so fucking well, greedy and perfect and ours. I love watching her fall apart, love making her the center of everything we are.
Jasper’s got that look in his eye—dark, wild, barely holding on. He grits out, “My turn,” and I don’t even hesitate. I slow my hips and pull out, my hand is gentle in her hair, but my voice rough as gravel.
“She’s all yours, Reign,” I murmur, giving him a wicked grin. “Show her who she belongs to.”
Jasper hauls her up, flipping her onto her back with one smooth, practiced motion. He hooks her knees over his shoulders, lining himself up, and slides into her in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Sawyer’s head tips back, a moan torn straight from her chest.
“Fuck, Sawyer,” Jasper groans, his hands gripping her hips so tight I know she’ll feel it tomorrow. "Taking all of me—so fucking deep. Bet you missed this, didn’t you?”
I slide in behind her, propping myself on my side, running my hand along her thigh, not missing a single expression on her face as Jasper pounds into her, rough and relentless.
“She loves it,” I tease, breathless, voice hot in her ear. “She loves being fucked by you—being ruined by both of us.”
Jasper’s pace gets harder, his control slipping, eyes burning into Sawyer’s soul. “You’re not getting away from us.”
She cries out, body arching between us, and I can’t help but lean in, kissing her jaw, licking the sweat from her neck. “That’s it, Hellcat. Please take it. Give him everything.”
Jasper glances up, eyes wild, and for a second I see the truce between us—our need, our hunger, our love for her, tangled together.
And, fuck, I wouldn’t trade this for anything.
Jasper’s fucking her hard, hips snapping, breath ragged.
He’s so far gone I can see it in the way his jaw clenches, his knuckles white on Sawyer’s thighs.
She’s moaning, whimpering, barely able to take a breath between all the pleasure.
The look in her eyes is one of pure surrender, bliss, and madness rolled into one.
Jasper glances at me, sweat dripping down his temple, eyes black with need. “Get over here, Riot,” he growls, voice rough and commanding. “Let’s see if she can handle both of us again.”
That wicked spark flickers in my chest—I move quickly, crawling up beside Sawyer’s head, kissing her deep and dirty, tasting Jasper on her lips. I stroke myself, already painfully hard, watching her fall apart under Jasper’s hands.
Jasper pulls her hips closer to the edge of the bed, giving me room. “You ready for more, Trouble?” he asks, voice dark silk, his thumb brushing her cheek. “Want us both? Want to be filled so full you can’t even think?”
She nods, breathless, pupils blown wide. “Yes—please,” she begs, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I slide in behind Jasper, lining myself up at her entrance, feeling her squeeze around him. Jasper grins, pure sin, and slows his thrusts, holding her open for me.
“Go slow,” he tells me, but his tone is all challenge. “I want her to feel every inch. Want her to know she belongs to us.”
I push in, careful at first—her body stretches to take us both, so tight, so hot, and fuck, I almost lose it right there. Sawyer cries out, her nails digging into Jasper’s arms, her body shaking as we move together.
We find a rhythm—Jasper fucking her deep; me pushing in beside him, our bodies pressed tight, cocks sliding side by side inside her, making her take everything we have.
Jasper leans in, kissing her hard. “You’re perfect. You were made for this—for us.”
I growl into her ear, “That’s right, Hellcat. Take all of us. We’re not stopping until you can’t say a word.”
Sawyer’s moans turn to sobs, her body trembling as we push her higher and higher. Nothing else matters—not the world outside, not the chaos or fear—just this, just us, lost together in the mess we’ve made.
Jasper is pressed flush to Sawyer, both of us buried inside her, her whole body trembling from the stretch and the rhythm. She’s right on the edge, barely holding on, when I lean over and catch her chin, grinning against her lips.
“I got something just for you, Hellcat,” I whisper, my voice low and dark. “Never had a reason to use it—until now.”
She blinks, confusion turning to shock when I reach over to the nightstand and pull out a small, wicked little vibrator. Her eyes go wide. Jasper laughs, with that twisted, hungry sound he only makes when he’s lost in her.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take good care of you.”
I turn it on, the soft buzz filling the air, and press it right against her swollen clit. The second it touches her, her whole body jolts—she tries to pull away, legs shaking, panic and pleasure twisting together on her face.
“No, no, no—it’s too much—” she gasps, voice breaking.
We both grab her hips, holding her in place. Jasper leans down, his mouth at her ear, growling, “No, baby. You can do it. You can take it all for us.”
I keep the pressure steady, circling her clit with the vibrator as we both move, matching each other’s rhythm, driving into her together—deeper, harder, every thrust amplified by the pulse of the toy. My cock aches from the way she squeezes us, from the shockwaves rolling through her.
Sawyer’s losing it, babbling, “Oh God, oh God, oh—”
Jasper’s voice is a savage promise, cutting through the chaos. “There is no God in this room, Little Demon. And if there were, he couldn’t save you right now.”
She clenches around us, her body locking up so tight it’s almost painful—and then she screams, her whole body shaking, squirting hard, soaking both of us with wave after wave.
I groan, head falling back. “Fuck, man—she’s squirting all over us—”
Jasper’s grip goes brutal, his thrusts losing rhythm, both of us coming hard, hips pressed tight, filling her up as she writhes between us. The world goes white, nothing but heat, sweat, and Sawyer. Ruined and perfect, ours.
We collapse in a tangled heap, all three of us spent and shaking, breathless and wild, clinging to each other like it’s the only thing that matters.
And maybe it is.