Chapter 36 #3
I nod now, throat too tight to speak. Jasper bends to kiss Riot—open-mouthed, their tongues tangling. When they pull away, they both lower their masks. And my whole body is shaking, my pussy throbbing with need.
Jasper grabs a fistful of my hair on one side, Riot on the other, both of them jerk me up and hold me in place, entirely at their mercy. My wrists are still bound behind my back, my body already shaking with anticipation.
Riot drags his cock across my lips, smearing them with his pre-cum.
“Open up, Angel,” he commands. I obey, and he slides into my mouth, groaning as he fucks my throat.
His mask is locked on my face so I know he’s watching me.
He doesn’t go easy, either—he uses me, choking me until I’m drooling, my mascara already smeared.
Then Jasper tugs my head away from Riot’s cock and brings me to his. “Her mouth looks better on mine,” he growls, pushing his cock between my lips, making me gag as he thrusts deep, his free hand stroking my cheek. “That’s it, baby. Show us how much you want it.”
They move me back and forth between them, holding me by the hair, each claiming my mouth in turn. Their filthy praise raining down on me as I struggle to breathe, to please them, to take everything.
“You ever imagine two men using you like this, Little Demon? Your wrists tied, your mouth full of cock and not a thing you can do but take it?”
I whine, nodding as much as I can with my mouth full of Jasper. Then he shoves me back, my arms aching when I hit the ground, hair tangled in leaves and dirt.He spreads my legs wide before dragging his tongue over my pussy, licking and sucking, driving me insane.
Riot moves to straddle my chest, his cock heavy above my lips. He grabs my jaw, fingers bruising as he makes sure I’m looking at his masked face. “Open up,” he demands. “Let me fuck this tight little throat.”
I open willingly, tongue out. Riot wastes no time, guiding himself past my lips, cock sliding deep into my throat. He claims my mouth, hips rocking, balls slapping my chin as he fucks me from above.
Jasper sinks into me, stretching me to the edge of pain. “That’s it, baby,” he grits, hands spreading my thighs wider. "Let him use that perfect mouth while I destroy your pussy.” He thrusts hard, every inch grinding me into the dirt, pinning me down as Riot holds my face, shoving even deeper.
I choke, spit running out of my mouth and down my cheeks.
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as Riot fucks my throat.
He’s staring down at me with a savage grin.
“My perfect whore, so messy—so fucking hungry for both of us. Maybe I’ll cum down your throat while Jasper fills you up.
Think you can handle getting filled at both ends? ”
I try to nod, but I can’t move at all.
Jasper’s pace gets rougher, his cock slamming into me, one hand pressing my stomach flat, the other wrapped around my thigh, pulling me back to meet every thrust. “You look so good getting fucked in the dirt. Fucking filthy.”
Riot’s hand holds me tight as he ruts against my lips, voice a broken rasp. “Breathe, baby. You’re doing so fucking good. You want us to finish in you? You want to swallow every drop?”
All I can do is moan around Riot, body shaking, ruined by pleasure and pain and their filthy words—my world reduced to dirt, cock, and need.
Jasper groans. “You’re ours, Sawyer. Say it, even with your mouth full.”
Riot pulls out just enough to let me gasp, “Yours—fuck—I’m yours, both of you, always—”
“Good girl. Now take all of us.” Riot slams back into my mouth, forcing me to swallow him down. Jasper’s hips snap into me, relentless, every thrust sending me higher, until my vision blurs with need.
“God, you’re so tight, clenching around my cock,” Jasper grits out. “I’m so close.”
I gag around Riot, and my body’s already unraveling. The dirt scrapes my back, my hands are aching from still being tied, every inch of me stretched and filled and owned. It feels so fucking good.
Riot’s pace stutters, his cock swelling against my tongue. “Fuck, baby—I’m gonna cum—swallow it, all of it—”
Jasper doesn’t let up, his hand finds my clit and rubs fast circles with just the right amount of pressure. “Cum, Sawyer. Be our good little slut and cum for us while we fill you up.”
I clench around him, screaming around Riot’s cock as my orgasm crashes over me. I’m clenching so tight around Jasper that he chokes on a curse and spills inside me. Riot groans, hips jerking as he empties down my throat, making me swallow again and again, the taste of him salty and perfect.
They keep moving, dragging it out, milking every last wave from me until I’m shaking, wrung out, used up. Riot pulls out, letting me gasp for air, spit and cum dribbling down my chin.
Jasper collapses beside me, tugging my wrists free. “Good girl. Always.”
Riot wipes my mouth with his thumb, smearing cum and spit from earlier across my cheek. He removes his mask to kiss my forehead. “You’re a fucking legend, Hellcat. No one will ever touch you like we do.”
We lay tangled in the dirt, bodies bruised and aching, but feeling content with my fantasy now being my reality.
***
Jasper
When we make it back inside, Sawyer heads straight for the shower She’s got blood and dirt streaked all over her thighs, my teeth marks shining purple at her neck, Riot’s fingerprints painted across her hips. She’s humming under her breath—content, sated, a little feral.
Riot and I end up in the kitchen, moving around each other with the practiced ease of two men who’ve lived in close quarters with others for way too long. I’m digging out pots, and Riot’s tossing together something halfway edible.
He snickers. “You ever think we’ll top any of those fucked-up smut books she reads?”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile. “I think we blew a few right out of the water tonight. Should we go through her Kindle, see which ones are worth acting out?”
Riot grins, wicked. “Shit, we’ll run out of plot twists before we run out of kinks. She’ll never be able to look at a mask the same way again.”
The silence stretches. I’m stirring pasta, almost enjoying the quiet, when Riot can’t help himself.
“So… be honest, man. Was I any good at sucking dick for my first time?”
I drop the spoon, and turn to glare at him. “Don’t start.”
He shrugs, a devilish spark in his eyes. “Hey, come on. She ate it up. You saw her. If we’d fucked out there, she would’ve lost her goddamn mind. I mean, you saw her face.”
I shake my head, but I’m grinning. “Keep talking and you’ll be making dinner for a month.”
Riot leans back against the counter totally unfazed. “I’m just saying, man—if it’s for Sawyer, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. She could ask for anything and I’d probably say yes.”
“You just want to get fucked, Riot. That’s what it’s sounding like.”
He barks out a laugh, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Bro, I never thought I’d do half the shit we did out there, but… did you see her? The look on her face?” He shakes his head, smile turning almost reverent. “I’d do anything she asked.”
I stare at him, shaking my head. “You’re out of your mind.”
Riot just shrugs, grabbing plates and loading them with food. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m in love and I know what I want. And I want her happy. That means we’re both gonna have to get a little creative, Reign.”
I roll my eyes, but there’s no hiding the way my chest tightens at his words and the thought that none of us are ever going to be the same after this.
“Just don’t start writing your own smut novel,” I mutter, handing him a fork. “We’ve got our hands full living it.”
He clinks his fork against mine. “To Sawyer’s wildest fantasies and to us for having the balls to live them out.”
I let myself imagine that maybe this dark, chaotic, beautifully fucked-up little family is exactly what I needed.