Chapter 20 #2
“In the stairwell, I felt you clench around my finger so fucking tight.” Riot’s hand was between Cass’s thighs, sliding through the mess of slick. “I wanted to add another. And another. I wanted to see how many you could take before you fucking broke.”
“Riot, please—”
“And in the car...” Riot’s voice dropped, ragged and dark. “You were half-asleep. Barely conscious. And I couldn’t stop touching you. Know what I whispered while you were too out of it to hear?”
Cass shook his head frantically, tears already leaking from his eyes.
“Told you I was gonna spread these pretty legs and eat your sloppy little hole until you were sobbing.” Two fingers pushed inside without warning, and Cass cried out, not from pain, but from the sudden fullness.
The stretch. The way his body opened around Riot’s fingers like it had been waiting for exactly this.
“Oh!” The sound escaped him, high and broken. “Oh, that’s—”
“That’s what you needed.”
Cass couldn’t respond. He could barely think. It was overwhelming; Riot’s fingers thick inside him, sending that tickling ache shooting up his spine with every tiny movement.
“I told you I’d get you so wet and loose I could slide right in.” Riot’s fingers curled, searching, and Cass felt pressure building somewhere deep. “That you’d be so fucked out you wouldn’t even fight it.”
“Riot—” Something was happening inside him, that climbing feeling again.
“I told you how pretty you’d look choking on my cock. Gagging on it. Tears running down your face while I fucked your throat.” Riot’s fingers found some spot that made Cass’s entire body jerk like he’d been electrocuted. “There it is.”
“What—” Cass gasped and writhed. “What is that—what are you—”
Riot pressed against it again, and Cass’s vision sparkled around the edges. “That’s the spot that’s gonna make you fall apart.”
He started rubbing it in slow circles, and Cass forgot how to breathe. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to be rewiring itself, pleasure radiating out from that single point of pressure until he was shaking with it.
Cass shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. It was becoming too much. It was overwhelming. The pleasure was building and building, pressure coiling tight in his belly, and he didn’t know what to do with it or where it was supposed to go.
“Please—” Cass didn’t know what he was begging for. His whole body felt like it was going to shake apart. “Please, something’s happening—”
“I know.” Riot pressed harder against that spot, and Cass keened. “I know something’s happening. You’re gonna cum, princess. Let go and cum for me.”
But Cass couldn’t. The sensation was too big, too overwhelming, and there was something terrifying about the feeling he was approaching, like standing on a cliff with nothing but darkness below.
“I can’t!” He was crying harder now, his body shaking. “I can’t, it’s too scary, I don’t know what’s going to happen!”
The feeling was going to swallow him whole. His body drew inward, as tight as a bowstring, every muscle trembling, and Riot’s fingers just kept moving.
“Cum for me, Cass.” Riot’s voice dropped into command, his hand tightening on Cass’s throat. “Let go. Cum on my fingers like a good boy.”
“Riot—”
“Now, Cass.”
The edge dissolved beneath him, and Cass fell.
It was terrifying. It was annihilating. His body seized so hard it hurt, his back arching off the cold tile, every muscle locking tight as pleasure crashed through him in waves he couldn’t control.
He heard himself making sounds, felt wetness flooding out of him and splashing up onto his stomach, felt his inner muscles clamping down on Riot’s fingers in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
It went on and on. Just when he thought it was ending, another wave would crash through him, and he was drowning again. His thoughts scattered. There was nothing but sensation; pleasure and release and the feeling of being torn apart and remade all at once.
Somewhere in the middle of it, a word ripped from his throat that he’d never said before in his life.
“FUCK!”
The curse exploded out of him, shocking and profane, mixed with sobs and broken moans as his body shook around Riot’s fingers.
When it finally ended, Cass was empty. Every muscle was lax.
His mind was blank, scoured clean by pleasure.
He could feel Riot’s fingers still inside him, but he couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think. He was distantly aware of Riot’s tongue lapping at his stomach, but he was still trying to convince his eyes to focus.
“Holy shit,” Riot breathed, and there was wonder in his voice. “That was... fuck, princess.”
“Wha—” Cass’s throat felt bone dry. He tried again. “What was that?”
“That was an orgasm.” Riot pressed a kiss to his wet cheek. “That’s what your body was trying to do.”
“Orgasm,” Cass repeated, the word strange on his tongue. “That’s what that’s called?”
“Yeah. Cumming. Same thing.” Riot’s laugh was soft, almost disbelieving. “Did you just say fuck?”
Even through the haze, Cass felt his face flame. “I didn’t mean to—it just came out—I’ve never—”
“Say it again.”
Cass’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding. “Fuck?”
Riot groaned like he’d been punched in the gut. “Again. Louder.”
“Fuck—” The word felt forbidden and thrilling. “Fuck, fuck—”
“Shit…” Riot’s whole body shuddered against him. “Hearing that word come out of your innocent little mouth—fuck—like corrupting a goddamn angel—”
“Is that bad?”
“It’s so fucking good I almost came in my—” Riot cut himself off, breathing hard. His fingers were still inside Cass, and Cass could feel him trembling—not with gentleness, but with something barely restrained. “I need—I need to—”
Riot pulled his fingers free and sat back on his heels, his hands shaking as they went to his pants. The sound of a zipper. The rustle of fabric. And then he was pulling himself free, and Cass’s entire body went cold.
He’d felt it before. Through clothes. Pressed against him. He knew Riot was big.
But seeing it…
It was huge. Thick and flushed and angry-looking, already wet at the tip, and it was terrifying. Cass’s post-orgasm haze shattered as understanding crashed through him. This is what the Elders meant. “Becoming one sacred form.” This is what goes inside.
That wasn’t going to fit. There was no way that was going to fit inside him. The fingers had been overwhelming enough, and this was—this was so much more—
Riot was moving over him, one hand braced by his head, the other wrapped around that impossible length. His eyes were entirely gold and his expression made Cass’s stomach drop.
He didn’t look like Riot anymore.
He looked hungry.
“Riot…” Cass’s voice came out strangled. “That’s not going to fit.”
“Shh.” Riot’s free hand gripped Cass’s thigh, spreading him wider. His voice had gone strange. “Just relax. Gonna make it fit. Gonna stretch this tight little hole open and—”
“No!” Real fear sliced through him. Cass tried to close his legs, but Riot was between them and immovable. “No, wait—I’m not—I can’t—”
“You can.” Riot wasn’t looking at his face. He was staring down at the space between Cass’s legs, positioning himself, and the head of it brushed against Cass’s entrance.
“Riot, stop!” Cass pushed at his chest, but it was like pushing against stone. “Please, I’m not ready—it’s too big—”
Riot didn’t seem to hear him. His hips pressed forward, and Cass felt the pressure, blunt and huge and wrong, against his entrance.
“Been so patient,” Riot growled, more to himself than to Cass. “Been so fucking patient. But you smell so good and you’re so wet—and I just need to—”
“RIOT!” Cass’s voice cracked as he scraped his nails down Riot’s chest. “I’m scared!”
The gold flickered as Riot blinked, his whole body shuddering. His jaw clenched so hard Cass could hear his teeth grind. The pressure against Cass’s entrance eased.
“Please,” Cass whispered, tears streaming down his face. “Please, I don’t want to run from you for real. I just—I’m scared.” The words were simple and honest. Not a rejection, just the truth.
Riot squeezed his eyes shut. For a long, terrible moment, Riot just stayed frozen above him, his whole body shaking. Cass could feel him still pressing against him, could feel how badly Riot wanted to push forward.
But he didn’t.
Slowly, agonizingly, Riot pulled back a bit. His eyes were still more gold than green, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He looked down at himself, hard and leaking, and something like sad humor passed across his face.
“Can’t just…” He laughed, but it sounded painful. “Can’t just make it go away. Need to—”
He looked at Cass, and more of the gold receded as a softness surfaced.
“There’s something else,” he said, his voice strained. “Something that won’t hurt you. Just need to—need to feel you while I—”
He repositioned himself over Cass, pressing them together. The contact made both of them gasp.
“Gonna rub against you,” Riot gritted out, already moving. The friction was overwhelming on Cass’s spent flesh. He whimpered, his body twitching away instinctively, but Riot’s hand clamped down on his hip, holding him in place.
“Too much—” Cass gasped, grabbing at Riot’s arms.
“I know.” Riot grumbled as he wrapped his hand around both of them. He started to move, stroking them both, his hips rolling in a slow rhythm that dragged against Cass’s oversensitive flesh. “You can take it. Just a little more.”
Cass whimpered, his hands flying to Riot’s forearms, gripping hard.
It was too much. The friction against him, the heat of Riot’s length pressed against his, the sounds of their bodies moving together.
But underneath the discomfort, the feeling was stirring again. That building, tingling, tickling itch.
“Riot—” Cass moaned. “It’s happening again…I don’t think I can—”
“You can.” Riot’s hand sped up, his hips snapping harder. “Just one more. Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” Cass whimpered. “I already—it’s too soon—”
Riot leaned down, his mouth brushing Cass’s ear. “You’re so good for me. Feel that? Feel yourself getting hard again in my hand?”
It was true. Despite the oversensitivity, despite everything, Cass could feel himself twitching and filling, his body chasing pleasure even through the discomfort.
“That’s it.” Riot panted. “That’s my good boy, you’re doing so fucking good for me. I’m gonna cover this pretty little body in my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.”
He throbbed against Riot, the slick glide amplifying every pulse, every grind, until it felt like his entire world narrowed to that burning point of contact.
Cass could feel it building, impossibly, another wave cresting, fiercer and faster.
His body arched, every muscle locking as Riot’s hand sped up, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. “I’m—again—fuck—!”
“Cum for me,” Riot gasped against Cass’s lips. “Cum for me. Right fucking now.”
Cass shattered.
It wasn’t as intense as the first time, but it was still devastating. His back arched, his vision sparked, and he felt himself pulsing weakly just as Riot went rigid above him.
Riot let out a broken groan, hot wetness spilling over both of them.
It landed on Cass’s stomach, his chest, his throat, pulse after pulse while Riot shook apart, the gold fading from his eyes as he slowly stilled, panting hard.
Riot collapsed beside him, chest heaving, and when Cass turned his head to look at him, his eyes were fully green again. Human. Exhausted. Almost vulnerable.
“That’s…” Cass touched the mess on his chest, rubbing the sticky warmth between his fingers. “That’s cum?”
“Yeah.” Riot was still breathing hard, but his voice was steady now. More him. “That’s—when someone cums, that’s what—shit—” He laughed weakly. “That’s cum.”
“Cum,” Cass repeated, testing the word on his tongue. It felt dirty and thrilling. “I made you... cum?”
“You made me cum so hard I saw stars.” Riot pressed a kiss to his forehead, achingly gentle after everything. “You okay?”
“I’m...” Cass searched for words. His body ached. His mind was quiet for the first time in what felt like forever. Part of him was still shaken by what had almost happened, but Riot had stopped.
“I didn’t know bodies could do that,” Cass said finally. “Any of that. The... the orgasm. The twice.” He paused. “The stopping.”
Something complicated moved across Riot’s face at that last part.
“There’s more,” he said quietly. “So much more. I’m gonna show you everything.” His arms came around Cass, pulling him close despite the mess. “If you want.”
“I want.” The words came out immediately. Then, quieter: “You’ll stay?”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Riot’s heartbeat was steady against Cass’s cheek, slowing gradually.
Cass wanted to say something else—thank you, or I trust you, or something bigger he couldn’t name. But exhaustion was pulling him under, and Riot was warm and solid around him. It felt safe.
Really, truly safe.
Then everything went soft and quiet, and Cass let himself close his eyes.