Chapter 22
SAWYER
My heart’s beating out of my chest by the time I stop in front of Jasper’s door. I haven’t even touched the knob, and I already feel them on the other side—waiting, hunting, plotting what they’ll do to me when I walk in.
I twist the handle with trembling fingers. The door shuts softly behind me, sealing me in with all that tension.
And then I see them.
Riot sprawled across Jasper’s pillows like he owns the bed, legs wide, cock straining against his sweats in a way that makes my breath stumble.
His gaze crawls up my body, slow and shameless, drinking in every inch of skin I forgot I was showing.
That smirk—God, it’s pure sin. Like he’s already replaying every whimper from the movie, plotting how to drag louder, messier sounds out of me until I can’t breathe.
Jasper’s a study in contrast. He’s on his feet, broad shoulders rolled forward, tattoos cut in shadow and gold from the lamp. His jaw ticks, but it’s his eyes that undo me—dark, ravenous, obsessed. They pin me to the floor, strip me bare, make my knees threaten to give.
“Come here,” Jasper says quietly, the command curling around my throat like a silk noose.
My fingers shake, but I do what he says.
Riot licks his bottom lip, eyes lit with hunger. “Look at her, Reign. She’s shaking, and we haven’t even touched her yet.”
“She wants to be touched,” Jasper murmurs, rough and dark, lips grazing my ear. “Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe, the need heavy in my throat.
“That’s not how you ask,” Riot cuts in, voice dripping dangerous tease. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, biceps flexing. “Beg for it. We earned this.”
My throat works, bone-dry. “Please… touch me. I need it. I can’t wait anymore.”
They move at once.
Jasper grabs my hips, spinning me until my back slams against his chest. His hands are everywhere—possessive, greedy—sliding up my stomach, molding over my ribs. His lips graze my ear, voice a growl. “We’ve been so fucking patient with you.”
Riot drops to his knees in front of me, palms trailing up my thighs, thumbs pushing my shorts higher until he’s gripping the backs of my legs.
His voice is fire against my skin. “You know how hard it was watching you squirm through that movie? Your thighs pressed together, trying to hide what you wanted. We were dying to drag you out of there and ruin you in front of them all.”
Jasper’s hand slides higher, fingers brushing just beneath my bra, feathering the swell of my breast. “Say the word, and we’ll take our time breaking you in.”
Riot looks up at me, eyes blazing, smirk dangerous. “Or say nothing. Let us do the talking tonight, sweetheart.”
Desperation claws through me, and I nod, surrendering.
Riot tugs my shorts down slowly, peeling me open like he’s unwrapping his favorite sin. Jasper’s rougher—yanking my shirt up and over my head with a growl, tossing it away like he can’t stand a barrier between us.
I’m left trembling, bare, caught in the hungry pull of both of them.
Riot’s palms skim my hips, fingers digging deep enough to bruise. “Fucking perfect. All ours.”
That word. That claim.
It doesn’t scare me.
It sets me on fire.
Riot’s on his knees, mouth open, tongue tracing fire up my inner thigh. He’s slow, methodical, worshipping me with every kiss. Jasper spins me until I’m facing the bed, firm hands urging me forward.
“Hands down, baby. Arch your back,” Jasper commands, his voice sharp as a whip.
I do it—palms flat on the mattress, spine curving, legs parted shamelessly for them.
The air is electric, every second stretched tight.
Riot’s growl vibrates against my thigh. “She’s soaked, Jasper. She wants both of us. She wants to be full and fucked and devoured.”
Jasper leans in, breath hot against my ear. “You want that, baby? Want us both inside you, using you, making you scream?”
My voice is nothing, but a broken whimper. “Yes. Please. Please—”
Riot’s mouth finally claims my pussy, tongue plunging deep, slow at first, then lashing up to my clit with a dirty, practiced flick that makes my knees buckle.
Jasper steadies me with one arm around my waist, the other sliding up to fist in my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still. Don’t move unless we tell you. Or we’ll tie you down and really make you beg.”
I whimper, back arching, as Riot flattens his tongue and sucks hard, sending sparks shooting up my spine. His fingers slide inside me, two at first, then three, pumping deeply, stretching me wide.
“She’s so tight,” Riot groans, not stopping his assault. “God, I want to feel her choke on both our cocks. Want to see her ruined.”
Jasper’s voice is pure danger, breath hot on my skin. “She wants to cum on your tongue, Riot. In one minute, if she hasn’t, then she’s gonna kneel on this bed and take my cock like the good fucking girl she is, while you fuck her mouth.”
I whine, desperate and begging. “Please,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”
Riot just smirks at me, mouth pure fucking sin. His tongue is ruthless, lips wrapped around my clit as he sucks so hard I see stars behind my eyes. The sound he makes is possessive—almost mean—like he wants me to come undone just from his mouth, to remember it every time I close my eyes.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I start to cum, thighs trembling, hips bucking against his face.
Jasper fists a hand in my hair and yanks me up before I can cum, my orgasm falling away from me. He forces my back to arch, my body strung tight between their hands. “You didn’t make it, so not yet. You hold that orgasm, Little Sin. Don’t even think about cumming until we say so.”
“I can’t—” I whimper.
“You can.” His voice is in my ear, breath hot, cock hard pressed against his sweatpants. “You’ll do exactly what we tell you. Won’t you, baby?”
Riot pulls back just enough to let his fingers replace his tongue—two, then three, pumping deep, curling until my vision whites out. He’s not gentle. Not now. Not after what I’ve begged for.
“She’s already dripping,” Riot says, voice rough and filthy. “Her tight little cunt’s begging for cock. You feel that, Reign? She’s soaked for us.”
My whole body clenches at their words, my mind splintering with need.
Jasper moves around me, thumb almost entering my spit-slicked lips. “You said you wanted both of us, didn’t you, baby? Wanted to be used, filled up, ruined?”
I nod, dazed and needy. “Yes—please—”
“Then get on the bed. Face down. Arch that pretty ass for me.”
I scramble up, heart pounding, body already shaking.
I barely get into position before Jasper is there—his palm soothing down my back, then sliding between my thighs, testing how ready I am.
I feel the broad, smooth head of his cock dragging through my arousal, teasing me. I whimper, needy and lost.
“Fuck. Riot, look at her. This pussy’s perfect. So wet I can hear it.” He taps the head of his cock against my pussy twice, and the sound is obscene.
“She’s always been perfect. But tonight? She’s ours to fucking wreck.”
Jasper pushes in—one slow, brutal thrust—stretching me, filling me until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel. I cry out, clutching at the sheets.
“That’s it,” Jasper snarls, fingers biting into my hips, holding me right where he wants me.
He sets a punishing rhythm, and at the same time, Riot moves up the bed until he’s on his knees in front of me, cock already in his fist, thick and leaking, the veins standing out as he strokes himself. His eyes are pure hunger.
“You said you wanted me in your throat, Angel?” Riot taunts, voice thick and raw. “Show me. Open up, and don’t fucking stop.”
I do, mouth open, tongue out. He groans—dark and filthy—as I wrap my lips around him, sucking him deep until my eyes water. His hand finds my hair, holding me there, controlling the pace. He doesn’t shove—he doesn’t have to. I want this.
Jasper fucks me harder, hips slapping my ass, sweat slicking my skin. Every thrust sends me forward on Riot’s cock, making me gag around him in the most delicious, filthy way.
Riot hisses, fucking gently into my mouth, letting me control how deep he goes. “She’s fucking perfect, Reign. Look at her—eyes all glassy, drool on her chin, ass bouncing with every thrust. You love this, don’t you, baby? You love letting us ruin you.”
I moan around him; the sound vibrating through his shaft, making him twitch. He groans, pulling me deeper, not letting up.
Riot groans deep in his chest as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and behind me, Jasper is unrelenting.
Every thrust is slow, then hard, then deep.
He knows what he’s doing. He knows exactly what I need—and exactly how not to give it to me.
Each time he drags out, he waits just a second too long before slamming back in, making my body seize with need.
My cheeks are wet, and I don’t know if it’s spit, tears, or just the messy, desperate pleasure they’re wringing out of me.
“Goddamn,” Jasper grits out, voice strained, dark with praise and possessiveness. “Pretty little slut with a mouth full of Riot and my cock splitting you open.”
Riot hisses, his voice gone rough and desperate. “She’s fucking incredible, Reign.”
Just then, Riot reaches over me, rubbing his hands down my back until he gets to my ass, and he pulls them back. Opening me up wider for Jasper, while also suffocating me with his cock.
“Fuck yes, Riot. Spread her open for me.” Then Jasper’s thumb rubs against my asshole.
The image of this makes me clench around Jasper at the same time I moan around Riot, the sound vibrating through his shaft, making him twitch in my mouth. He tastes like sweat and sin, salty and a little sweet, and I swallow him deeper, greedy for every filthy reaction he gives me.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, letting go and raising back up. “She just did that on purpose.”
Jasper leans forward, his chest flush with my back, skin burning hot. One hand snakes up and wraps around my throat again—his signature hold. His lips press against my ear, the heat of his breath making me shudder.