Page 231 of Hymns of the Broken
Jasper moves his arms under my knees, hauling me to the edge, mouth already hot on my inner thigh. “Let us help, then.”
Riot’s behind me, his lips at my ear. “Next time you get this needy, you call us…Or never mind,juststart without us.Because fuck, Sawyer—you look so fucking perfect rubbing yourself.”
Jasper’s lips brush right over the wet lace, tongue circling my clit until I gasp, my hips jerking up for more pressure. Riot’s hands are everywhere—skimming my sides, yanking my bra down to expose my tits, pinching and rolling my nipples until I arch off the bed.
He leans over me, teeth at my neck, whispering, “You know how crazy you make us, Hellcat? Coming home to this? You on your back, dripping for us, touching yourself like you can’t wait another second?”
Jasper hooks his fingers in my panties, ripping them down my legs. He groans at the mess between my thighs, spreading me open with his thumbs, eyes dark with hunger.
Riot’s lips brush my ear, his hands firm on my arms as he pins me in place. “You’re so fucking perfect that you deserve to cum just for that fact alone.”
Jasper flashes him a wicked grin over my shoulder. “Does she, though? Because I’m thinking she doesn’t deserve to cum. Not after starting without us.”
Riot’s fingers trace my inner thigh, so close to where I’m throbbing, but he doesn’t touch. “You couldn’t wait twenty minutes?” He clicks his tongue, fake disappointment in his voice. “Maybe you do need to learn some patience.”
I squirm, desperate for them, arching my back as Jasper trails kisses down my stomach, tongue flicking over my navel.
“Maybe we should make her beg for it,” Riot drawls, eyes locked on Jasper’s. “Hell, maybe we should make her watch us get each other off first—see how she likesbeing left out.”
Jasper laughs while sliding a hand up to squeeze my throat, his thumb brushing my jaw. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Little Demon? Want to watch me ruin Riot while you just sit there, dripping?”
I let out a broken whine, hips rolling against nothing. “Please, please—”
Riot kneels behind me on the bed, mouth at my neck, voice low and filthy. “You like that? Want to see us tease each other till you’re crying for it? Tell us, Sawyer. Tell us what you want.”
Jasper catches Riot’s gaze, a challenge sparking between them. “We could have a little fun, Riot.”
Riot’shand slips under my chin, tipping my face up so I have to meet Jasper’s hungry stare.
“You want to see us kissing and touching each other? Hmmm, Riot, what do you think?”
Riot grins, a spark in his eyes that promises trouble. He tips his head, looking at Jasper like he might eat him alive. “I think she wants a fucking show.”
Jasper leans in, his mouth an inch from mine. “She can’t decide if she wants to watch or if she wants tobe ruinedin the middle of it.”
“Both,” I whisper, almost too desperate to care if I sound pathetic. “I want both.”
Riot’s hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. “Greedy little thing,” he murmurs, then shifts, bringing his mouth to Jasper’s jaw. He drags his tongue up the sharp line of his throat, all heat and hunger, before catching Jasper’s mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and possession.
Jasper lets him, even leans into it, one hand still cupping my throat, the other spread possessively across my thigh. Their mouths clash above me—wet, hungry, perfect. I can’t look away.
Riot breaks the kiss first, lips glossy, breath ragged. “She likes seeing you give in.”
Jasper laughs, a sound that is dark and sinful. “Is that right, Sawyer? You like seeing me give in to things you want? Like seeing us wanting to please you?”
He palms Riot’s jaw, pulling him in for another kiss, slower this time—deliberate, letting me see every inch of want between them. Riot’s hand finds Jasper’s hip, squeezing hard enough to make Jasper groan. The sound rips through me, and I can’t help it—I reach down, fingers between my legs, desperate for friction.
Riot catches me. “Uh-uh, Angel. Hands where we can see ‘em. You want to cum tonight, you’re gonna earn it.”
Jasper’s gaze flicks between me and Riot, something raw flickering behind all that cocky darkness. He keeps his hand locked tight on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy, possessive circles over my skin—like he needs to remind himself I’m still his favorite distraction, no matter what game they’re playing.
He tips his chin at Riot, almost as a challenge. “Think she can handle it?”
Riot grins, wild and sure. “She can handle anything, as long as you keep looking at her like that.”
Riot leans back in, kissing Jasper again, hands dragging over Jasper’s chest like he wants me to see every ounce of hunger, every twitch of muscle. But Jasper’s gaze pins me in place, searching for every tremor in my breath, every shiver he’s responsible for.
My thighs squeeze around his hand, desperate for more. “Jasper,” I breathe, my voice gone and needy.
