Page 234 of Hymns of the Broken
Jasper’s voice is filthy and loving all at once. “You know we’d do anything for you, Sawyer. Anything that makes you cum. Anything that makes you scream our names.”
He leans forward, squeezing Riot between us, grabbing my chin and kissing me hard while he fucks Riot, the three of us tangled together in sweat and need and devotion.
I kiss him back, moaning into his mouth, my body ready to shatter all over again. “Don’t stop. Please—don’t ever stop.”
Jasper bites my lip, pulling back just enough to breathe. “Not until you’ve had everything you ever wanted. Not until you know how fucking loved you are.”
He leans back up and looks at me through the mirror. And I know he means every word.
Riot’s knuckles go white where he grips my thighs, his rhythm turning erratic—every thrust deeper, rougher, like he’s lost between the pleasure Jasper is wrecking him with and the tight, wet heat of my cunt milking him for more.
Jasper’s pace goes savage, slamming into Riot with a force that drives Riot’s cock even deeper inside me, the bed creaking beneath us, the room thick with the sound of skin and all three of us coming undone.
“Fuck—fuck, Sawyer—” Riot’s voice is half scream, half sob, eyes wide and wild, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead. “He’s—Jasper, you’re—holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum—”
Jasper’s face is pure feral need, every muscle in his body flexed and straining. “Then cum Riot, give it to her” he pants. “He’s so fucking tight, I can barely hold back.”
I’m too gone, too wrecked, watching in the mirror as Jasper fucks Riot so hard it feels like I can feel every thrust through him, their bodies tangled and shining, all for me. Riot’s cock pulses inside me with every slam of Jasper’s hips, the angle perfect, the pressure relentless.
Riot’s head falls forward, his moans turning into desperate whimpers. “Jasper, fuck—Sawyer—fuck, I’m gonna—”
Jasper grabs Riot’s hip with one hand, the other sliding up to squeeze my tit hard, then slapping it again, sending a jolt straight through me. He pulls Riot’s hair hard. “Cum for her, Riot. Cum inside her. Let her feel how fucking good it is.”
Riot loses it, his whole body seizing as he cries out, cumming inside me. The stretch and the filthy sound of their voices—it all slams into me, and I shatter again, cumming so hard I see white, the world breaking apart around me.
Jasper fucks us both through it, never slowing, a dark, possessive growl tearing from his throat when he cums for a second time. “That’s it, Little Demon. Such a dirty girl, cumming from me fucking Riot into you.”
Riot collapses forward, panting against my shoulder, his body still trembling as the aftershocks roll through him. Jasper keeps moving a little longer, riding out the last waves, his hands splayed on Riot’s back.
We lay there listening to the sound of our breathing, tangled up with the scent of sweat and sex.
Eventually, Jasper pulls out with a groan, leaning back on his heels. Riot lets out a shaky laugh, rolling to the side and dragging me with him, so we’re all in a heap on the bed—sticky, sweaty, and completely ruined.
Jasper is the first to speak, voice rough and a little hoarse. “Holy shit, Sawyer. You okay?”
I nod, breathless, with a dazed smile on my lips. “Yeah… more than okay.”
Riot grins, nuzzling my neck, his voice a satisfied rumble. “That was fucking insane.”
Jasper brushes damp hair from my face, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple—his touch careful now, reverent, like he can’t believe what just happened.
After a few minutes of tangled silence, Riot groans and sits up. “I don’t know about you two, but I need a shower before I can even think straight.”
Jasper huffs a laugh and stands, grabbing the bottle of lube and tossing a towel onto the bed. “Come on, Trouble. No way you’re getting out of my sight yet.”
Riot grins and tugs me out of bed, and the three of us stumble toward the bathroom—still laughing, touching, still hungry for each other, even as the steam rises and the water runs hot.
Tonight, there’s no space between us. Not anymore.
Chapter 38
RIOT
Getting out of the shower is like coming up for air after drowning. The bathroom’s foggy and warm, and there’s laughter echoing off the tile. Sawyer has a towel twisted around her hair, and Jasper keeps smirking at her, like he can’t believe this is real either.
We end up tangled together in Jasper’s bed with Sawyer wedged between us like she’s the missing piece we never knew we needed. She curls into Jasper’s chest, her hair spread across his shoulder, and I can’t stop touching her. My hand finds hers under the sheet and I lace our fingers together tight like I’m scared she’ll slip away if I let go.
We lay together in silence, the only sound is the humming of the AC unit and three heartbeats. It’s fucking perfect, but it’s also terrifying. I don’t ever want to lose this… Lose her.
