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Riot
Last night, Zeke told me that he loved me, and even though the rage for the bastards that are coming for us still burns within me, I feel like I’m fucking floating on air. I’ve spent so much of my life living in the dark, drowning in fear. Fear that I’ll turn into the man who tried to kill me. Fear that people I love will be hurt because of me. Fear that I’d never find love because I’m simply not good enough.
But now I have two men, one who has finally let me in, and one who I’m falling harder and harder for every goddamn day. One who speaks to the side of me that needs to relinquish all control, and another who speaks to the broken kid inside of me that just needs to be loved.
And this morning, when I woke up in my bed between the two of them? My right leg thrown across Zeke’s, and Cole’s arm wrapped around my waist… It was like everything finally clicked into place. Like all the pain I’d been through in this life was finally worth something.
The brothers are still tracking down Dante and the rest of his crew, but I have to figure out just how I’m going to protect Zeke and Cole in the meantime. Every plan I come up with though, involves both of them staying here. Is it fast? Yes. Is it going to give Zeke hives? Also, probably yes, but I can’t be everywhere all at once, and none of us will be going anywhere alone for the foreseeable future.
As I rinse the soap from my face, the sound of the shower door opening captures my attention, so I wipe my eyes and spin around, coming face to face with those hazel eyes that make my heart beat faster. Cole let Zeke and I have our moments last night, moments that we desperately needed, and while I’m grateful for that, I can’t help but worry that it left him feeling left out in the cold. Like an outsider, or a third wheel.
But right now it’s just him and I, and the look in his eyes tells me there’s so much to be said. And I’m a sucker for words, I really am, but all I want to do is eat him alive. I raise one hand to his chest, holding my palm over his beating heart as I step into him, walking him backward into the wall. The steam from the shower engulfs us entirely, so when I lean in, hovering my lips over his, the shiver that surges through my core is electrifying.
“Riot, I-”
Without hesitation, I crash my lips against his, and now I can feel his heart racing beneath my fingers. My kiss isn’t slow, or soft, it’s needy and full of pent up desire. For days now, all I can think about when I look at him, is finding out what it feels like to be inside of him. One hand slides from his chest to the back of his neck, and I glide my wet hand through the strands of his sandy blonde hair.
The other hand rests on his hip, my thumb tracing his sensitive flesh as he trembles beneath my touch. My tongue parts his lips and he opens for me, letting me in as I massage his tongue with mine.
“I can’t stop thinking about you little heathen,” he murmurs against my lips, and I moan in response, as he presses his hard cock into me, rubbing against my own.
Breaking our kiss, I trail my lips across his cheek and down the column of his neck, running my tongue across his pulse, tasting the way it thrums out of control for me.
“I want to eat you alive, lover,” I murmur against his skin, our hips grinding, and cocks slipping together, leaking all over our abs. I’m not even inside of him and yet I feel like I could erupt.
“Then do it,” he whispers, and those three words are all the permission I need.
Taking a step back, I spin him around, pushing his chest against the tile wall. My eyes flutter as he pushes his ass against my cock, and I immediately drop my forehead to the nape of his neck. Cole was something that I wanted but couldn’t have, and now he’s something I need and can’t get enough of.
Walking my fingertips down his back, I lower myself to my knees and grip his hips with both hands, yanking his lower half backward. My hands roam his thick, muscled ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them before spreading them apart.
“Fuck, this ass is so goddamn perfect,” I murmur as I lean in, licking circles around his tight hole.
“Mmmfff, please.”
“Mmm, say it,” I hum as I lick him from his balls back up to his hole, adding pressure little by little as he squirms beneath me.
“What?” he chokes out as he pants heavily.
“You know. Mmmm,” he tastes like fucking heaven. I reach between his legs, and wrap my hand around his thick cock, playing with his piercing as his knees quiver.
“P-please… little heathen. Please,” Cole begs for me and my cock jerks in response.
“Mmm, that’s it, you’re so fucking delicious lover,” I moan as I pick up the pace. No longer teasing him, I’m full blown eating his ass like it’s the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted. Devouring him, I slip my tongue in and out, alternating between licking and sucking. A whimper falls from his lips and I rest my cheek on his ass, pushing my finger inside of him. I’ve never topped before, but with him it’s not just something I want to have, it’s something I have to have. The thought floods every corner of my mind until it’s the only thing I can think about.
“I want to fuck you Cole. I want to fuck your perfect little hole until the whole damn world spins,” I lean forward, allowing a long line of spit to fall from my lips as I push a second finger inside of him.
“I want that,” he whines, pushing back onto my fingers, matching the thrusting of my fingers. “I want it Riot, I want you. Every last inch.”
His words light a fire inside of me, and I sink my teeth into the meaty flesh of his ass to stifle the groan that comes careening out of me. Withdrawing my fingers, I push up to my feet and spin him back around so we are facing each other. Crashing my lips onto his, his open mouth welcomes my tongue as I grab the lube from the shelf, flip the cap and pour it generously into my palm.
Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroke myself until I’m completely coated, then I reach between Cole’s legs and slip the remaining traces of lube over his tight hole. Our lips never part as I lower myself to the floor of the shower until I’m seated, and he climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs.
When our kiss breaks, Cole drops his forehead to mine as he pushes up onto his knees and rests his hands on my shoulders. Lining up my thick cock with his hole, I nudge him gently as he slowly lowers himself. It’s so fucking tight, the tip barely pushes through the ring of muscle.
I trace his jawline with the back of my index finger slowly, until I’m lifting his chin just slightly, so his eyes meet mine. The flecks of gold shine brighter than ever, and I’m in danger of unraveling beneath him completely.
“Open up for me lover, ride me,” I breathe against his lips and his body relaxes as he bears down, his ass slowly devouring every inch of my cock.