Page 155 of Hymns of the Broken

He slides under the covers, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. The first press of his mouth is fire, and I nearly sob. His tongue is skillful and slow at first—drawing lazy, teasing circles over my clit, tasting every inch of me, savoring every sound I make.

He slidestwo fingers into me, curling them just right, and his tongue moves faster, relentless, hungry. My hand fumbles in the sheets, clutching for anything, finally finding his hair and holding on tight. I can’t think, can’t breathe, lose myself in the rush of heat and his voice murmuring against me, filthy and sweet.

“Good girl. You taste so fucking sweet. Cum for me, Sawyer. Show me how much you need it.”

I fall apart for him, coming hard and loud, my legs shaking, his mouth never letting up, drawing every tremor from my body.

I barely register Jasper moving behind me—I thought he was still asleep, but suddenly he’s up, crowding close, big hand finding my jaw and turning my face to his. There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes, pride and hunger and something darker.

“Couldn’t sleep through that if I tried,” Jasper growls, voice rough with need. “You want a distraction, Little Sin?” He nips at my bottom lip, teeth tugging just enough to make me gasp. “We’ll give you two. Big. Hard. Distractions.”

He kisses me hard, tongue stealing every moan Riot pulls from me, while Riot’s hands keep moving, stroking my thighs, greedy for more.

JASPER

How the hell was I supposed to sleep through that? Sawyer’s moans, Riot’s filthy mouth, the way she falls apart—there’s not a chance in hell I could’ve kept my eyes closed. I’ve been lying here, hard as a fucking rock, listening to every sound she makes.

I finally gave up pretending. I sit up and swing my legs off the bed, planting my feet on the floor. Riot’s head is still under the covers, his hands gripping Sawyer’s thighs like he never wants to let go. But it’s her eyes I’m hungry for—wide, glassy, still coming down from that high.

I stand at the edge of the bed, grip my cock, stroking it slowly in front of her. Her lips part, breath coming fast, pupils blown wide. I don’t break eye contact.

“Open for me, Trouble,” I order, my voice rough, half a growl.

She obeys, mouth falling open, eyes locked on mine. I spit into her mouth—slow, messy, claiming her all over again—then slide the head of my cock over her lips. She moans, tongue eager, and I push in, groaning at the heat of her, the way she welcomes me without a second thought.

“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face, stroking myself deeper into her mouth, not letting up. “Missed this. Missed you.”

Riot finally pulls back, wiping his mouth, watching with a wicked grin as Sawyer takes every inch I give her, her hands curling around my thighs for balance.

I thrust slow and deep, watching her take it, loving the way she looks at me—trusting, desperate, hungry. My other hand grips her chin, thumb rubbing her jaw as I fuck her mouth.

“That’s it. Take it all. Show Riot who you belong to.”

I see her eyes flutter, tears prickling, but she doesn’t pull away. She leans into it, letting me take what I need. And fuck, do I need her.

Fuck, it’s kinda hot watching Riot down there—his head buried between Sawyer’s thighs, tongue working her over like she’s the only thing in the world that matters. I keep thrusting into her mouth, slow but deep, my hand sliding down her stomach, fingertips teasing the soft skin just above her navel.

Riot glances up at me, his eyes dark and hungry. I see the challenge there, the promise. He dips lower, fucking his tongue inside of her, moaning into her pussy like he can’t get enough. I grin, rubbing her clit in tight, deliberate circles, feeling her hips jerk and her throat hum around my cock.

I lean over her, voice dropping to that filthy, gravel-deep growl she loves. “Look at you, dirty girl. One cock in your mouth, another tongue buried in your cunt—so fucking greedy for us, aren’t you?”

She moans around me, spitting, making everything wet and messy and perfect.

I rub her clit harder, pushing her right to the edge, not letting up. “Bet you love this, don’t you? Being our perfect little plaything, letting us do whatever we want. Riot’s making you cum with his tongue while you swallow every inch I give you. Good fucking girl.”

Riot pulls back just long enough to growl, “She tastes like heaven, man. Never getting enough of her.”

I fuck her mouth a little deeper, my hand never stopping its circles, loving the way she trembles for us. “You wanna cum for us, baby? Show us how much you love being used, worshipped, filled from both ends?”

She looks up at me, those pretty blue eyes watering, and I know she’s close—so close.

“Cum for us,” I order, thumb pressing down just a little harder. “Let Riot feel it. Make a mess all over his face while you choke on my cock. You’re ours now—every bit of you.”

She shudders, her whole body going tight as the orgasm rips through her, Riot moaning into her as he licks her through it. I groan, hips stuttering, everything raw and perfect.

Sawyer’s body is still shaking from her orgasm when Riot grabs her by the hips and flips her over, fast and hungry. One second, she’s limp and trembling; the next, she’s on her hands and knees between us, hair falling wild around her face.

Riot fists her hair, yanking her head back just enough to bare her throat to me, eyes locked on mine. He pushes her face toward my cock, his other hand sliding down to grip her ass.