A finger pressed against the opening, not pushing inside, just there, and Cass’s whole body lit up. He made a sound that was almost a scream, back arching off the wall, his hands scrabbling at Riot’s shoulders for purchase.
“Shh, shh.” Riot’s other hand stroked through his hair, gentle contrast to the devastating pressure below. “You’re okay yeah? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Itdidfeel good. It felt incredible, jolting through every nerve like an answer to that deep emptiness that was hurting so bad.
“Your body knows.” Riot’s finger traced another slow circle, and more slick spilled out, coating his hand. “Just trust it.”
“But there’s so much—” Cass looked down, mortified, at the mess between his legs. His underwear was completely transparent now, soaked through, and slick was running down to his knees in rivulets. “I can’t make it stop—”
“I don’t want it to stop,” Riot whispered. “I want you dripping for me so I can lick your thighs clean and taste all of you. I want to drink you down, princess, and taste that pretty little cock that is so hard for me. Do you want that? My mouth on you?”
“I don’t know,” Cass whimpered. He felt like he was losing his mind between the ache and the edge and the need to keep moving. “Please, Riot, please…”
“Please what, princess?” Riot’s finger pressed a little harder, teasing, testing. “Tell me what you want.”
Riot kissed his forehead and his finger pressed inward harder, and this time it slipped inside—just the tip, just barely—and Cass forgot how to exist. Everything narrowed to that single point of contact. The stretch, the fullness, the pleasure radiating outward from where Riot was breaching him. His body clenched around the intrusion, desperate for more even as his mind reeled, and he was making sounds against Riot’s shoulder that felt completely beyond his control.
“Fuck.” Riot groaned, nipping at the shell of his ear. “You’re so fucking tight, princess.”
Cass’s hips moved on their own, trying to take more, and Riot sucked a breath in through his teeth. “Greedy little thing.” But he sounded pleased. Delighted, even. “Want more?”
“I don’t—” Cass’s voice cracked. “I don’t know—yes—I think—”
Riot’s finger pushed deeper, and Cass stopped being able to form words at all. His body wept around the intrusion, slick sounds filling the stairwell with evidence of what was happening, and some distant part of his brain was mortified, but most of him didn’t care. Most of him just wantedmore.
“Look at you,” Riot murmured, pulling back to watch Cass’s face with those glowing gold eyes. “Are you going to cum from just one finger, princess? Or do you want more? You’re so wet for me, we could probably skip straight to the real thing.”
Cass’s body clenched hard and he cried out, the idea of feeling fuller very appealing. He didn’t fully understand what Riot meant—his education had been vague about such things—but he liked the idea of it.
“Please,” he gasped, his hips moving on Riot’s hand without his permission. “Riot, please—”
That climbing sensation was building again. The same one from the hotel room, the one that had terrified him into running. It was coiling in his spine, winding tighter with every movement of Riot’s finger, and this time he wasn’t sure he could stop it even if he wanted to—
The stairwell door above them banged open.
Riot didn’t even flinch, still focused on Cass, his finger still moving in slow circles that made Cass’s mind dissolve. His mouth found Cass’s neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive gland, and Cass’s vision went white at the edges—
”¡Oye, cabrón! Get your hands off him!”
Something hard and metallic hit the wall beside them with a loud clang. Riot’s head snapped up, a snarl ripping from his throat as he positioned himself between Cass and the threat, his finger slipping out in the process.
Cass gasped at the sudden emptiness, clenching desperately around nothing. The loss was almost painful, that climbing sensation crashing back down without resolution, leaving him shaking and desperate and so confused he could barely stand.
At the top of the stairs stood a woman Cass had never seen before. Tall—easily six feet—with short, dark hair and a muscular build. Scars ran along her jaw and down her neck andher dark eyes blazed with fury as she raised another object—a heavy metal thermos—ready to throw.
“Back the fuck away from him,pendejo, or the next one hits your face,“ she warned in accented English, her stance suggesting she wasn’t bluffing.
Riot growled, the sound vibrating through the air. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m making it my business.” The stranger descended a few steps, thermos still raised. Her eyes found Cass behind Riot’s massive frame. “Hey, golden boy. You okay? Blink twice if you need help.”
Chapter fifteen
Unexpected Intervention
Riot
Theintruderwasathreat.
