Cass whimpered, his body responding to the raw need in that fractured voice.
“I wanted to chase you,” Riot panted against his neck. “I wanted to hunt you down and pin you and spread you open right here on the floor—”
“Riot—”
“Shut up. Can’t—” His hand closed around Cass’s throat. “Three times. Three fucking times I’ve had to stop. I had my finger in this tight little hole and had to stop—”
His free hand was running over one of Cass’s thighs, still avoiding his bandages. “In the hotel, I could smell your wet cunt through your clothes. I wanted to rip them off and bury my fucking face in it.”
Cass gasped at the crude words, shame flooding through him, but Riot wasn’t stopping.
“In the stairwell, I felt you clench around my finger so fucking tight.” Riot’s hand was between Cass’s thighs, sliding through the mess of slick. “I wanted to add another. And another. I wanted to see how many you could take before you fucking broke.”
“Riot, please—”
“And in the car...” Riot’s voice dropped, ragged and dark. “You were half-asleep. Barely conscious. And I couldn’t stop touching you. Know what I whispered while you were too out of it to hear?”
Cass shook his head frantically, tears already leaking from his eyes.
“Told you I was gonna spread these pretty legs and eat your sloppy little hole until you were sobbing.” Two fingers pushed inside without warning, and Cass cried out, not from pain, but from the sudden fullness. The stretch. The way his body opened around Riot’s fingers like it had been waiting for exactly this.
“Oh!” The sound escaped him, high and broken. “Oh, that’s—”
“That’s what you needed.”
Cass couldn’t respond. He could barely think. It was overwhelming; Riot’s fingers thick inside him, sending that tickling ache shooting up his spine with every tiny movement.
“I told you I’d get you so wet and loose I could slide right in.” Riot’s fingers curled, searching, and Cass felt pressure buildingsomewhere deep. “That you’d be so fucked out you wouldn’t even fight it.”
“Riot—” Something was happening inside him, that climbing feeling again.
“I told you how pretty you’d look choking on my cock. Gagging on it. Tears running down your face while I fucked your throat.” Riot’s fingers found some spot that made Cass’s entire body jerk like he’d been electrocuted. “There it is.”
“What—” Cass gasped and writhed. “What is that—what are you—”
Riot pressed against it again, and Cass’s vision sparkled around the edges. “That’s the spot that’s gonna make you fall apart.”
He started rubbing it in slow circles, and Cass forgot how to breathe. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to be rewiring itself, pleasure radiating out from that single point of pressure until he was shaking with it.
Cass shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. It was becoming too much. It was overwhelming. The pleasure was building and building, pressure coiling tight in his belly, and he didn’t know what to do with it or where it was supposed to go.
“Please—” Cass didn’t know what he was begging for. His whole body felt like it was going to shake apart. “Please, something’s happening—”
“I know.” Riot pressed harder against that spot, and Cass keened. “I know something’s happening. You’re gonna cum, princess. Let go and cum for me.”
But Cass couldn’t. The sensation was too big, too overwhelming, and there was something terrifying about the feeling he was approaching, like standing on a cliff with nothing but darkness below.
“I can’t!” He was crying harder now, his body shaking. “I can’t, it’s too scary, I don’t know what’s going to happen!”
The feeling was going to swallow him whole. His body drew inward, as tight as a bowstring, every muscle trembling, and Riot’s fingers just keptmoving.
“Cum for me, Cass.” Riot’s voice dropped into command, his hand tightening on Cass’s throat. “Let go. Cum on my fingers like a good boy.”
“Riot—”
“Now, Cass.”
The edge dissolved beneath him, and Cass fell.
