Raze (Riven 3)

Mom hugged Coco and wished her good luck on the rest of the tour. Then she turned to Dane and pulled him down into a hug too.

“You’re welcome here anytime,” she said. “Thank you for being good to my son.”

Dane’s eyes got wide, and he thanked her without blinking.

“I’m proud of you,” Mom said to Sofia. “For following your dreams without compromising yourself. You remember who you are, even if the people around you don’t.”

“I will, Mama. Thanks.” Sofia squeezed her tight.

“And you,” Mom said, hugging me. “You take care of yourself for once, okay?”

“Okay.” I buried my face in her dark hair and breathed in the familiar smell of her shampoo. “Thanks. For everything.”

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The second Dane’s door shut behind us I threw myself into his arms.

“Touch me,” I said. “Touch me the way you said you would.”

Dane groaned and I knew he remembered what he’d said.

Everywhere.

I was mad for him, and we stripped each other naked in seconds, kissing hotly. He turned me around and pushed me over the arm of the couch, mouth burning a line down my spine. I was already panting at the sensations, then he cupped my ass in his big hands and pulled my cheeks apart.

“Wanna eat you out,” he said, voice thick with arousal.

I whimpered as my erection swelled instantly, and I pressed my hips back toward his face enthusiastically. Dane dropped to his knees behind me and kissed my hole, softly at first. Then he teased with his tongue, getting me wet. I slumped over the arm of the couch, head spinning. His mouth was warm, and his clever tongue was working me into a frenzy of need. When Dane slid his tongue inside me, I cried out at the bolt of lust that shot through me.

My legs shook, the effort of holding myself up under the onslaught of Dane’s mouth too much to take. He pressed deeper inside me, fucking me with his tongue, and I would have fallen if I hadn’t had the couch to hold me up. When my knees gave out, Dane caught me, pressing himself close behind me.

“What do you want, sweetheart? You wanna come like this?” His voice was dark and filthy, the way I loved it. “Want my fingers? My cock? Just tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”

“Oh, God.” I shuddered, wanting everything. “Yes, yes. Will you—” I looked over my shoulder and reached a hand back to him. He stood up and I stared at his glorious cock, rock hard and leaking against his stomach. I ran a trembling finger over the tip. I wanted it inside me more than I wanted to keep breathing. It jumped at my touch and Dane gasped.

I sat him on the couch and straddled him, grabbing the lube from the coffee table drawer.

“Tell me,” he said. “Let me make you feel good. Anything you want. Anything.”

My breath caught at the desperation in his eyes. He wanted it like this sometimes—to be a tool of my pleasure, for me to command him to do everything I wanted. It filled me with a heady power that didn’t feel like unwelcome responsibility. It felt freeing to know I couldn’t make any mistakes—all I had to do was tell him what I wanted and it would be right.

I slicked his fingers and guided his hand to my ass. He traced my rim first, soft and slick, then slid inside. He curled his finger, stroking over my prostate, and I jumped, pleasure zinging through me.

“More, please, more.”

He rubbed over my prostate in slow circles, then pressed more firmly, a pattern that quickly had me seeing stars and digging my fingers into his shoulders.

“Dane, Dane, Dane,” I begged, but I no longer knew what I was asking for.

He added more lube and slid two fingers in, playing with my hole until I was whimpering.

“I need you, please, please,” I begged, squirming my hips backward, trying to impale myself on his erection without letting go of his shoulders because I knew I’d fall.

“Okay, hang on, I got you,” he said when I couldn’t coordinate our movements. His voice was rough with lust, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of blue was visible around the black. He slicked himself with lube and then I felt the press of his massive cock at my entrance, blood-hot and straining.

He pressed his hips up as I slid down on him, slowly, slowly, and my eyes rolled back in my head as my body made space for him. We’d never done it this way before, and when I sank all the way down on his cock, he was so deep I couldn’t even breathe. I felt myself spasm around him painfully, then my muscles relaxed and I moaned as the extreme fullness recoded itself as pleasure.