The jeans came off. My underwear followed. The air felt colder against the wet heat between my legs. I hated how obvious it was. Riot’s eyes dropped and stayed there. A low sound rolled out of his chest.

“Fuck. Look at that.”

He pushed my thighs wider with both hands and just stared for a second, like he was memorizing the way I looked spread open on a dirty mattress in a locked room. Then he lowered his head.

The first stroke of his tongue was flat and slow, from the bottom of my cunt all the way up to my clit. My whole body jerked. A broken sound tore...