Two days felt like both an eternity and no time at all.

The morning after Ryan’s call, the four men stopped spacing themselves out. There was no more waiting for nightfall, no more polite gaps between encounters. Richard woke me with his mouth between my legs and two fingers already working inside me. When I came, still half-asleep, he rolled me onto my stomach and fucked me in deep, possessive strokes while the others watched from various points in the room. He finished inside me with a low groan, then immediately pulled out and let Grant take his place. Grant was rougher, more urgent, his large hands gripping my hips...