The last full day arrived with a strange, heavy calm.

Ryan’s flight would land the following evening. The knowledge sat in the apartment like a countdown neither of us acknowledged out loud. Nathan woke me by pushing two fingers back into my sore, overflowing cunt and stroking slowly until I was wet and whimpering despite the tenderness. He fucked me first, right there in the wrecked bed, in deep, proprietary strokes while Lucas watched and stroked himself ready. When Nathan finished he pulled out, watched his cum leak out of me, and said simply, “Last full day. Make it count.”

They did.

They put me on my hands and knees...