I stopped pretending I was going to feel guilty enough to stop.

The morning after Victor’s question, I woke between Richard and Elliot, Grant’s heavy arm draped across my thighs, Victor already awake and watching me from the chair near the window. There was no more careful distance. No more polite restraint. When Richard kissed me, I kissed him back without hesitation. When Grant pulled me on top of him, I sank down onto his cock with a low, willing sound. When Victor and Elliot took turns using my mouth while the other two watched, I opened for them like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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