I was done playing.

Jay was still on his knees, glasses fogged, chest breathing raggedly, that fat nine-inch monster still rock-hard and glistening with spit and the last drops of his own cum.

Kaylee and Sophie looked wrecked—faces painted white, lips swollen and eyes wild with the same hunger I felt throbbing between my legs.

“Bench,” I snapped, grabbing Jay by the hair and yanking him up. “Now.”

He stumbled after me like a dazed puppy. I shoved him down onto the long wooden bench in the middle of the locker room, his skinny back hitting the slats with a thud.

His massive cock slapped against his stomach, leaving a...