Rilley’s pov

“The sky’s starting to change,” I said, still bent over the railing with his cum running down both thighs in thick slow streaks.

First gray light was creeping in at the edges of the dark. The yard stayed quiet.

The house behind us stayed black. Grant stood behind me, one hand still on my hip, his cock soft but shiny against my ass, the last of his release still leaking out of me.

He didn’t tell me to go inside. He didn’t reach for the towel.

He just kept his hand on me while the light grew a little stronger, fingers flexing on my skin like he couldn’t...