Rilley’s pov

“The house feels too dangerous now,” I said, still naked and sticky from the floor.

Grant’s cum was drying on my thighs in thick patches and every step made more of it slip out of me. “Someone could look through a window. Outside is better. The yard is private.”

He didn’t argue. He just grabbed a towel, wrapped it loose around his waist, and followed me out the sliding door onto the back patio.

The sky had started to lose its brightness, turning that soft gray-blue that meant evening was settling in for real.

The fences were high. No neighbors could see. The air felt cooler on my...