Rilley’s pov

“Stay still,” Grant muttered while he wiped the inside of my thighs with his own t-shirt, cleaning up the thick mess he had left inside me.

We were still in the living room, both naked, the late afternoon light coming through the blinds in thin stripes.

The house stayed quiet. Neither of us had said much since he pulled out and watched his cum run down my legs.

I stood there and let him do it, legs a little shaky, pussy still sensitive and open. “You’re being careful again.”

“Someone has to be.” He tossed the shirt aside and finally looked at me. The guilt was already creeping...