The bed dipped under our weight, sheets tangled and damp from the relentless push of our bodies. My skin burned everywhere they touched—Jake’s hands pinning my thighs wide, Ryan’s fingers tracing fire along my sides. 

I lay there, spread open on my back, chest heaving with ragged breaths, my hole still pulsing from Ryan’s last thrusts, slick and ready, begging for what I knew was coming. 

The air hung heavy with our scents—musk and sweat and the sharp tang of lube—mixing into something intoxicating, primal.

Jake positioned himself first, sliding between my legs, his thick head pressing at my entrance again. “Are you ready for both of us, Alex?” His...