Straddling Jake reverse on the couch, my ass exposed and quivering from his teasing nudges, I could barely think straight. 

The living room spun in a blur of desire—Ryan’s commanding stare from the side, Jake’s thick cock pressing against my entrance without entering, just tormenting. 

My mind raced back over the week: arriving at their door with these intentions, holiday cheer masking the feeling I had felt since day one. Ryan’s hugs that lingered, Jake’s casual touches during games, the poolside stares where I had memorized every ridge of their bodies. 

Now, here I was, naked and begging, their dominance unraveling me piece by piece. It wasn’t just lust; it...