I watched, frozen, water dripping into my eyes. Rylan’s lips stretched around the head, tongue swirling, then he sank down slow until his nose brushed Jaxon’s pubic hair. Jaxon groaned, hand fisting in Rylan’s wet hair, hips rocking forward in shallow thrusts. The sight made my clit throb so hard I had to press my thighs together.

Jaxon’s other hand found me again—two fingers sliding into my pussy, curling against that spot while his thumb rubbed my clit in tight circles. I braced one hand on the wall, the other on Rylan’s shoulder, feeling the flex of his muscles every time he bobbed on Jaxon.

“Fuck,” Jaxon breathed, voice cracking....