The mattress dipped under our weight like it was already giving up. I knelt in the middle of the creaky queen bed, knees sinking into the thin comforter that smelled faintly of bleach and old smoke. Jaxon stood at the foot of the bed, legs planted wide, cock still shiny from being inside me earlier—thick, flushed dark at the head, a slow bead of pre-come welling up again. Rylan stayed on the edge to my right, one foot on the floor for balance, the other knee braced on the mattress so his hips were level with my face. Both of them towered over me, breathing hard, chests rising and falling...