Damien's fingers pumped deeper, curling to hit spots that sent sparks up my spine. I moaned, loud and broken, hips moving faster on Elliot. The jealousy simmered under it all—I could feel it in the way Elliot's grip tightened on me, like he was claiming me even as Damien prepped me for more.

Damien withdrew his fingers, leaving me clenching around nothing. "Ready?" he asked, and I nodded frantically. He lined up—the head of his cock pressing against my hole, slick and blunt. He pushed slow—agonizingly slow—the stretch burning sharp at the rim before blooming into deep, overwhelming fullness. I cried out, nails digging into Elliot's shoulders, body shaking as...