We didn’t even pause to catch our breath after the prone stack. Jaxon pulled out of me first—slow, careful, his cock still hard and glistening with my wetness—and rolled onto his back beside me. His chest heaved, sweat shining on every ridge of muscle, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Rylan stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed, stroking himself lazily, eyes locked on both of us like he was deciding which hole to claim next.

Jaxon reached for me, hands sliding up my thighs. “Come here, Cress. Ride me.”

I straddled him without hesitation, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. My pussy was...