The head of his cock presses against me—blunt, hot, slick. He doesn’t tease. He pushes in slow but steady, and fuck—the stretch is overwhelming. My breath catches hard in my throat. Inch by inch he sinks in until his hips are flush against my ass, cock buried deep. I feel every vein, every pulse. The fullness is insane—pressure everywhere, pressing against that spot inside that makes my vision blur.

For a second we all just breathe. Cressida whimpering beneath me, Rylan panting against my shoulder, me caught in the middle trying not to come right then.

Then Rylan moves.

He pulls back slow—agonizingly slow—then thrusts forward. The force shoves me...