I Wrapped my fingers around both—Jaxon thick and familiar in my left hand, Rylan longer, slightly curved, veins standing out under silky skin. They groaned at the same time when I stroked, slow and firm.

I took Jaxon first. Lips stretching wide around the head, tongue swirling over the slit to taste the bead of pre-come already leaking. He hissed, fingers threading into my hair—not pushing, just holding. I sucked deeper, cheeks hollowing, until my nose brushed his trimmed hair.

Then I switched. Rylan was thicker at the base. I had to relax my jaw to take him, gagging softly when he nudged the back of my throat. His hand...