I scrambled to obey, lying flat in the center of the bed. The sheets were already damp beneath me. Jaxon crawled between my thighs, shoved them wide with his shoulders, and buried his face in me without preamble.

The first long lick made my hips snap off the mattress. His tongue was flat and hot, dragging from my entrance all the way up to my clit, then circling the swollen bud with slow, firm pressure. I cried out, hands flying to his hair, fingers twisting in the dark strands.

Rylan moved up by my head. He straddled my chest carefully—knees bracketing my ribs—and fed his cock back between my lips....