Then Lucas pulled back and drove forward and the whole thing started.

The bed rocked under them. The springs made a slow rhythmic squeak that got louder the harder they went. Lucas's hands moved to her hips, gripping hard enough that she knew there'd be marks tomorrow, and he pulled her back onto him every time he thrust forward. Each one jolted her forward onto Ryan's cock and she choked and gagged and gulped air every time he pulled back far enough to let her.

Sweat broke out across her back. She could feel it on Ryan's thighs too, slick where his skin pressed her face.

"So fucking tight," Lucas...