ETHAN

Ava’s breath was hot against my neck, her moans soft and drawn out as she rocked on top of me.

She had her nails digging into my shoulders like she thought this was something more than it was. Her hips moved frantically, desperate for more friction, more connection—but I was already done.

My climax had come thirty seconds ago.

I lay there, one arm under my head, the other across her lower back as she clung to me like some needy little barnacle. I let her keep grinding, let her chase her orgasm, because I didn’t care enough to help her get there. She stiffened with a gasp a...