“Then sit on it.”

Tessy’s voice stayed low and certain while her hand kept moving on Collins’s cock. Slow. Tight. Spreading the wetness down the shaft until her fingers glistened.

Maya’s breath stuttered. “Tessy, we can’t just—”

“Yes we can.” Tessy looked at her, then at Ann. “We’ve been naked around him for years. We’ve talked about needing to get fucked while he sat right there. Now we know the truth. He’s hard. He’s willing. And I’m done pretending I don’t want this.”

Ann’s thighs pressed together. Guilt still sat in her eyes, but her nipples were tight and her chest rose too fast. “If we do this… there’s no...