JOSH.

“Face down. Ass up. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Louis’s voice left no room for argument. I obeyed like my body already belonged to him—chest to the sheets, knees spread, the ruined dress still bunched around my waist. Cool air kissed the wet, stretched place he’d opened with his fingers and tongue. My cock hung heavy and dripping between my thighs, so hard it hurt.

The click of the lube bottle was obscenely loud.

He poured it slow, letting the cold gel drip down the cleft of my ass and over my hole. Two thick fingers pushed back in without warning, spreading the slick, curling once against that spot...