Ava's Pov.

  

  

  

   Derek moved in front, cupping my chin, turning my face to him. 

  

  

   "You want this, Ava?" he asked, voice low, his thumb tracing my lip.

  

  

    I nodded quickly, unable to form a word , my pussy dripping down my thighs.

  

  

   Yes, I want you both, want your cocks everywhere. 

  

  

   He kissed me hard, tongue shoving in, tasting the whiskey, his hands grabbing my breasts through my blouse, squeezing rough.

  

  

    I moaned into his mouth, arching, my free hand finding his towel, yanking it off. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head red and leaking.

  

  

   Marcus's hands slid under my skirt from behind, his fingers finding my...