Aurora’s POV

  

   Liam kept his forehead right against mine and his hand stayed locked around the back of my neck like he owned every inch of me already. 

  

   His breath came out slow and hot across my mouth and I could smell the weed still clinging to him mixed with something sharper like pure want. 

  

   Dylan’s fingers kept sliding higher under my shirt until his whole palm covered my tit and he squeezed hard enough that my knees almost buckled right there in the middle of the living room.

  

   I could not stop shaking. 

  

   My pussy was clenching over and over on nothing and the ache had turned into this...