Lena did it herself from the front. She leaned over Owen’s back and brought her open hand down on the other cheek. The sting travelled. Owen made a noise like he was drowning. Jude fucked him through it, relentless.

They kept him there on the edge of the table until his thighs shook and sweat ran down the groove of his spine into the place where Jude was buried. Lena slid off the table, dropped to her knees on the kitchen tile, and took Owen’s cock into her mouth while Jude kept pounding him.

The angle was vicious. Every thrust shoved Owen deeper into her throat. She gagged, eyes watering,...